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[a lyrical hum cuts in, almost as if someone didn't know what they were doing]

"Leave yer message."

[oh. no, he knew. he just didn't care. the beep comes after another brief humming stops.]

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[action] - cw: violence and gore

[helluvamess]

The advantage of working custodial, as well as an apparent opportunity for certain people to set up lethal traps, is that it's also relatively easy for Blitzø to figure out where those same people live and ensure that he's able to keep tabs on their routine, more or less. He doesn't doubt that Collins is going to be looking over his shoulder after everything, but when he's focused like this, Blitzø can be patient as fuck and with his decent night vision and being small and nimble, he can hide himself away a lot easier than the average human and keep tabs on where Collins is.

It also means that he can wait until he knows Collins is going to be out of his room and with no one nearby, making it easy for him to slip behind the man and aim to slash the backs of his knees with a wicked knife. The goal is easy: get him down to the floor and unable to run. Then he'll have plenty of time for revenge.

Re: [action] - cw: violence and gore

[onlyhearmusic]

Collins did not spend a lot of time outside of his room the following weeks after his rampage. Whether that was due to punishment or avoiding people and further consequences was up for debate though as his demeanor hardly changed when he did go to work at the library or get food at the cafeteria. Then there was the Flood and who wanted to be out during that debacle. But a few days after the Flood the Irishman finally began to settle into what felt like a regular schedule close to what it was before his return from his world.

He still avoided people when he could. He didn't seem very concerned with revenge attempts. It wasn't lack of intelligence or even arrogance, but seemed rather to be simply because he didn't care to waste his energy on the inevitable. It certainly made him an easy target.

Blitzø took him completely by surprise when he attacked. His first leg buckled beneath his weight as the knife slashed through skin and muscle, and if he had had half a second to think he might have feared the blood vessels there were severed as well. Instead, however, the Butcher worried about the next attack because without a doubt it was coming. Just because he knew it was inevitable and pointless--despite the fact that he was told how his restrictions worked now--didn't mean he was the type to go down without a fight.

The follow-through slash cut his skin but the bite was not as deep as the Butcher allowed his stumble to turn into a fall and a roll. His old bones disagreed with the action but it didn't slow him down. The wicked cut of his popliteal fossa did though. He ended up still on the ground, his knees protesting his position. He rotated his upper body to look back at his attacker.

"Fuckin' demon brat..."

Not what he expected but then what did it matter. If this was part of their game though and nothing more, he was going to make this creature suffer.

Re: [action] - cw: violence and gore

[helluvamess]

Collins hit the ground and Blitzø hung back a moment, watching him curiously, waiting to see what he would do. When the man just lay there, he raised an eyebrow and ventured close, knife in one hand. It was the one Johann had given him months past, a specific choice because he knew that there would likely be consequences of some kind for this and he didn't want anything to point to the weapons Trevor had given him and risk that little armoury being shut down.

"So, is it true that you can't fucking fight back now?"

He grinned wickedly and aimed a vicious kick at the prone man's injured knee, watching his face and still prepared for a return attack.

Re: [action] - cw: violence and gore

[onlyhearmusic]

There was a stifled howl of pain from the Irishman as the kick connected to his injured knee. It made him breath heavily, but instead of looking disturbed by what was happening the Butcher grinned through it. White teeth bared at the lowly demon as he laughed it off.

"Only one way ta find out," he replied.

Despite his injury, the Butcher was surprisingly quick. He had to give this play his all so he ignored the pain and blood as he lunged from his kneeled position. He pivoted at the same time, lucky enough that he didn't slip on his own pooling blood, and withdrew the knife from under his suit jacket. He dove for Blitz.

The knife plunged into the red skin until the hilt hit resistance and for a second the Butcher grinned in satisfaction. Then it hit him. Not the imp. Not a retaliation. Not yet. His face fell into wretched despair and then pain as he coughed. The spittle held blood in it. If he didn't bleed to death he may suffocate slowly on his own blood as it welled up in his punctured lung.

He looked down to see the evidence. The knife was plunged thoroughly into the demon's chest--but no blood came of it. The imp showed no sign of feeling pain (for he wouldn't), no sign of injury despite the knife sticking out of his skin. And when the Butcher bent his head further down to look at his own chest he saw it: the knife sized hole, blood oozing out of the injury.

He laughed, choked on his own blood, and continued to laugh more in that wild, disbelieving way of a madman. He believed it though. He saw the proof. The female FBI agent had told him how it would work and the bastard calling himself "admiral" made it happen. He could not harm another, but he could harm himself plenty.

He leaned back and the knife went with him. He grunted as he felt the blade slide out and the blood begin to flow more freely. The knife clattered to the floor as the Butcher looked up at the imp. He smiled a red toothed grin in acceptance at what was to come next.

Re: [action] - cw: violence and gore

[helluvamess]

"Shit-!"

The other man lunged for him faster than he'd expected with that injury, and Blitzø fell back but not fast enough as the knife sunk in deep. There was a moment before the pain kicked in that he thought that Florian and Johann were going to be so pissed at him for this and it was his own fucking fault for getting sloppy...

But the pain didn't come. He looked down, wide-eyed, at the knife that was very definitely buried in his chest that he also very definitely didn't feel a fucking thing from. Then Collins coughed and Blitzø saw the blood on his lips and looked down to the wound in his chest. A perfect match to the knife in his own.

The other man fell back and the knife came free without a sign it had even been in him at all, though blood gushed from Collins' wound.

"Well fuck me," Blitzø said with a whistle, reaching down to twist the blade free from the dying man's hand. "Guess they really did a number on you, huh?"

He'd thought that Collins just wouldn't be able to attack others, not this level of fucked up bullshit. Just to be sure, he tested the tip of the knife on his finger and felt a prick of pain as a drop of black blood welled to the surface. Not the weapon or himself then.

"You know," he said, conversationally, "if I had more time I'd fuck around and see how much this works, like if you holding it but someone else doing the stabbing is enough or not, but looks like you haven't got that long anyway."

The knife dove deep in the prone man's chest again, slipping between his ribs towards his heart as Blitzø put his full weight into it and leant in. "But I wanna make sure you don't survive this one."

Re: [action] - cw: violence and gore

[onlyhearmusic]

There was only half a second of resistance from the Butcher when the demon took the blade from him. Half a second before the futile nature hit him and he let it all go. Defiance was his game, but there was nothing no reason for it anymore. The inevitable was here.

His only regret was that it hadn't been a fair game. That would have been acceptable. This was just more bullshite from the prison ship of hell. And it would just start all over again. No real end.

He smiled up at Blitz with his blood stained mouth. "'Cause I know me fuckin' job." He would have laughed-

-oh. He sighed deeply as the blade dug deep into his chest once more. It was a strange sensation to feel it hit his heart. Painful, without doubt, and strange as his body began to shut down. He wasn't long now.

His eyes fluttered but after a moment they opened purposefully again. He stared straight into the eyes of the imp. The least he could do, after all, was share the beauty of his death with his killer and let him watch the light leave his eyes.