His grip was weak. Fingers slipping on my arm with the greasy sweat of a traitor. As long as I gave him enough air to scream, that was fine by me. It meant he was still alive. I didn't have it in me to cut him down when I could leave him bent outta shape just like me.

"Hold still," I heard myself say, but there was a disconnect between my voice and my brain. I knew what I was doing, and I knew that I wanted it - more than anything. The scent of blood was thick in the air, made me feel gowed-up like a dope fiend on the big high.

Before I could think, I smiled back and slid the shiv into his left eye with the precision of a master surgeon. Easy flesh that gave and popped in an instant. A simple twitch of the knife was enough pull the bloody mass up and out, and I jerked it from his skull like I was plucking a ripe apple off a tree.

Payback was a bitch, and I enjoyed fucking her.