Things were going absolutely perfect.
Not that Jayce ever doubted himself, he always succeeded. He just wasn't expecting Viktor to be so goddamned stupid.
But that was okay, actually, it was abso-frickin-lutely awesome. Because he was abso-frickin-lutely awesome. That was just how things always seemed to work out.
Jayce grinned again for the god-knows-how-many-th time today. Every time he looked down at his exposed mangled nemesis, the day seemed brighter and brighter.
Singed's solution had worked just as expected. The only signs of Viktor's wounds were deep furrows and the stitching left behind. The Defender ran his gloved fingers across each fleshy hill and valley, the black thread a bridge connecting irritated fresh skin to old scarred tissue. Each limb ended abruptly, arms only useless nubs barely jutting out from his shoulders and his legs stopping just above where the knee would be. Not to mention how skinny they were from the muscle atrophying away after so many years with the augments. Signs of the augments also showed on his torso, no fat to obscure his ribs which jutted through the skin sickeningly, nothing to hide how impossibly skinny he was.
It was pathetic, absolutely perfectly pathetic.
Jayce was kinda tempted to give him a chance to escape. It'd be fucking hilarious to watch the sick shit try and squirm away. "Hey, Viktor."
No response, not even movement.
God, that pissed him off.
Like seriously, he was doing something so fucking kind purely out of the depths of his heart and Viktor just thought it'd be okay if he blew him off? Fuck that.
"Hey, Viktor," he repeated, putting nasty emphasis on the Herald's name. Still nothing. Huh, well if that's how he wanted to be, then Jayce could play by that, he'd make it work.
"You know, with all your bullshit about the 'Glorious Evolution' and rejecting nature and primal desires and whatever the fuck else, I really thought you would've taken matters into your own hands."
"What are you-" the sentence was interrupted by a burst of static. Finally the useless freak decided to respond. He really was a pathetic wimp though, not being able to say a single thing without giving up. Absolutely disgusting.
"What am I what? Doing? Talking about?" Jayce snickered just thinking about the punchline, "Viktor, I'm talking about your dick."
He burst into laughter. Man he was great, this was going to be so fucking awesome. He grabbed the opened pair of surgical scissors on the table and ran his finger across the blade. Through his gloves he could feel the edge, lovingly sharpened by his own hand. Even then, he knew this was a hero's work. Even then, he poured heart and soul into ensuring he'd avenge himself in the future.
The future was finally here.
"That must have been a distraction all along for you," the inventor continued in a faked sympathetic tone, "Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll go ahead and get rid of it. Just for you."
Jayce set a hand on Viktor's bony chest and leaned in, looking right in the Herald's artificial eyes. He spoke, now serious and cold, "We both know the future's better off without you."
"Then just kill me." the clearest words he'd spoken since they'd started. Jayce frowned and leaned back. He looked back at the scissors, the cold steel glimmered temptingly in the warm light of his home.
"I'd love to, but," he removed his fingers from each bow and wrapped them around the arms, "I won't."
He stabbed them deep into the flesh of Viktor's groin, the meat easily ripping with a satisfying wet noise. He felt the warm drops of blood and oil land against his face. Jayce pushed them deeper then yanked them out without warning.
"You've made so many people suffer," he stabbed them back in, slightly off from the initial puncture wound.
"You manipulated them into being your personal guinea pigs. You ruined their future, you ruined my future!" Jayce punctuated every few syllables with another stab, each one with more force behind it than the last. "What the FUCK is wrong with you!?"
Holding back his anger and frustration was useless, he shoved the shears into the writhing meat below over and over. There wasn't any pattern or rhythm to it, just endless satisfaction and dark red liquid splattering everywhere.
The blades hit something hard. Jayce realized it was the hextech cover he laid down earlier. He stared at it for a moment, watching as the blood began to be dissolved by the technology.
He looked up at Viktor. The Herald was pitifully trying to remain still and hide his involuntary shaking and squirming. Each muscle was visibly alternating between harshly tensed and fully relaxed. It was pathetic.
And it was exquisite.
Jayce laughed under his breath. For the first time in years, his hatred towards the Zaunite had temporarily abated. He walked to Viktor's side and ran a bloodied hand through his damp hair. He knotted his hand the messy strands and yanked Viktor's head up, forcing him to look at the blood gushing from between his legs and the chunky visceral remains of his genitals. Jayce bent down and whispered in his ear.
"You're beautiful now."