Chapter 106: Ch104. Pain as a teacher (28) - Prison
Kurt’s scream echoed through the chamber.
The sound tore through Miles’ mind like a razor, jagged and raw. He wanted to look away, but his body refused to move. His fingers gripped the scythe’s handle, blood still dripping from its blade. Kurt’s blood.
His stomach lurched violently.
Kurt clutched his severed arm, staggering backward, his silver eye blazing with pain and disbelief. His mouth moved, forming words Miles could not hear. The world around them twisted, the edges blurring like ink bleeding into water.
This was not real. It could not be real.
But the scythe in his hands was so solid, so cold and real, and the warmth of Kurt’s blood clinging to his skin.
’No. No, no, no...’
And then, the voice. The laughter – his laughter – stretched, distorted, as if a thousand voices whispered alongside it.
"Poor boy," the voice purred with Miles’ mouth – with his throat – like silk-wrapped steel. His voice, but not his. "Still clinging to that fragile little thing called control. When will you learn and give up for once?"
Miles felt his body move, though he was not the one moving it. The Hatter tilted his head, watching Kurt like a predator inspecting its prey.
Kurt’s breathing was ragged, but his stance did not falter. He pressed his remaining hand against the wound at his shoulder, but his knife was already in his grip.