Taro

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Christopher McKenzie and Jason Tarrence are best friends, and have been since they were young. But soon Christopher notices how strange Jason acts around his teacher, Miss Kidson. Is there something more sinister going on?

Submitted: April 04, 2015

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Far into the distance, two birds danced with one another, soaring alongside each other in perfect unison. Christopher wondered if they were like those ones he'd seen on TV that mate for life and stay together wherever they go. His hand began to hurt as he'd been resting his cheek against it for the past - he checked his watch - hour and a half. He let out a sigh and blinked forcably, making sure to open his eyes again; he felt like he could doze off any moment now. After a series of sharp pains shot through his arm, he looked back into the classroom. Jason had been pinching his arm for a while now, and was mouthing at him furiously. Christopher dragged his gaze back into the classroom and let out an exhasperated sigh as he saw the teacher tapping her foot at him, her hand on her hip. 
"There's no need to get sassy with me, Miss..." Christopher mumbled as he used his teeth to get the grime out from under his nails. The class whipped their heads to the teacher's expression to see if she was going to lose her temper again.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Miss Kidson. Please use my full name, McKenzie. As for you, Tarrence, stop trying to help him. He's a lost cause." She approached Christopher's desk and he lifted his head slightly when she stood over him. He kept strong eye contact the whole time, in a challenging manner. The sound of her kitten heels on the laminate carried a foreboding atmosphere as the class watched in silence.
"Please see me after this lesson, McKenzie. You too, Tarrence." Her hands pushed down on their desks and she gripped the wood briefly before walking back to the front of the class. Christopher heard his friend gulp beside him.
"You're scared of Kidson? You've had tons of detentions before, don't pussy out on this one-" He teased Jason, nudging him with his elbow. Jason winced, before retaliating.
"I-I'm not pussy-ing out on it, I just... Er... Don't like getting tons of detentions, that's all." He crossed his arms defensively, making Christopher chuckle.
"Sure, sure..." Christopher replied, his sarcasm imminent.
"Eh... Look, can you not, like..." Jason shifted in his seat, "Can you not wait for me after detention? Kidson tends to, er, shout at me for longer than she shouts at you. Don't bother waiting for me when she lets you out first... You can just go straight to the canteen, Chris." Jason smiled warmly and carried on taking notes. Christopher carried on cleaning his nails.
"Yeah, sure thing. Cheers mate." He carried on his project of covering his notebook's cover with doodled stars. It was about two thirds finished, with the first couple of centimetres from the top downwards almost completely black where there were so many stars on it. Christopher stifled a yawn, "Any idea why she hates you so much, Taro? I would've thought she'd hate me the most, seeing as I give her the most trouble out of us two."
"I have no idea." Jason chuckled lightly.
Despite the teacher's best efforts, the tedious lesson finally ended and Christopher sighed again when he remembered that he had to stay behind.
"For fuck's sake..." Christopher began but was cut short by Miss Kidson's rant about his foul mouth. Christopher thought about all the good food in the canteen that would be gone by the time he got there. The pizza, the hot dogs, the chips... He'd probably end up with a beef and onion pie again. Jason seemed uneasier than normal in his seat, and Christopher nudged him.
"Are you alright, mate?"
"Yeah... Like I told you, I hate detention, that's all." He laughed shakily and Christopher decided to drop it.
"You're a bag of nerves, Taro... You should just chill out." Christopher spoke in a hushed voice as the teacher sat at her desk, admiring her nails. Christopher gave a short noise of distaste, kissing his teeth lightly, "Kidson is probably such a whore, you know. The way she wears heels every day, and the way she paints her lips and nails matching red. She's not my type, quite the munter, actually." He joked as he finished his notes.
"Hey! She might hear you! Besides, that's all conjecture. What do you even have against her?" Jason whispered furiously.
"Oh, maybe it's because she keeps me behind all the fucking time?" Christopher chewed his gum a bit harder than before.
