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Burn It All Up
Chapter 4;
Poison
'Why can't we? I mean, the meetings are over, there's no reason for us to stay when we could be home with Johnny,' Sue argued angrily.
'Sue, Johnny will be fine. He just needs rest and you need to stop mothering him. He hates it when you do that,' Reed told her patiently.
'Will the two of you knock it off! Suzie, Johnny will be fine. Reed, why the hell do we have to stay?' Ben interjected, tired of the fighting between the pair. It was pushing them apart and they all knew the relationship between Reed and Sue was slowly deteriorating. Ben and Sue had even camped out together in the living room one night earlier in the week. It was strange how the relationship between Reed and Sue was changing back to 'just friends' while Ben and Sue slowly became a couple.
'Because I already have the tickets,' Reed told him firmly.
'You could easily exchange them,' Sue objected.
'Would it stop you from yelling at me?' Reed asked tiredly, rubbing a hand across his face. In truth, they all wanted to go home. The trip had been difficult and they were looking forward to escaping the grungy hotel. Sue nodded slowly and Reed sighed, grabbing for the phone.
"Alright.'
Sevran was only slightly surprised to find that the serum was wearing off faster than he had intended. In fact, he was more irritated than surprised, but that wasn't his main concern. It was the fact that the youth had the nerve to strike him full in the face that was his main concern. It just proved that Johnny had more courage than brains.
Roughly Sevran grabbed Johnny by the wrist, twisting it until he heard a satisfying snap. Johnny screamed in pain, promptly curling around the appendage and trying in vain to muffle his cries. Sevran grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to lock eyes with the demon.
'You will pay for that!' Sevran spat, beckoning Desmond over to them. The other demon already had the vial he needed in his long fingered hand, wordlessly relinquishing it to Sevran. Deftly, Sevran pulled the boy's hand's to him, one at a time, pouring the liquid onto the palms. For all of about three seconds, Johnny remained motionless, staring into his eyes. Then the screaming began.
Johnny convulsed on the hardwood floor, his back arching painfully as he turned and twisted in every way, desperate to end the agony that ripped through every fiber of his being. His bloodcurdling screams echoed throughout the room, a beautiful music to the pair. The acidic nature of the liquid burned his palms, which quickly blistered over, bursting to let the blood flow freely in an attempt to wash away the poison. Combined with the fact that the liquid caused the victim an incomparable amount of agony and damaged his hands enough that he couldn't fight back, it made an excellent weapon.
Grinning, Sevran took up the blade once more, tracing a line from the boy's ribs to the opposite hip. The grin grew, and he ripped through the youth's flesh, painfully tearing into his side. Quickly he began to lap it up, healing anything that might prove life threatening. He wanted this to last, after all.
Desmond was at his side once more, handing him a bag of salt before the other demon had a chance to ask. Sevran grinned, before upending it into the wound. Quickly he pressed down and Johnny screamed again, arching to get away from the intruding hands, tears streaming down his face. Grinning, Sevran accepted the needle and thick, salt soaked thread from Desmond. The grin widened into a frightening smile. Then he plunged in the needle, swiftly stitching up the boy's side.
'Fuck!' Johnny screamed, finally able to form coherent speech. From the couch, Desmond grinned back at Sevran.
'If you insist,' Desmond told him graciously.
Johnny's eyes went wide as his face paled. Viciously, he tried to drag his unresponsive body away from the pair. Sevran's hand grabbed his ankle, gave it a twist and it snapped. Johnny screamed, instinctively curling around it.
'Just where do you think you're going?'
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