As he turns the knife in his hand he meets his own eyes - black pits, hints of infernal fire sparking there - and he can see surprise there as well. This wasn't expected. Wasn't wanted - of course. The sick fucker would want to have his fun, regardless. And now he's being denied.
More than he knows.
His gaze swings down to Neil's - from pitch black to deep blue - and the fire in him feels like sunlight.
"I love you," he whispers, and the monster is opening his mouth, realization reddening his eyes, when Mike lunges forward and slashes the blade across his face - his own face - twin to the cut across Neil's. The thing lets out a short scream of surprise and rage and pain, releases Neil and stumbles back.
Blood is pattering softly onto the floor. When Mike pushes forward again and jams the knife in between the thing's ribs, he realizes that he's smiling.
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More than he knows.
His gaze swings down to Neil's - from pitch black to deep blue - and the fire in him feels like sunlight.
"I love you," he whispers, and the monster is opening his mouth, realization reddening his eyes, when Mike lunges forward and slashes the blade across his face - his own face - twin to the cut across Neil's. The thing lets out a short scream of surprise and rage and pain, releases Neil and stumbles back.
Blood is pattering softly onto the floor. When Mike pushes forward again and jams the knife in between the thing's ribs, he realizes that he's smiling.