"Oh, yeah, how's it going with Stacey? Gone all the way yet?" Jason teased.
"A gentleman never tells, Taro." Christopher laughed triamphuntly before the teacher's hands banged down on their desks. They looked up in unison, both with a startled expression.
"Since you boys aren't going to do your work and just have a mother's meeting, you can go. There's no point in me keeping you here if it doesn't get your coursework done. Tarrence, I need to see you about something right now, so you'll have to let your beloved Christopher go without you. McKenzie, off you go." Miss Kidson stood with her hands on her hips as Christopher sauntered out of the classroom. At the door, he spun around and stood to attention, giving Jason a military salute.
"Don't succumb, my boy! No matter what kind of vile torture she puts you through! Stay strong and-" Miss Kidson shouted, cutting him off.
"Get out of my classroom! Stupid boy!" Taro recoiled a little as he stood a little way behind her. Christopher scuttled out of the classroom, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He overheard the teacher as she scolded Jason even harder than him.
"Poor guy..." He spoke to himself as he took the stairs down two at a time, rushing to the canteen. When he finally got there, he sat eating his chicken drumstick by the school gates, waiting for Jason. He never showed up. 
"Guess the bunking's off, then..." Christopher scratched his head as the bell for fourth period rang, "I guess it's kind of selfish for me to drag him into my bad habits like that. Maybe I should just go it alone like I did before." He slipped out of the gates alone, making his way down the street, "I think Stacey mentioned she had a training day today. I'll go round hers." Christopher rolled a cigarette as he wandered through the puddles on the ground. He cursed briefly, covering the end of the cigarette with his cupped hand before lighting it with his red lighter. "Goddamned rain." He stood still for a moment as he took the first drag. The smoke came out of both his nose and his mouth and he carried on walking.
***
He could barely feel his knuckles as he knocked on her front door. Stacey opened it cautiously at first, but when she saw it was Christopher, she swung it wide open and beckoned him inside.
"You're lucky my parents are at work, Chris. They'd throttle you if they knew you existed, you know that." She smiled warmly as she handed him a towel from the airing cupboard. 
"Cheers, Stace. I remembered your training day, so I thought I'd drop by. Besides, you know I memorized your parents' working hours." He looked at the floor, bending over to dry his soaked hair. He raised his head again when his hair was only damp. His head spun a little as he stood up straight. 
"You stink of smoke... I told you you should quit. You'll die from arse cancer or something." Stacey became lighthearted so she didn't feel like she was nagging him. Christopher gave a light chuckle even though he felt terrible for finding a joke about cancer funny. 
"So, what have you been doing today?" He followed her lead and walked to her room with her, hand in hand although he felt a bit as though he was being dragged. 
"I have my drama exam soon, so I was practicing for that. I still need to learn the script properly, and I have to work on my tone of voice." The door was already open and she sat in her deskchair. Christopher sat cross-legged on her bed, in his usual spot by the cushions. Her room wasn't what you'd expect a teenage girl's room to look like; it was whitewashed with dashes of electric blue. Except for her cushions, which were a washed-out lilac colour. They stood out like a sore thumb. 
"I see. You're well good at drama, Stace. I doubt you need to do much work on it." He put a cushion in the space between his crossed legs, hugging it a little. It smelled of her sweet perfume that he loved so much.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that because you don't want me to practice now, so we can mess around?" She teased him and giggled.
"Nah, you practice. Show me. I'd hate for you to fail drama because you were too busy satisfying my libido." He propped himself up to watch.
"Libido? Big word for you, innit? You are failing English, Chris." She spoke as she read through her script, smiling softly to assure him she was joking. Christopher laughed.
"You are such a bitch, Stace..." He laughed as he spoke. She giggled with him.
"Anywho, I'm all finished for today. I think if I try to memorize any more, my brain will leak out of my ears." Stacey hopped off of the deskchair, sitting next to him on the bed. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She sounded tired, "What do you wanna do, then?" She yawned as Christopher played with her long cornrows. He used the ends of one to tickle her face, running it down her cheek.
