Logans story...
The flesh on kendalls wrist cut easily, I looked over to his face, sweat and tears dripped down him as he silently howled in to the filthy rag in his mouth that was keeping the noise from escaping.
My throat felt dry as I put pressure on to cut through veins and muscle. My stomach turned at the sight of the increasing slice that was cut in to kendalls wrist. I was working in a circular motion around him, leaving the bone until last.
I sawed deeper in to the wrist, getting scared as I got closer to the part that I knew could kill him in seconds if the tourniquet didn't work.
I put the knife down and tightened the fabric. Kendall took this as a moment to take the rag from his mouth and take in a deep staggered breath.
"keep going..." he said.
"fuck kends... Cant you pass out or something" I said picking the knife back up, I could see a few thin looking bones that I would have to hack through the same time I would hit his major veins, his entire arm was drenched in blood.
Kendall shoved the rag back in his mouth and looked to the other side of the room.
My hand shook as I went to begin cutting again. I then lowered the knife.
"fuck... I cant do it" I said falling back on to my backside from my crouched position.
Kendall took the rag back out of his mouth. "what do you mean... Just fucking do it Logan!" Kendall snapped.
I looked at the damage I had already done to him. "dude honestly... I can't" I sobbed quietly at him.
Kendall snatched the knife from me. He held it to his throat.
"if you don't fucking finish it then I'm gonna slit my fucking throat" he said with spit spraying from his mouth.
" 'kay... Okay... " I said taking the knife from him.
Once again my trembling hand made its way to the gory mess that was kendalls wrist. I placed the knife in the slit that I had already made and began slowly cutting through the thin bone and veins. The blood remained oozing out. Kendall started gagging, he pulled the rag out of his mouth and sick poured out. His head then dropped and he finally lost consciousness.
A sigh of relief left me as the room was finally silent. I stood up to get more leverage on the knife, my hand ached from the pressure.
I then began my attempt at cutting through the larger of the bones in kendalls wrist. The knife wasn't doing the job I wanted it to.
Sweat now poured down my own face. There was no way this was going to work.
"think Logan, think!" I said to myself.
I gave the cuff a pull, hoping that by some miracle his hand may come out.
It didn't budge.
I then had a good feel along his thumb, trying to figure out what kind of bones were in there.
I placed the knife in between his thumb and fore finger, again the skin sliced easily, I reached bone quicker this way. I increased the pressure praying that the knife would go through. As I gripped hard on to the knife, the bloody mess of kendalls limb caused my hand to slip and I ended up making a nice slice in my own hand.
"fuck!" I whispered out as I inspected the damage on myself. It was probably deep enough to warrant some sutures, but my entire body was completely fucked so this was the last of my problems.
I dug back in to Kendall, the knife was slowly getting through, I looked over to him.. My poor baby. I was mutilating him to save his life.
I got half way through the bone when Kendall started to stir, I had to stop as he was making too much noise, I rammed the rag back in his mouth, and covered it with my hand.
"shhhh... I'm almost done kends... Stay with me okay" I said making eye contact with him. Kendall nodded.
I let go of his mouth and picked the knife back up, I just got stuck in this time, there was no going back, forwards was the only way.
Again my hand slipped as I got further in to the bone, this time I realised that the actual blade had snapped as it fell to the floor, leaving me with just a handle in my palm. if I wasn't already crying then I would of sobbed buckets.
"fuck... What do I do?" I said to Kendall as he looked over to see why I had stopped.
"just... Cut ... The... Fucker... Off" he breathed out heavily.
"the knife has gone man" I said, my voice shaking.
Kendalls head sank down, he shook it from side to side. "I'm gonna die here man" he whispered out, his face looked as defeated as my heart felt.
"no, your not!" I hushed back at him then shoved the rag back in his mouth.
"brace yourself!" I said as I stood up a and used my knee to pin his wrist against the wall. I then grabbed his thumb and yanked down hard on it. I heard the disgusting sound of bone snapping.
The thumb fell to the side as I let go of it. Only being held on to his mutilated joint by threads of skin. I picked the broken blade from the knife up and cut at the skin. Eventually I held kendalls thumb in my hand that was no longer attached to his body.
I don't know why but I put it in my pocket, I knew it would never be able to be put back on but I didn't like the thought of it being left here. Yana would probably finger herself with it.
with a slight struggle I lifted the cuff over the hand... "your free!" I said wiping my hand on my face, clearing my sweat but painting kendalls blood that remained on my hands over my forehead.
"help me up" Kendall said already struggling to get to his feet.
It was now like the blind leading the blind as both Kendall and I were badly hurt and our legs fucked. He was in a worse state than me though, he couldn't place any weight on that maggot filled leg.
We grabbed eachother around the waist and made our way out of the building.
The darkness of the trees gave us cover as we made our way back to the woodland on our way to safety. We crossed the gravelled road outside yanas house.
"LA here we come" I said to Kendall with a reassuring smile.
I jumped from my skin as the sound of a shot gun echoed past my ears and in to the woods.
"gugh!" I heard escape from Kendall. I turned to look at him. He looked down at his chest and saw the blood pour out from the bullet hole that had gone straight through him.
"no... No... Kendall?!" I stammered out. Kendall looked up at me, his eyes streaming with tears.
He then slumped to the ground. I knelt down beside him crying. The next sensation I had was a gun thrust in to the back of my head...