A/N: Final part! Again, same warnings as the previous. There will be a depiction of murder in this ficlet.
Italicized song is To Die For by The Birthday Massacre.
To Die For.
Tighten your tie, boy
You're something to die for
But don't hold your breath now
You're just killing time
Tonight you can dream, boy
Imagine a whisper
If you can keep secrets
Then I'll tell you mine.
"You've learned to love it, Chase… See? I told you. I told you."
Chase is silent, with only the confines of his mind speaking for him. How could it have gotten to this point? What sick feeling did this boy evoke within Chase? It was despicable– even for someone bent on destroying his enemies and taking over the world. Chase did not kill unless it was necessary. He did not kill for sport. Until… now.
Jack is watching him do his work. He briefly looks to Chase's victim, then looks back to Chase.
"Go on," Jack says. "Unless you're scared?"
The taunt causes Chase to release his anger on his victim– some churchgoer who happened to pass by. Looked in her 20′s, named Angel. Very ironic. Chase smiles. She will never see the light of day again… but no. No. This must be done slowly. This is how a life is taken.
The poor girl's stomach is ripped open, blood splattering on Chase's face.
"Please, please! Let me go! Let me go!" The girl manages to scream out.
And Jack snarls. "Shut up already. You went to church, right? Heaven'll be waiting for you– that is, if you haven't been doing some sinful shit on the side… so shut up!" The snarl is replaced with a dark chuckle.
Chase takes his bare hands and wraps them around the large intestine, and pulls. His ears are almost deaf from the scream. He watches as Jack gets up and goes over to the poor girl, putting his hands over her mouth.
"Hurry up," Jack growls. "Next time, we're putting some fucking cloth in their mouth– next person we find."
Jack wanted it as disgusting as possible. Chase digs and digs into the stomach until nothing is left. Organs decorate the floor to his throne room. The floor around him is painted with red.
There is silence. Jack moves his hands away from the now carcass and gets up.
"Very sloppy," Jack says, as if critiquing his 'work'. He walks over to Chase, still on the floor and joins the Warlord, wrapping his arms around him. "Though, it's understandable. This, of course, was your first time."
Chase turns his head to face Jack, who in turn smiles, taking his finger and wiping some of the blood off of Chase's armor and placing it on his lips.
Jack is pulled in for a kiss.