The officer looks absolutely stunned at the clatter of weapons and struggles to maintain a sense of composure. He has a job to do, damn it. "This isn't over," he snarls.
And it isn't. Not yet. Not until Gray takes the final step up behind Jackson and slides the razor-sharp blade between his ribs. It almost doesn't hurt, the blade is so sharp and the stab is so efficient, but the way his breath hitches and his muscles seize seem to multiple the pain exponentially. Or maybe it's the way that Gray jerks the blade violently to tear the wound open. Jackson isn't sure, just that everything has disappeared beyond the rush of blood past his ears and the numb feeling that smacks him suddenly in the face.
"Some of us," Gray hisses in his ear, "don't have the luxury of forgetting, Jack."
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Date: 2010-02-03 12:00 am (UTC)And it isn't. Not yet. Not until Gray takes the final step up behind Jackson and slides the razor-sharp blade between his ribs. It almost doesn't hurt, the blade is so sharp and the stab is so efficient, but the way his breath hitches and his muscles seize seem to multiple the pain exponentially. Or maybe it's the way that Gray jerks the blade violently to tear the wound open. Jackson isn't sure, just that everything has disappeared beyond the rush of blood past his ears and the numb feeling that smacks him suddenly in the face.
"Some of us," Gray hisses in his ear, "don't have the luxury of forgetting, Jack."