"I don't know if this is racist, but your hair really fascinates me. I could play with it forever." He twiddled a strand between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, you're not used to black hair. It's only natural, I guess." She smiled as he kissed her cheek, "You know you'll have to go home in a half hour. My dad's shift is short today." Stacey stifled a yawn.
"Are you saying that we should make the most of the time we have?" Christopher teased her, poking her face.
"No, I'm saying that you can't stay here until school is over. I doubt you'll even make it past fourth period before you have to walk back to yours. Besides, I'm way too knackered to do anything." She propped herself up and took her hair out of Christopher's hand, putting it back in it's right place, tucked behind her ear.
"Well, a half hour's enough for a really long kiss, right?" He put the cushion back in it's designated place. Stacey laughed.
"I guess a kiss won't hurt. But no more! Just a kiss." She put her script beside her and turned to face him. He initiated the kiss, grabbing the back of her head and pulling at her cornrows. It came to a stop, they were both gasping, "N-no more than that... Just... Kissing..." Stacey put a hand on her chest as she got her breath back. Her face was flushed. 
"Sorry... I... Didn't give us... Time... To bre- to breathe..." He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his fringe back. They both gasped in silence, trying to make up for lost oxygen. 
"You're... A shit kisser..." Stacey laughed at her own joke, clutching her sides as she gave herself a stitch. Christopher laughed too, but he went a bit red.
"Sorry I'm not really... Used to it yet." He rubbed the back of his head embarassedly. 
"You should go before my dad gets back and beats you." She chuckled, her hand still clutching her hip. Christopher nodded, gave her a short peck on the lips and let himself out, waving at her as he left her room. He walked out the front, through her driveway. The cold bit at him, negating the warmth he'd gotten from the central heating and the kiss.
***
Christopher ran the second half of the journey home as it began to rain. He stepped over his dad as he walked through the door of his own house. He stopped, turned around and corrected his position, leaving his dad in the recovery position.
"Don't want you to choke..." Christopher mumbled to himself as he walked up the stairs. He opened the door to his bedroom and jumped about a foot in the air. Jason was sitting on his bed with a chocolate bar in his hand. He had Christopher's laptop on his lap, humming merrily.
"Wh-what the hell, Taro?! You trying to make me shit myself?! Christ almighty..." He clutched at his chest, panting as he recovered from the fright. 
"Oh... Sorry, I just wanted to hang out here with you... Besides, your dad said it was fine for me to wait here for you" He shuffled uneasily, looking at the floor.
"You must've been here for a while, 'cause he's already drunk himself stupid again." Christopher sat down on the bed next to Jason. Jason took a deep breath and put the laptop back on the bedside table. 
"Hey, I kinda have to tell you something..." Jason looked at the floor as he spoke.
"Sure, shoot. What is it?" Christopher took a cheap gummy sweet out of his pocket and chewed on it loudly.
"I, er..."
"Spit it out, Taro. What do you want to tell me?" Christopher turned serious and looked Jason in the eyes, turning to face him slightly. Jason gulped and looked at him strongly.
"I... I-" The doorbell rang, cutting him off. His whole body lost it's tension, making him deflate like a balloon. Christopher gestured that he'll answer the door and jogged lightly out of his room. Jason listened as he heard him jumping down each step. He spoke to himself.
"I... I like you, Christopher. I..." His mumbles turned to a gritty whisper, "I love you!" Jason's expression became intense as his eyebrows knitted. He produced a wad of cloth from his pocket. "Oh, Chris..." His breathing became heavier as he sniffed the boxer shorts in his hand. He pushed them against his nostrils, snorting as he inhaled Christopher's scent. His eyes opened slowly as he heard people coming upstairs. He calmly rolled them up again and put the underwear back into his trouser pocket. Christopher and Stacey appeared in the doorframe.
