Cryus' body jerked beneath him. His knee wavered as he tried to push him just a little further. The sound of tearing metal in his ears. The burning in his ring finger became unbearable. The taste of fresh blood in his mouth. Slick leather sliding against his palm - An instinct to grab.
Pain shot through him like his hand had hit a live wire.
Jacob tumbled to the ground with Cyrus. The sand welcomed the two of them as equals this time. He swatted at his attempts to grab at him with his left hand. Cyrus' fists were open now. Grasping. Clawing at the dark brown slush that was forming around him. He could see his eyes again. Bright. Desperate.
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The only thing louder than the sound of his heart was Cyrus. Every wet, gargled noise that forced him to look at the one thing his eyes pulled away from. What Jacob had done. The jagged perforations that cut through the pale skin of his neck, revealing the pink tissue beneath it, or opened into dark scarlet pools which drooled in time with his increasingly weak spasms. The worst ones were the ones that seemed to cut into nothing. Flaps of skin and fat opening to leak out pink bubbles every time Cyrus tried to breath in, only to close up as he tried the air he didn't have out of his lungs.
His eyes were dimming by the time Jacob looked back to them.
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It took a long time.
He didn't take Cyrus' bag with him.
((Jacob Rowe continued in
You Should See The Other Guy))