Rating/Warning: R because wow this is super graphic. Grossly detailed wounds and blood and sharp objects. You have been warned.
Summary:
'Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?'
A/N: I'm sorry not really. This one is ridiculously bloody and graphic and I'm sorry to everyone who do not like gorey things :c But, as far as I am concerned, this will be the only completely graphic thing for ImmortalFox ABC's. Again, sorry for the graphicness and such, but I am actually quite proud of this one. Anyways, get on with it and enjoy~!
"Three blind mice, three blind mice," Sly sings lowly behind Aleks, pupils turned to slits as they darted back and forth. He was twitching, the smile upon his lips sometimes pulling back to reveal perfectly straight and frighteningly white teeth.
Aleks ignored the Hispanic behind him, favoring for his own look about. He scanned the dark trees, hoping to catch sight of the three people he had seen before. His fingers tightened and loosened around the carving knife handle.
Sly let's out a low growl-even when the smile didn't disappear - and he places a bloody hand on Aleks' shoulder. With his free hand, he points towards a particular patch of foliage. Squinting against the darkness, Aleks could see the faint rustle of the bushes but that could have easily been the wind.
"See how they run, see how they run," Sly chants, shaking Aleks' shoulders with emphasis on some of the syllables of his words. Aleks takes a slow and silent step towards the bush, Sly mirroring his step. The bush stills, but Aleks could plainly hear the sharp intake of air.
Eyes widening with glee and an insane look overtaking his features, Aleks calls out, "Come out, little blind mice. You can't hide for shit!" Sly's smile widens, pleased that Aleks had adopted his choice of words for the three in the bushes.
It it silent, but then a person is launching themselves from the bush at Aleks. Sly with lightning quick reflexes, casually dances away and out of the line of frantic knife flailing. He twirls on his heels before pausing a little bit aways in the shadows where no one would be able to see him. He carefully watches the scene, eyes flashing a dangerous red and the smile turns plain.
Aleks has a rather large male on him who is pinning his wrists above his head. Aleks growls at him, his vision tinging crimson with fury as the sudden need to KILL courses through him.
"Off of me you fucking fat ass!" Aleks roars, squirming before elbowing the man in the face. He grunts a pained noise and loosens his grip on Aleks' wrist. Taking the initiative, Aleks wretches the hand with the knife free and makes a stab into the man chest.
It goes down to the sheath in his right shoulder and he groans in pain. Murky brown eyes blink rapidly but they stay focused on the smaller man underneath him. A pained and strained frown is etched on his face. However, running on some miraculous adrenaline strength, the man grasps Aleks' wrists and lifts his whole upper body up before slamming down roughly against the forest floor.
The air is sucked away from Aleks' lips and lungs as he gasps for air. His back aches horribly and Aleks vaguely wonders if his spine is fractured.
But he can only watch with a clearly frustrated scowl as the bulky man yanks out the knife from his chest. The man inhales sharply, his body tensing, before he's raising the sharp utensil over Aleks' head.
He's about to plunge it in before a deliriously shrill voice rings through the air. "They all ran after the farmer's wife!" Both Aleks and the man look towards the voice. Aleks smirks smugly and the man's power wavers as he begins to shiver.
For there, Sly stood, a petite girl clutched by the neck at his side. Her eyes were wide and horribly glistening and her mouth was gagged with a dirty and familiar looking rag to the man. Her face was splattered with blood and it appeared that her usual long blonde hair had been halfheartedly chopped off. Upon further inspection of the insane Puerto Rican, one could see a head clipped to his belt by gnarled and greasy brown hair sprouting from said head.
The head was severed from the body, the neck's flabby skin hanging loosely from the remaining stump of a neck. Blood dripped grossly from the neck and sometimes chunks would drop to the ground with it, splattering the end of Sly's pants. The girl's head was pale, the crimson painting the surface created a great contrast. Where glossy eyes should have been were deep and dark gaping holes. Where tears should have, was the cursed substance that has been used way too many times in this short fic.
The still alive girl let out a strangled whimper and Sly yanked on her neck roughly causing fresh tears to roll by. Sly looks at the man before grinning maliciously.
The deal was obvious.
Slowly, the man got off the man, his strength having been evaporated. On his way up, the carving knife falls with a soft thud near Aleks. Once the man is up and a good foot or two away from the Russian, Sly grins a seemingly more cheerful grin.
One could see through the obvious lie.
"Let her go," the man finally speaks, his voice hoarse and weak. Sly tilts his head before slowly releasing his grip on the girl. His eyes meet Aleks and a message is shared between them.
The girl yanks herself away from Sly and darts towards the man.
However, the remaining locks of her hair become entangled in Sly's reddened fingers and he yanks back. Quickly with a deadly expertise, Sly's hand magically has a butcher knife. In no seconds flat, the butcher knife is pressed to the nape of the neck. Without a second of hesitation, it is roughly pushed through the neck.
The screams turn to gurgled and choked noises, and the red liquid is spraying everywhere. Sly's hands are freshly painted and the bulky man becomes splattered in the blood of a loved one.
His eyes are wide and his fists are trembling as the girl's body falls and Sly stands with the head in his head.
Without much other thought for his surroundings, Sly begins the sick process of carving the eyes out. He coos while he does this, completely ignoring the seething man.
When it is evident that the bulky guy can't take any more shit, he let's out a ferocious noise and starts charging towards Sly. However, he doesn't count for the surprising strength of a certain Russian for he is quickly overpowered and knocked to his side.
Without much other thought, Aleks drives the carving knife into the man's neck. It takes a few good tries and slices, all the while the man still lives in a living hell. But finally, the neck snaps off and the head rolls off. Tears mingle with the red on his cheeks and the life slowly drains out of his eyes.
Sly saunters over and bends over, tilting the head around.
"They all ran after the farmer's wife..." he murmured again, before continuing louder, "Who cut of their tails with a carving knife." And he's diving in to collect the eyes like he did for the other two girls.
Aleks watches quietly, looking over Sly as he worked with precise and delicate motions. The other girls head was awkwardly attached to a belt loop for her hair wasn't as consistent as the other girls.
"The eyes are candy to James," Aleks notes and Sly nods in agreement. "We need to get Spoon out here to help with the bodies." Sly again, nods.
"You're not keeping this one are you?" Sly shakes his head no. He preferred a ladies' head over a mans. Except maybe Aleks. Aleks had a pretty head...
Without further conversation, the eyes are taken and pocketed safely into a pouch. The two of them stand and Sly begins to walk away without another word. Aleks trots a bit to catch up but soon falls into step with the other. Their hands brush before intertwining and Sly swings their hands with a grin. Aleks simply rolls his eyes.
"Did you ever see such a thing in your life," Sly says, continuing to swing their hands. He cocks an eyebrow jokingly, his sing-song voice returning, "As three blind mice?"
Aleks chuckles lowly, "Okay. I know you like old creepy children songs, but talk normally dude."
Sly giggles before gazing ahead.
"I think it gives each kill a little pizazz!" he raises his other hand, the butcher knife gone, and shakes it jazz-hands style.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. We're crazy mother fuckers aren't we?" Aleks says distantly, a hint of fondness coming to his tone.
"Yep!" Sly chirps, popping the P.
And they were on their merry way back to the Creeptures base of operations.
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