It wasn't the worst pain that Victor Creed had ever experienced in his life.
But it was pretty fucking bad.
His hand seemed to have melted away from him like blood-red wax, stuck in a tree and leaving him only with a stump of bone and impotent nerve endings. Creed howled and clutched at what was left of his arm to his chest. Blood was everywhere. That he'd expected. He just hadn't planned on it being his blood, his gore forever tainting that building of anything light or good.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He screamed at her from his knees, then fell over even more curling in on himself in an effort to stop the bleeding and achieve at least some level of comfort. It still hurt. Fuck him, it still fucking hurt! "I'LL KILL YOU! GAAAH MY HAND, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"
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Date: 2010-04-22 11:37 pm (UTC)But it was pretty fucking bad.
His hand seemed to have melted away from him like blood-red wax, stuck in a tree and leaving him only with a stump of bone and impotent nerve endings. Creed howled and clutched at what was left of his arm to his chest. Blood was everywhere. That he'd expected. He just hadn't planned on it being his blood, his gore forever tainting that building of anything light or good.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He screamed at her from his knees, then fell over even more curling in on himself in an effort to stop the bleeding and achieve at least some level of comfort. It still hurt. Fuck him, it still fucking hurt! "I'LL KILL YOU! GAAAH MY HAND, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"
But he didn't move from the floor.