Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30692970-20170111141826

So this an older sort of thing I collabed on. Don't know if it'll really fit on this site, but whatevs. My friend has been bugging me to post something, so here it is.

Collabed with Rhyvee some time last year before we joined this site. --- "Please, no," the small man screamed as I drove the drill through the bone of his hand, a thin spray of red liquid splattering the plastic I used to cover the room, defending it from bloodstains.

"Listen, Jake," I told him. "I told you plenty of times not to make an enemy out of me. It's not my fault you crossed the line two miles back, dear friend."

He screamed the entire time I was spinning the bit in his hand. I finally decided it was enough when the light in his eyes started to fade. I pulled it out, him screaming as if it hurt more than putting it in.

"Oh, shut up you little runt."

"Please, stop. I can't do it anymore," he informed me, tears flowing down his cheek. His face was sprayed with blood. He continued to beg until I finally decided I'd had enough.

"If only I could, but you know what happens to rats, don't you?" I walked over to the table and replaced the drill, now picking up a barbed dagger. "They get trapped."

He looked at me, scared and helpless, his pleading eyes staring into me.

"I'm not really a religious man, Jake, but if I were you right now, I'd be praying."

"Please, listen, Jon... I'm sorry, but I had to do it, they... they would've put me in prison, and I-"

"You must've been practicing that little excuse the whole time you worthless piece of trash. Talking with the commissioner, hoping I wouldn't find out until they caught me. Tsk-tsk, Jakey boy," I chuckled, walking up to him.

"Jon, it's me, Jake," he told me, as if I didn't already know what he was going to say. "I'm the one who taught you all you know. I'm the guy who started you into this whole thing."

"Yet look what you've done to yourself. I find that the cons outweigh the pros of this." I put the dagger to his jaw.

"I thought you were done with this, this entire thing back years ago," he told me, his voice wavering. "I thought you told me that you were out."

"That was then, dear little Jake. This is what I've been waiting for for all these years. The bloodlust of a mentally unstable horrorshow can't be quenched, Jake. You of all people should know that the best with what you did to Rich." I let the blade dig into his throat a bit, a small trail of blood leaking out. "This is the Return, Jake. And you're the first victim. You should feel honored that I'm giving you such an opportunity. Now shut up and let me finish you off you tired old runt. You are of no use to anyone anymore, so it seems I'm doing everyone a nice favor by disposing you," I sneered.

I pushed the knife in further, the small trail becoming a river. His usual shrieks becoming garbled bloodspraying.

I was back in the saddle.

Criticism is welcome and requested. Note this was written when we actually didn't a bit of talent, so... This probably was really sucky. 