Silently, I moved toward him, hands wrapped around the finger loops of the scissors. Blades pointed in his direction.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
I rushed at him but he turned around at the last moment and threw himself to his feet.
I lunged, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it right before I could plunge the scissors into his throat.
"Now, now, Miss St. James, is that any way to treat your host?" He clicked his tongue.
Since the answer was a definite yes, I raised my knee and jammed it into his groin.
He let out a muffled cry and let go of my wrist, dropping his hands to cover his delicate, and apparently painful, junk.
I drew my arm back and jammed the scissors into his jugular with everything I had. It was too blunt to slide in nicely. I had toforce it in, pushing and shoving until it was nice and deep, blood squirting out and coating my fingers.
"Harlow!"
That was Cass' voice, calling out my name as he hurtled down the stairs so fast he almost lost his footing and face planted on the concrete floor.
Boner grabbed him at the last minute, holding him up while they both stepped off the stairs. Archer and Jules were right behind.
"You're just in time," I told them. "I was just dealing with our friend Hypnos here."
"Can we help?" Boner held up one of my kitchen knives.
"I guess he could use a few more holes." I yanked back the scissors.
Hypnos' eyes widened. He clutched at his throat, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood.
Grinning, Boner stepped up behind him and drove the knife into his back, not enough to kill him quicker, but enough to hurt like a motherfucker.
Archer was right beside him, doing the same thing on the opposite side of his back.
Cass closed his eyes and turned his face before, poking his knife roughly in the direction of Hypnos' ribs. He made a face as it scraped against bone, the sound audible throughout the basement.
Grimacing, he dropped the knife and shook his hand.
"Good job," Boner told him, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah." Cass looked like he might be sick.
Hypnos started to crumple, falling to the floor with the two knives sticking out of him. He landed with a thunk. Writhed a few times before lying still.
Jules shrugged and leaned over to stab his knife into Hypnos' left ass cheek. It wobbled back and forth when he let it go.
He straightened up and stood back. "I figured I should get in on the fun."
"I wish I thought of that," Boner said, looking at him appreciatively.
"You're already a pain in the ass," Jules told him, but he was actually smiling.
Boner grinned back and flipped him off with both middle fingers. "Love you too, bro."
“So, this was Hypnos?" Archer asked.