"Oh hey, Jason. How's it going?" Stacey smiled as she lead christopher into the room. 
"Not bad, yeah..."
"Oh, that's good to hear. Last time we met you were having a rough time. Are things a little better now?"
"Yeah." Jason stood up to leave. Stacey grabbed his wrist a bit more forcefully than she originally meant to.
"Oh, don't leave on my account, Jason." She smiled and loosened he grip when she realised how hard she was holding him. He yanked it free, her hand recoiled instinctively.
"Don't worry. I'm going." He spoke as he wandered down the stairs. Stacey was takenaback.
"Did I upset him or something?"
"No, he's just jealous that I've kicked him out because I want to talk to you."
"Oh, I see." They both sat down on the bed in unison. Christopher angled himself towards her.
"Why did you come here?"
"Dad's stuck in traffic, won't be here for at least two hours." She edged towards him. Christopher froze a little, gulping.
"I-Is that so?" He brushed his hair out of his eyes, trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation. Unfortunately, his voice broke as he gulped and so his nerves were obvious. He opened his mouth to speak again when the door opened timidly.
"Chris..." Jason entered. 
"Yeah, what is it, mate?"
"Goodbye."
"Yeah, see you in school."
***
Christopher stared out of the window. It had only been a few days, but already the birds had stopped singing as winter crawled into England. 
"Bloody cold, innit?" Christopher nudged Jason.
"Mmhm." Jason checked his messages on his phone discreetly under his desk.
"How long 'till English is over?" Christopher stifled a yawn.
"Any minute now, actually." He checked his watch, "About 40 seconds."
"Why bother with a watch? You've got a mobile.."
"I just like watches. It's my thing. I have to know the time."
"Why's your watch gotta be so precise, anyways? 40 seconds is a bit specific, right?" Christopher pretended to be writing notes as Miss Kidson glanced his way. Jason sighed exhasperatedly.
"I already told you. I like knowing the time." Jason gathered his books together and the bell rung a few seconds after. He made eye contact with the teacher and Christopher's brows furrowed as he noticed how icy the stare was. Miss Kidson gupled slightly and smoothed down her pencil skirt.
"Tarrence, I'd like to have a word with you about your coursework. Stay behind, please."
"Aww, please, Miss?"
"No, it urgently needs improving." The students filtered out of the classroom quickly as it was lunch time. Within a few seconds, just the three of them were left. 
"How long will you be, Taro?" Christopher noticed the uncomfortable atmosphere with him there, and so began towards the door. Jason and the teacher shared a look, then she spoke.
"About 20 mintues." 
Christopher feigned ignorance and went out of the classroom. He waited by the door, listening intently. The voices were too muffled for him to make out, so he pressed his ear against the keyhole. 
"Something's going on here..." He mumbled softly to himself, before catching his words and clasping his hand over his mouth silently. He remembered that he needed to be quiet. The classroom was at a dead end, so thankfully he only needed to keep a look out in a single direction. His eyes widened as he finally heard their voices.
"How much longer do I need to do this, Tarrence?"
"I told you to call me Taro."
"I'm sorry." She sounded fearful, as if she was recoiling.
"I forgive you. Well, you can show how apologetic you are with this, can't you?" There was close to no emotion in his voice. Miss Kidson's voice was muffled now.
"Yeah, Ok." Christopher gasped silently as his mind put 2 and 2 together. He looked therough the keyhole. He couldn't see enough to confirm his suspicions, but he could make out her legs kneeling on the floor. She had no shoes on, only her tights. There was a slight moan from Jason, and then silence. Christopher stood up immediately, his face bright red. He slung his bag over his shoulder and shuffled down the corridor, staring at the floor.
