Fury

John's Torture

   Jaxion stopped his laughter, a grin never leaving, as the dead man eventually completely burnt to ashes. The place reeked of burnt flesh, muscle, hair, blood, and everything else found on or in a human or elf. Thankfully the fire had gotten rid of the man's excretments, and the smell as well seeing as how he had literally shit and peed himself in fear at the end.

   After everything of Mike was ashes Jaxion teleported to the manager's house. Of course the place he left was catching fire due to the man on the floor having been on fire, but the sprinklers were taking care of that and the firefighters would be there soon. Jaxion arrived in the sleeping man's bedroom, walking silently over to his bed. Jaxion used a spell to silence the room so nothing would be heard before summoning a knife. "John~ Wake up!"

   Jaxion stabbed the knife into the manager's side, making sure not to hit anything vital before pulling it out laughing as the now pain and terror filled man sat up, screaming and clutching his bleeding side and looking at Jaxion, recognizing him. Before he could utter a word however Jaxion stabbed him again, causing him to scream and jerk in pain, trying to get away now. Jaxion grabbed him, casting a spell to keep him trapped on his bed as he stabbed yet again, delighting in the terrified and pain filled screams the wide-eyed manager gave as his body and surroundings slowly became drenched in blood.

   He wasn't allowed to utter a word, being stabbed over and over, cut and carved into like some kind of jack o'lantern. Jaxion laughed constantly as he carved off chunks of John's arms, cutting designs into his legs to immobilize him and slashing across his back. John could no longer move, whether it be off of or on the bed. He could only scream and thrash in pain as his blood dyed everything, making himself and the bed slick, staining Jaxion's hands red as the hot, spurting blood splattered everywhere causing Jaxion's black apparel to sparratically have sticky spots, splashes, and streaks of red all over just as everything else.

   "You regret now right?! You regret firing me, you regret living, you regret ever crossing me~" Jaxion said, his voice filled with a dark maniac venom, quickly giving way back to a laughter just as dark and maniac, one that wouldn't fade until the target of his revenge could hear no more.

   After a long while John stopped screaming, just staring immobilized as he died of the ragged and clean, huge and small, deep and shallow wounds ravaging his body, spurting his blood so that it coated everything around him, draining him of all will and life. Jaxion stopped toying with taking out his insides. He had summoned a second knife and carved a giant hole through John's chest and belly to his beating heart and working organs, toying with cutting them into pieces and tugging at them, pulling them out. John's intestines were laid out across himself, the bed, and trailing on the floor. His heart was still slowly beating his blood, continuously having less and less to use, and leaking some through the arteries themselves. The heartbeat suddenly dropped quite quickly, now barely clinging on as the lungs started to stop working as well. They were leaking air and filling with blood so that is to be expected.

   After a few more minutes in which Jaxion completely tore through John's insides the heart finally stopped beating. He stopped his chuckling and laughing, his grin still carved into his face, stabbing the knives into John's skull where they stayed upright.

   After a bit of standing there, processing what has happened and could happen he teleported outside of the city to a nearby cave, settling himself deep inside it where he was sure no one would find him. After a while he passed out, staying in a small coma for four days, during which he was plagued by nightmares as his body and mind recovered from the past few months of revenge.