"No no no no no, now," Eddie raised his voice as she turned. He reached forward to her shoulder and turned her back around. "You were standing outside in that rain all night, you said. Woke up late and stood at the point, across the street, right?"
He took his wounded arm from her shoulder and held it up for display. "So, did it look like the rain kept them away to you? You didn't see anything coming or going that would have done this. A runner. A girl. Anything, Sarah?"
Her escape impeaded, she stared at him hard. "No, I didn't see anything."
Eddie leaned down to her level with mechanical, appraising eyes. He didn't speak for a few seconds.
"Well, let's just hope she doesn't come wandering into my room ever agin, huh? Let's both of us hope that."
"What's that supposed to mean? I allready told you I didn't see anything wierd last night!"
Eddie straightened up and raised an eyebrow. "You know how when something bad happens, and you say 'well let's hope that doesn't happen again'? It was supposed to mean that. Why would it mean anything else?"
"'Let's both of us hope that?!?' Unless I was hearing wrong, that was a threat..."
As soon as the girl puffed up at him, Eddie puffed right back. Bingo. Bing-f*cking-go.
"What'd I tell ya, babydoll?" His arm shot forward and clutched a fistful of her shirt. "I don't make threats!"
In the morning light, in front of everyone, Eddie lifted Sarah off the groun dand whipped her back into the refrigerator. His knife was out and he slashed it across his poorly-stiched wound. Bright blood shot of from his forearm as he pushed up against Sarah and dragged it across her face.
"You want it so f*ckin' bad?!" Eddie screamed, smearing the blood over her mouth. "TAKE IT!!"
She instantly shoved his arm out of her face. With a curse of new anger, she went feral on him, kicking and clawing at every inch of him she could muster. She managed to get a few fingers on the knife hilt, but was struggling to get it free.
Her nails and feet struck at him from all sides, sprinkling glancing blows on his hide as he held her, undeterred. Seeing her tiny hand try and pry his fingers off the knife, he drew his arm back and flung Mona's blade into the carpet. This, he could do alone.
"Ooh, now this does feel familiar!" Eddie grabbed both of Sarah's shoulders, whamming her into the refridgerator over and over until it rocked loose from the barricade.
Even though Sarah was a good fighter before she entered the Cosway crew, she was outclassed. Sarah soon stopped her struggling, her breath going in dry heaves every time she got struck.
As soon as he felt Sarah stopping, he stopped too. He wasn't the sort of man who'd do this (he absolutely was, but liked to believe that he wasn't). He brought the girl back around, away from the refridgerator and back into the middle of the floor, and let her go.
He collected his knife from the slit she'd marked out in the carpet. "Alright, Eddie wants the floor," he rasped to the room.
Sarah coughed several blots of blood to the carpet. It felt like her insides had done loop-da-loos, but she was still alive, however, if her wrist wasn't sprained, Eddie wouldn't have been so lucky.