"He... Wants her to call him Taro? But... But..." He turned on his heel and entered the boys' bathroom. He splashed his face, moistening the tips of his bangs. "That's... " He gulped and looked up into the dirty mirror at his blushing face. "Only I call him that..." Chritopher ran a hand through his displaced hair. He grabbed the sides of the sink, whitening his knuckles. He put a hand onto his forehead, feeling how much his temperature had gone up. He retched, but brought nothing up. His face was in the sink as he eventually coughed up some phlegm. Christopher looked back up at his reflection, spit dribbling down his chin. He wiped it crudely before running out of the building, panting. He jumped the school's spiked fence with little effort, adrenaline pumping through his system. He felt a stinging pain and winced every step he took. "Must've caught it on that barbed wire on top of the fence..." Christopher rasped as he spoke to himself. He was soon limping terribly. He tripped over uneven pavement, cursing as his nose hit the floor. He wiped the mixture of mucus and blood onto his school shirt before continuing to his house. Christopher fumbled with the house keys briefly before collapsing onto the welcome mat, staining it with blood. He kicked the door shut with his good leg, then glanced around. His dad was out. He gave a sigh of relief. Christopher tried to stand, but yelled in pain as pressure went onto his leg. He rolled up his trouser leg to look and winced. There were several deep gashes across his calf. The two lumps of flesh hung apart from one another, to the point where they just looked like slabs of meat. He retched again, covering his mouth and rolling the fabric back over it. He struggled on the mat, but found that he couldn't move.
"Do I just... Wait? Wait for it to heal? For my dad to get back from wherever he's FUCKED OFF TO?!" He screamed and flailed his arms around, in both pain and frustration. Christopher panicked as he felt his body becoming limper and limper. Darkness forced it's way into his vision, and he slumped against the door, falling unconscious.
***
Christopher startled and jumped up in fright as he saw Jason standing over him. They were in Christopher's bedroom. 
"Seems like you grazed your knee, Chris." Jason sat on the end of the bed. He was still holding the underwear in a tight ball in his fist. Christopher was too in shock to speak.
"Yes, yes. I carried you upstairs to your bed when I saw you were hurt." He began to crawl up Christopher's body as he squirmed uncomfortably. Soon, he was on top of him and they were face to face. Jason lowered his head so that he was resting it on Christopher's chest. He traced  single finger over Christopher's torso, "It was like it was our wedding night..." He spoke dreamily and became vacant for a few seconds, the two of them breathing heavily. Eventually, Jason chuckled, "You caught me, I know. I may have been... Busy, but that doesn't mean I'm any less alert. I'm always aware of my surroundings. I was picturing you, after all. Blackmailing that bitch hasn't been easy... I thought it might serve as a nice distraction from you. I saw your body move past the glazed window, Chris. You silly Billy! I'd know your silhouette anywhere..." He trailed off for a few seconds. "Oh! I remember what it was. I have some questions for you, that's it. Yes." He propped himself up slightly. Christopher was still speechless, although his mouth did open occasionally as he tried to speak. "Firstly, do you love me? I know, I know, I'm punching above my weight, but help me out here. I need someone to love just like you do." Jason rearranged himself so he was now straddling just above Christopher's hips. He sat and waited patiently, staring Chripstopher in the eyes silently. He hesitated slightly before answering in a shaky voice.
"Look, I'm flattered, but I'm not gay... You know that, Taro..." He tried to keep a friendly tone, but winced as Jason frowned.
