Call Out

Take me to the back of my throat.

They were slowly turning on each other, Shawn thought to himself.

Things were going exactly to plan as he had meticulously prepared.

They were the problem; vexing one another, intentional or not.

Susana glared dangerously at Keith. The boy had already apologised for his irrational behaviour but not everything can easily be forgiven without consequences.

   "K-guy, Keith, MJ, whatever the fuck your name is, come ov'er here right now," Susana solemnly spoke out, calmly demanding of Keith. Ironically her shift in facial expression goes unnoticed underneath the mask which still left her looking terrifying.

   "Y-yeah?" Keith answered, his hands, which were held behind his back in a firmly rigid position, gave way to his unsteady heart and shuddered.

   "Harris, let him go for a sec will you?" I blankly stare at Susana, concerned, as she slips down her medical mask. Underneath it was a serious expression, being one of the rare few times Susana's actual face was revealed.

   "You really sure Sue? Wait, can I call you that?"

   "Call me whatever, and of course! I know exactly what I'm doing," she smiled, softly pushing Fern aside and into the poorly smeared concrete wall. Aside from him being a little crestfallen, he took the shoving perfectly fine.

   Johnathan shone the torch down on them, in the background the corpse lay flat on the cobbly floor. Keith was then freed and nervously shimmied backwards, "W-what woah, what are you planning to do?" Keith demanded as Susana dangerously closed in.

   "What do you think I'm doing?" Susana cracked her knuckles, her eyes widened like preying on a small helpless animal, preparing any second to grab Keith.

   "G-GET AWAY-"

   Susana didn't stray but instead only inched closer, grabbing Keith by the wrist, hampering any form of escape momentarily, before sharply thrusting her fist into Keith's throat, delivering a sharp sucker punch (don't try this at home) blow.

   Shawn watched the boy gurgle in pain, akin to a pathetic baby squealing with excruciating agony — he couldn't help but silently applaud the results presented from the pixelated CCTV footage. He had some doubts before but this makes things definitive. These fives were truly unique and will be interesting to watch.

   No one had prevented any of this happening. The unsavoury thought of the traumatic corpse of Kathy lingered in all of their minds. After Keith's cartilage and oesophagus had fully been destroyed, the wheezing and when the desperate gasp for air had stopped did he scream, "Bawr-buh-rig-mahy, what was that for?"

   His voice however had turned minimal and scratchy. What little of it that could be deciphered was a gravelly nightmare mess due mostly in part to the damage of the vocal cords and the bruise marks on his throat courtesy of Susana, who burst out in energetic laughter until a sharp sensation of pain shot up her abdomen, indicating for her to stop.

   "Y-you deserved it, GAHAHA-"

   Everyone watched, confused and perhaps somewhat mortified, even. Fern was down on his knees, patting Keith on the back, as he held dearly to his maimed throat, "Hey! Stop hitting our teammate, t-that wasn't very nice Susana, you can't just solve everything with violence," he condemned, uncertainty leering at Susana.

   "AWWW, wittle wee Fern backing up dear Keith," Susana teeteringly mocked, pointing her index straight at Fern still chortling in craze laughter, "AHAHA, shut up, don't try to make him look like the victim, he choked me first," the laughter dissipated just as quickly as they came, the glum expression reformed and Susana wearily pulled up her blue mask, once again hiding her emotions. Her hands swiftly returned to their pockets, jamming themselves with practised ease.