Sunday, 6 May 2012
07:13:15 PM (GMT)
He dug out his switchblade; not exactly the biggest weapon ever but oh
so efficent for crutial, precise attacks on certain parts of the body (mainly
arteries and vital organs, one cleverly placed cut or slice was enough to induce a
slow death in an opponent), and gave a manic grin, brown eyes almost black as the
blade smoothy stuck into skin. Moriarty started to removed skin from muscle, starting
at the hands and doing each piece individually, leaving nothing of the protective
layer left on the right arm. He laid the pieces out, marking around the hair line and
then pulling the face back, (the ears took a bit of hacking, the small spurt of blood
hit his suite and he repeatedly stomped on the head of the body till it caved in,
brain and bone staining the carpet), and sawing it off, leaving it to join the other
bits. It took him roughly two hours to skin the entire body, and when finished with
his work, Jim beamed happily and took the pinkish material into his study.
Two days later, Jim would be prancing around the apartment and Sebastian would
question where those new boots had come from.