"You don't know that, Cherry Boy. You'll never know if you don't try..." He grabbed Christopher forcefully by the neck and began to lean in for a kiss. Christopher writhed in protest but went slightly limp as Jason tightened his grip. "Oh, well that's just no good. You should be enthusiastic about this for it to-" He stopped midsentence and released the hold, making Christopher splutter. Jason leaped off of him and pressed his ear against the bedroom door intently. "Oh... How interesting. This will be fun." He turned back to Christopher who tried to move but his leg wouldn't allow it. Jason mouthed "We've got company." before hiding behind the door. Christopher's eyes widened in terror. He was about to shout for help to whoever was on the other side of the door, but the look in Jason's eyes silenced Christopher. After waiting for what seemed like hours, the door creaked open. Stacey peered around the corner. When she saw Christopher on the bed, her shoulders dropped and she went to sit next to him. Jason intercepted, taking her in a chokehold. With the free hand, he produced duct tape from his back pocket. Everyone went silent when they caught sight of it. Jason then put it back into his pocket, took out a key instead and locked the bedroom door. "Let's hope that I won't need to use tape, right?" He smiled coldly and finally released the hold on Stacey, throwing her to the bed. Christopher clumsily caught her, falling back onto the bed again under her weight. "Now what shall I do to the lovely Stacey..?" Jason pondered to himself. He paced up and down in the small room as the pair waited in silence. He clicked his fingers, making Stacey jump a little. "I know! Chris loves your hair, right?" He asked Stacey.
"H...How do you know I like her hair? I only told her that when we were alone..." Christopher began but was inturrupted.
"You thought you were alone. Dummy." Jason laughed it off.
"You're a sicko. A pervert!" Stacey yelled at him. He produced a scalpel from his pocket and gestured it towards Christopher. Stacey's body became rigid and she went quiet again.
"Let's start with something... Tame..." He smiled chillingly as he advanced towards Stacey, the scalpel held firmly in his hand. Her stare never left the blade as it came towards her. Jason knelt next to her on the bed, making her whimper softly. She squeezed her eyes shut as she braced for impact. Stacey opened her eyes as she realised that nothing was happening. A quiet noise, like a saw, was next to her ear. Jason then placed a handful of her cornrows into her lap. He leant foward and whispered into her ear, "Careful not to move, or I might cut you by accident..." His hot breath on her ear made her feel sick. Stacey felt less and less pressure on her scalp with every cut, and soon her hair stuck out in scraggly lumps, her scalp partially showing. Her breathing became more and more shallow until she brought a hand up to her throat, gesturing urgently. Christopher stirred and knelt up in panic.
"You idiot! She has asthma! Don't make her breathless like that!" Tears began to run down his face. Jason turned to him, grinning.
"Does it bother you that I can make her more breathless than you ever could? You never know, she may just be aroused, not panicked at all." Jason pressed the blade against Stacey's strong cheekbone until a trickle of blood appeared below it. 
"Stop pissing about, Taro! Give her the fucking asthma pump!" Spit flew from Christopher's mouth as he yelled in panic. Jason rolled his eyes as he produced one from the bedside drawer. 
"You keep an emergency one here for her, right? Not that she'd ever need it with your skills!" Jason laughed maniacally at his own joke before administering the pump. He softly lifted Stacey's chin up until their lips were at the same height. She gasped for air as Jason grinned. He kept one hand lifting her head up, and used the other to push the pump through her teeth, forcing her jaws apart as she began to cry. "There, there..." He was surprisingly comforting to her, even if it was to tease Christopher. He gave her the first pump of medecine, resting their forheads against one another. "Breathe in... Good girl." He smiled and took one hand away from her chin, instead running it over her patchy scalp. 
"You're being ever so brave..." He planted a soft kiss on her cheek, making her wince. Stacey's breathing eased up a little, and Jason looked her straight in the eyes for a few seconds before giving her the second dose. He whispered in her ear again, running his tongue up and down it before speaking, "Good girl, that's it. You're doing very well..." He continued stroking her nearly bare head and she began to breathe normally again a few seconds after. Her eyes remained closed, Christopher watched in horror as Stacey's eyelashes twinkled with tears, Jason nibbling her ear lobe. He snapped.
"That's enough! Stop it, now! You can do what you want to me, but don't you fucking touch my girlfriend! If it's me you're interested in, then come and get me, you coward!" Christopher leaned foward on the bed, his voice straining as he screamed at Jason. 
