“He should have listened to you,” said the voice. “The road he now walks...”
“Yeah, I know. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about it. Guy’s a piece of crap.”
“So are you.”
“Did I ask for commentary?”
Edward turned back and looked at Jane on the floor. She would die without help, but Edward had no idea where they were or where Jane was taking them, and from the looks of it, they’d driven to somewhere pretty remote. He didn’t particularly want to see her dead. She was a good egg in a bad position, and she’d saved his life in that fight on Titan. He owed her for that, and if he let her die right here instead of saving her in return, he didn’t think he could live with himself.
Edward sighed to himself, approached Jane, and started rooting around in her pockets for any kind of communication device. Nothing. She’d taken his away when she’d “caught” him. “What do I do here?” he asked out loud.
“Are you asking me to help? You know I need something in return if you ask me for something beyond the terms of our existing agreement.”
Edward groaned. “What do you want?”
“Hmm. A Hand? Her hand.”
“Too much.”
“Yes, it is, but she’ll die otherwise.”
Edward rubbed at his face. This whole thing was too much. He needed Jane alive for more than his altruistic reasons. She knew where Oren was. She was taking Edward right to him before this whole episode. If he saved her, she might be willing to share the information, but he doubted that would be the case if he took her hand away.
“How about a finger?” he asked out loud.
“Ooh. In the mood to bargain are we? All the fingers on one hand.”
“No! I might as well take the whole hand at that point. Two fingers.”
The voice remained quiet while it considered its position. The pause lasted a good thirty seconds. “Agreed, but I choose the fingers.”
“Okay, done.” Edward sat down onto his rear, took Jane’s left hand in his own and lifted it. “Which one first?”
“Pinky please,” said the voice. Edward grabbed the hand firmly between his own, and lifted it towards his mouth. He pushed the little finger in up to the knuckle and bit down hard, his teeth pressing deep into the flesh. Jane thankfully didn’t stir as he chewed through the flesh and bone where the joint met. The process took a few seconds, Jane’s blood pumping erratically into his mouth and throat, and dripping down his chin and shirt. He effortlessly swallowed the finger whole.
“Tasty.”
“Okay,” said Edward. “Which finger next?”
“Pinky please.”
***
Once Edward was done mutilating both of Jane’s hands, the voice indicated that he needed something sharp to get the job done. Jane had taken back her shimmer blade when she’d accosted him, and it was this that he drew from her belt. “So?”
“Stab her in the heart.”
“What?”
The voice laughed for a long time in his head. “Oh, Eddie, you’re too easy. Just cut your hand and feed her the blood. Honestly.”
Edward did as he was told, drawing the blade across his palm, using his fingers to part her lips, and dripping the blood into her throat. He winced as he executed the process. “How much blood does she need?” he asked, but as he did, she screamed and sat bolt upright, nearly head butting him in the process, before throwing up a pink tinged fluid all over the road. When that was done, she fell back to her rear, and raised her hands up to her face.
“What the fuck, Eddie?”
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