Daron and Jesse slept peacefully while being watched over in pensive study. The difference was that in this night, there was wine served with the Christmas meal, and alcohol wasn't consumed by either of the men since they had arrived here in October. Whitney assumed from Daron's age and physique that he would be more susceptible to the drink than he would be, and his suspicion seemed to be holding true at the present moment. He gingerly crept over to where Daron was sleeping and clapped loudly once by his face. He responded by snoring more loudly.
Whitney decided that the child would be first. He would be easier to suppress and subdue. All he'd have to do is smother over the body and apply pressure to the neck. Put him to sleep. That done, there would be one less obstacle against him for his plan. With each step towards Jesse he curled his bare feet against the hardened dirt and concentrated on being silent. He took position at Jesse's feet and knelt before them, and paused a few moments to collect his focus. This was the time he was waiting for. This was it. This was the first of the last obstacles to overcome before he'd be free.
Jesse suddenly stirred and mumbled a moan in his sleep, but eventually shifted his body to slouch to the side and resumed his slumber. This was the time. This was the time he wanted. Whitney moved his legs behind him to kneel with his feet pressed to the ground so that he could pounce upon Jesse as he slept. In a blink, he launched and landed upon him. Before Jesse could wake to respond, Whitney wrapped his hands around Jesse's neck and leaned his torso forward to pin Jesse's arms down with his elbows. Whitney also dug his kneecaps into Jesse's thighs. Jesse shook his body violently but did little to shift Whitney out of position. He flailed his arms but was unable to grab at anything. He started to groan loudly, screamed against his vocal chords but made no sound louder than a coarse hum. Jesse's eyes seemed to pop out from his head, against which Whitney glared without blinking. Jesse kept trying to flail and scream, and his peals were quickly losing duration and strength. Finally, Jesse managed to wiggle a leg free and thrust it into the center of Whitney's crotch. The impact caused him to roll off and lose grip, which gave Jesse a chance to take in a breath and cough violently as he gasped for air.
The sudden noise caused Daron to wake, but he was still slowed by the alcohol consumed earlier and didn't understand the commotion which was nearby but he couldn't see in the darkness.
"What's going on?" Daron called out to the room.
"Choke!" Jesse said the word in a sickly creak through heaps of coughing from the bottom of his lungs.
Daron roused himself to his feet and made a quick hobble over to Jesse's direction, but only made it halfway across the room before he was tackled and punched in the face when he was on the ground. The impact stunned him and he laid on the ground in a daze as the body quickly rolled off of him and walked back to Jesse. The child screamed out as he was smothered again. Daron felt at the side of the log wall for the empty wine bottle and grasped at the air wildly until he knocked it over to the ground. He took the bottle into his hand and quickly rolled himself upright. With a scream, Daron dove towards the noise and dashed to the lump of bodies. He smothered himself over both of them and felt for the neck of the person underneath him. His fingers found the collarbone. Daron wound the bottle back and struck it down to hit the back of the head. The glass shattered and left him holding the broken neck of the bottle. The impact caused Whitney to roll of off Jesse again, but Daron didn't lose his sense of touch to Whitney's neck. When he hit his back to the ground, Daron knelt over his body and shoved the broken wine bottle into the flesh by his fingertips. Within seconds he felt liquid pour over his hands as he plunged the glass into unseen flesh. Whitney gurgled a scream as the glass cut into the veins of his neck. Daron continued to grind the glass into the neck until he could press the tips of the fingers holding the glass against Whitney's blood soaked flesh. Whitney writhed and moaned in agony. Daron clenched his eyes shut and ground his teeth together as he struggled to keep the glass impaled into Whitney's body. The flailing diminished in moments until it gradually came to an end. Jesse continued to cough coarsely and sit upright in his bedding. As the adrenaline receded from his blood and the smell of blood and excrement filled the air, Daron reeled and turned to the side to vomit. He continued to heave dryly for several minute after he emptied the contents of his stomach to the ground.
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