Jaumet clenched his fingernails into his palm and tried not to track the pain spell as it fell again and again on his best friend’s back. Every time it struck, Randell clenched his teeth and tried not to scream.
And every time, Jaumet had to mirror his reaction.
He wanted it to be over, but the girl’s words had gotten to him. What kind of friend was he if he didn’t stay? How could he live with himself?
The stony eyes around him echoed with an undoubtable sense of he deserves it of I
never really liked him anyway of he doesn’t deserve to be here. His fists were clenched and his fingertips numb.
Did Randell really deserve this? He didn’t mean to hurt anyone, did he? In the air was the unmistakable scent of blood.
Jaumet snapped his head to where Randell was being tortured. The spells had broken skin. He bit his lip as if somehow that would make things better.
Stop, he screamed with his teeth, with his nails and with every fiber of his being.
But they wouldn’t stop until Randell was bleeding from three separate locations.
They wouldn’t stop until they had ridded him of dignity and acceptance and of most of his friends.
Well Jaumet wouldn’t be like that. Jaumet would stay.
Nihilistic Porcupine 