"That's a good offer..." Jason sat up straight, leaning away from Stacey, "But unfortunately, the face you pull when you're in absolute dispair..." He stared Christopher dead in the eyes and licked his top lip, "Really gets me off..." He relaxed as Christopher's body hardened in fright. Jason exclaimed, clutching his upper arms with the opposite hands, hugging himself tightly. His body quivered, "Ooh, I get tinglies just thinking about it!" His eyes closed and his body writhed in exitement for a few moments. Jason then caught himself and grabbed Stacey by the neck, making Christopher shout in surprise.
"No!" He extended a hand towards them.
"Oh, yes! Please keep that expression for just a little longer..." He moaned as he tightened his hold, unaffected by Stacey's nails clawing at his grip. Blood ran down her body as her nails cut deeply into Jason's whitened knuckles. He realised he was bleeding and threw her back down onto the bed in shock. His expression twisted into fury as he climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists down. Christopher tried to intercept, but collapsed onto the bed as his knee gave way again. He silently cursed his cowardice. Jason's knees were firmly placed either side of Stacey's hips, restricting her movement further. "Don't you fucking touch me! You goddamned nigger!" Jason's face flushed red with anger briefly before he calmed down and his cool expression returned. He scooped up Stacey's limp body and brought it upright with his own, both of them kneeling on the sheets. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. "Hey, hey, hey..." Jason spoke in a consoling manner. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't like to play the race card, but it seems to be the only thing that gets through to you people." He closed his eyes, speaking in the softest voice Christopher had ever heard. Stacey's cries didn't let up. Jason thought to himself for a moment, before clicking his fingers. "I've got it!" He grinned warmly before pushing Stacey onto Christoper's body. He held her tightly as she clutched pieces of fabric from his t-shirt into her fists. 
"You... You evil cunt!" Christopher screamed at him yet again.
"Are naughty words all you have, little boy?" Jason laughed softly. Christopher didn't have a retort, and sat silently as Jason smirked at him. Jason crossed his arms and stood up, staring at the two on the bed. "Entertain me. Actually, scratch that. How can I expect to be entertained when neither of you have experience?" He pouted as Christopher's brows furrowed.
"Experience in what?"
"What do you think?" Jason rolled his eyes again and Christopher gasped slightly as he caught on.
"We're not doing anything like that, you freak!" He held Stacey even tighter. Her cries had died down now, and she was breathing heavily into Christopher's chest. 
"What a shame." Jason sprung onto Stacey, ripping her away from him and pinning her down, face first. Her scream muffled as he pushed her mouth onto the bedsheets. He pushed down onto her lower back, putting pressure on her body as he forced his hands up and down her spine. She screamed in pain under his weight, blood emerging from her mouth as she bit her tongue trying to squirm free. Jason mercilessly ripped her shirt upwards, exposing her bruised back entirely. He continued to push her torso down onto the bed as she coughed up more blood. She became limp again, unable to put up a fight against him. She made no noise at all as Jason picked up the scalpel from the bed again. He calmly cut into her back, drawing four almost perfectly straight lines. "How about a game of noughts and crosses?" He asked Christopher, whose head hung low, close to his lap.
"Just leave her! Fucking leave her alone! I don't care if you kill me, but please, please leave Stacey out of this!" He begged, blood seeping through the gauze on his leg again as his blood pressure went up. Jason rolled her over roughly, leaving her torso bare until she pulled her shirt back down herself. He stared at Stacey, smiling at her eyes. Her expression remained blank as she returned the eye contact. 
"She has such beautiful eyes. Wouldn't you say, Christopher?"
"What are you-" He began but choked on his words as Jason used the four fingers on each of his hands to hold her head steady, his fingers behind her head, cradling it. He then swiftly pushed his thumbs onto her now closed eyes. She opened her mouth, screaming silently as though she had no sound left inside her. Thick streams of blood ran across her cheeks as he continued pressing onto her eyelids. There was a satisfying release of pressure he felt under his thumbs before he stopped. Her head rocked bacwards as she fainted from the pain and shock. Her entire face was covered in blood and sweat. Jason exhaled for the longest time, groaning sexually as he did so.
