The half-Vulcan (though the other half, the human half, the merciful half, was being suffocated with each passing moment) knelt closer, lowering his lips to the wound, and a hot tongue darted out to lick the blood from his skin.
His andrenaline was rushing as hot as it could through his body and the blood-fever Spock was feeding into him and making it even worse. He turned, just barely, and brought his other hand up to his bleeding arm. His fingertip swirled in the dripping crimson, and carefully drew out what would be a familiar marking to them both on Spock's cheek. A straight line, a curved one, and an angular one that made almost an R without any of its parts touching, then a cresent shape around the deranged R. Christopher Richard Pike, the initials, done in a cattle-brand style.
"Take care of him." In a deceptively calm tone.
Spock exhaled again, with that same low growl. He withdrew from Pike, standing and walking over to the temporarily unconscious body on the ground.
When the assassin finally woke up, Spock ensured that he would not have to chase his prey around the room; two tibias broke cleanly under his heel. Then he reached down, grabbed between the shoulder and the elbow, and a clean snap echoed throughout the room.
It took less then twenty bones for the man to finally stop screaming.
It would take more then twenty hours for the man to finally die, staked up against the door as a warning against future assassins.
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Date: 2009-08-15 02:29 am (UTC)His andrenaline was rushing as hot as it could through his body and the blood-fever Spock was feeding into him and making it even worse. He turned, just barely, and brought his other hand up to his bleeding arm. His fingertip swirled in the dripping crimson, and carefully drew out what would be a familiar marking to them both on Spock's cheek. A straight line, a curved one, and an angular one that made almost an R without any of its parts touching, then a cresent shape around the deranged R. Christopher Richard Pike, the initials, done in a cattle-brand style.
"Take care of him." In a deceptively calm tone.
Spock exhaled again, with that same low growl. He withdrew from Pike, standing and walking over to the temporarily unconscious body on the ground.
When the assassin finally woke up, Spock ensured that he would not have to chase his prey around the room; two tibias broke cleanly under his heel. Then he reached down, grabbed between the shoulder and the elbow, and a clean snap echoed throughout the room.
It took less then twenty bones for the man to finally stop screaming.
It would take more then twenty hours for the man to finally die, staked up against the door as a warning against future assassins.