Lethal Fixation

Lethal (Timeline C Ending)

A/N: This is one of the timeline paths in which the final scene could've gone, had things not ended as they did...

Timeline C:

In which the zip tie breaks from a prolonged struggle.

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The loud sound of a snap echoes out. Something plastic and something broken. A deep rich hue of red seeps across the flesh of skin, dressing it in its streams. The nearby color of orange, dyes red to match as well.

Metal mixes with blood. It's wet as the blade of a knife, wedges itself deeper into the voice box under its tip, piercing its wheezy breath around it into silence.

Silence...

Craig knew it'd be silent, but not this silent.

The beautiful blue eyes he'd been staring into—so filled with life only moments ago—were now dull and hollow.

The occupant who they'd belong to, his hero, was now dead.

Craig expected this. Knew this was going to happen, and yet... He felt nothing. Why didn't he feel anything? Tears were falling, so he knew he was upset that he'd never be able to see his dear hero again, but why didn't...

Something moves and his attention is immediately drawn towards it.

"Marsh," he seethes, watching the pathetic injured boy struggle to stand.

"No... Kenny..." Marsh whispers in absolute horror.

Craig would take pleasure in his expression, if it wasn't connected to his hero's death.

"You," Craig spits, standing to his feet, "this is all because of you. If you never got in the way, then none of this would've happened!"

Marsh doesn't reply, he only watches on in terror as Craig abruptly yanks the lodged knife out of his deceased hero's neck, and makes his way towards him.

Marsh's fight or flight instinct kicks in at that moment. He chooses flight.

How predictable.

Craig chases him onto the floor he exits on. This was all Marsh's fault. It was always Marsh's fault. Maybe if he killed him, everything would make sense!

Marsh tries to get away from him. Tries to hide. But no matter where he'd go, Craig would get him. No matter how many corners, or halls he'd turn down, he wasn't going to escape him.

He'd hunt him down, until there was nowhere left to run.

Which is exactly what happens, when dumbass-Marsh runs himself into a dead end hall.

"Nowhere left to run, Marsh," Craig tells him, low.

Panic fills every inch of Marsh, as he helplessly— desperately— looks for a way out. But there is none, and he knows it.

Craig swings the knife. Marsh puts up a struggle. A pointless one. His injured arm makes him weak and easy to overcome. He tries to use his cast as a shield, the blade pierces it, but not fully. Craig quickly brings his arm around, and in one swift motion, the knife finally penetrates Marsh. Nestling itself into his gut. Craig twists the blade and Marsh lets out a delicious cry in agony.

Craig continues to twist the blade until Marsh falls to his knees. He removes it then, but not as an act of mercy. He removes it so that he can prepare for the next strike. Kicking Marsh down to the floor, he turns him onto his back and places himself over top of him.