"Such a deep colour..." He smiled to himself. Christopher vomited onto his legs, unable to move enough for it to land anywhere else. Jason took the duct tape out of his pocket and covered Stacey's useless eyes with it, winding the brown tape around the top half of her head from the forehead to the nose. He used the scalpel to pierce holes over her nostrils so she could breathe easier. Christopher couldn't speak.
***
After an unmeasurable amount of time, Stacey awoke, mumbling to herself madly. 
"I... I can't see. I'm blind..." She said the same sentences over and over again. Jason climbed onto Christopher again, smiling. He mouthed to Christopher that they were gonna play a game with Stacey. Christopher groaned in protest, unable to form words any more. Stacey threw her head from side to side, breathing shallowly. Christopher shook his head, still saying nothing. Jason tilted his head to one side, confused.
"Did I ruin the game?" Jason sounded close to tears. Christopher nodded, crying silently.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break you. I..." Tears welled up in Jason's eyes. "I just wanted to get to the bitch through you. I wanted you to love me, see? See?!" He grabbed Christopher's hand as blood from the leg wound sank deep into the mattress. "Don't die! Chris! I love you!" Jason shook him violently by the shoulders as his eyelids fell shut. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! This is all your fault!" He whirled round to Stacey, who kept speaking regardless. "If you weren't even in the picture, I wouldn't have had to punish him like this! You'd still be able to see! It's you! You!" He scrambled across the bed to her, ripping the tape from her face as she shouted in pain. Her eyes were still moving rapidly, and the lids were slightly open so you could get a glimpse of red under the sockets. Jason roughly pulled her lids upwards, staring at her pupils as they clunkily dialted. They stopped halfway, one pupil staying slightly bigger than the other. The whites of her eyes had been stained red, and the blood around her eyes had begun to dry, forming a scabby layer under her eyelashes. She reached out a hand to touch Jason. He began to recoil, screaming like an infant. She caught him as he became flustered, holding his face gently  with both hands, one on each cheek.
"I forgive you. I know you had a hard life... I don't think anyone could have lived through what you had to. I'm sorry that...", She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry that you turned out this way... Taro..." 
"Don't call me that! Only Chris calls me that!"
"What happened to him? I can't hear him moving..." She remained calm as if she were dealing with a child having a tantrum.
"I... Don't know. I think he's passed out. He's losing a lot of blood from that gash on his leg..." Stacey heard him become upset again. She smiled.
"You're a massive red blur, covered in his blood. A dot. A speck." She winced as her salty tears entered the wounds on her eyes. She sat herself up, not moving her hands from his cheeks.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Jason was crying properly now.
"Because someone has to. An eternity in hell is all you have waiting for you." She carefully moved her hand beside her, feeling around. Eventually, she felt the blade next to her fingers and picked it up silently as she felt his weight fall onto her shoulders. She gripped the scalpel in her hand as he sobbed, his head over her shoulder. In one swift move, she used one hand to hold his head away from hers, and brought the blade across his neck. She smelt the metallic blood as it gushed from his throat. He silently slumped down in front of her, dead. She exhaled jaggedly. "I guess I'm going to hell too, now." She smiled falsely to herself, fumbling for Christopher. He groaned as she made contact with his uninjured foot. 
"St-Stace?" His voice became clearer and when she replied, he laughed in relief and anxiety.
"Are you gonna live? You feel alright?"
"Just... Amazingly drowsy."
"That's the loss of blood. Hold on, I'll find the phone. Everything looks like it's underwater..." Christopher guided her hands to the phone by the bedside. 
"Where's Taro?"
"I..." Stacey's voice broke as she handed Christopher the receiver. He dialled the emergency number as he waited for Stacey's answer. 

 


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