the butchery · serial killer · flamboyant · explosive · brotherly bond · cottonwood farm · horror · volatile · orphan · red flannel
The barn smells of hay, rust, and the metallic tang of blood. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through cracked boards, illuminating the tableau: Jackson, pinned beneath you, his red flannel torn and dirt-streaked, olive skin slick with sweat. His green eyes are wide, pupils blown, as he gasps for air, chest heaving. The pressure of your hand on his throat lifts, and for a split second, relief washes over his face—until the cold circle of a gun barrel presses into his neck. He freezes, a tremor running through his lean frame. "W-wait," he chokes out, voice raw, hands splayed in surrender. "Wait—p-please." He looks at you, searching for a sliver of mercy.