“What’s that?” his b***h asked.
“What’s what?” the geek asked, and as he was turning around, Brimstone smashed him in the nose. He crumpled in a ball, blood spewing out into the snow.
“Brimstone!” Topher yelled. Brimstone slashed at him, but he was too excited and the knife went wide. “What are you doing?”
Brimstone launched himself forward and tackled him. Topher pushed his hand up into Brimstone’s chin, scratched at his eyes. He tried to punch him, but Brimstone knocked his arms aside easily, purposefully not using the knife. No, no. He wanted to see the fear in his queer little eyes when he slit his throat, wanted to see them widen as his blood leaked out, watch his hands try to cover the hole. So he struck him first with the back of his hand, then he picked his head up by the hair a
