For nearly an hour, he’d sat there. Gazing off into the distance, starting to shiver. The thin cotton of the pyjamas soaked in blood, pooling around him. Vaguely aware of the dulled ache in his own body, a sharp jolt with every unintentional shift of his arms. A little bit of warmth runs down when it happens, before joining the rest to cool on the kitchen tile. It wasn’t even an accident. Over thirty times, tearing into each wound with his fingers. Smashing the base of the statue right into Cody’s jaw until it snapped away, refusing to stop until it shattered. It would’ve been kinder to throw him into a meat grinder.
Something warm rests in his lap, oozing out of the slit stomach and over his knees. Loosely grasped in Donovan’s hand is the trophy, broken and misshapen and draped with bloodied remains.
A creaking door shudders in the wind, the unlocked front door with the keys still stuck in the lock. Waking him up from his distant state, remembering that there’s still someone, technically a body, lying on the floor. Donovan’s fingers slip over his phone, pressing every wrong button until he finds his newest contact. Maybe he’d help.
For a long time, he sits on the other end of the line. Panicked, gasping breaths through tears. “Yancy? Yancy, I’ve done something, something real bad,” he screams, wailing into the speaker like a tormented spirit.
Yancy isn't a light sleeper, but he always wakes up to his phone. He never knows when he's going to get a call about shit going sideways, as much of a rarity as it is. But being woken up by the special ringtone he has for Donovan has his eyes opening instantly.
Reaching for the nightstand, he presses the green button and holds the phone to his ear. "Hello-"
He's immediately met with screaming, and a cold stone drops to his gut as he quickly sits up. He wouldn't have even known it was Donovan if it hadn't been for the distinct ringtone. His voice is that distraught. "Donovan? Where are you?"
He's throwing on whatever clothes he grabs, his mind racing through worse case scenarios. If anyone laid a fucking finger on his little faun...
