He clenched his outstretched hand around the severed lips, recalling the lurid scene from which they had come. The blood that likely still slunk from step to step ... the pearly white, up-rolled eyeballs....
Mouth opening ever so slightly, she was overcome with another bout of queasiness and shot to her side, heaving up another revolting mess of warm, thick blood. The makeshift bed she was lying on was somewhat comforting despite the full scale of her symptoms.
As he moved her he saw a small trickle of blood run out of the side of her mouth and he brushed it away quickly with his gloved hand. He pulled her coat round to cover her up, to keep her warm, and then he saw it.
She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.
So I walked over there and said I hope you feel bad that you did that to Rufus. She said “It's not my fault it ended like this. Next time tell him not to try to rape me and he would have died like this. I didn't save him my whole life just to kill him or else I would have done over a few years ago. So I'm sorry it ended like this just forgive me.” I took a breath and wiped a tear that was rolling down my face and walked away.
in so much as she has taken on the body of an innocent teenage boy
Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.