#some seriously sketchy and inadvisable dangerous diy jobs

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Bigger Fish

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Twenty One

(tw: electrocution, stabbling, knife, blood, dislocation, unintentional self harm, nosebleed, death mention, murder mention, beating, some seriously sketchy and inadvisable dangerous diy jobs (do as Nate says not as Nate does, kids))

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Nate watched as Ethan sauntered to the knives. Since when did this bitch saunter? Level up - he must have been paying attention in class. Not that he really needed to, the guy was a giant. Just standing next to someone made him a threat. Still, he wore the added pomp well.

Nate let his fingers unwind from Elias’ hair enough to ruffle it playfully. “For the record, I don’t blame you for wanting to skip to the blood. I think everyone here appreciates it. No hard feelings.”

He stood, relishing the shiver Elias couldn’t quite cover as Nate trailed his fingertips across his shoulders, heading toward Ethan.

Nate folded his arms, looking over the rack, trying to guess which Ethan would pick. “Aww, are you going for the knives because you know I like them? You’re a sweetheart, thank you.”

Ethan didn’t respond, but his jaw tensed - Nate just knew he was glaring at the wall.

He smirked at that, head tipping to the side to try to crane his neck around. See that grumpy little face of his. “Choose carefully, a knife says a lot about a man.”

Ethan groaned, picking one out - a small one. Sharp. Controlled. Standard switchblade. Metal handle. “They say more to a man.”

Nate’s grin faltered for a moment. “Like what?”

Ethan turned, slowly and deliberately pressing the tip of the blade to the hollow of Nate’s throat. “Like ‘shut the fuck up’.”

And Nate was smirking again. “Funny. Very clever, very nice - but don’t you think you want to use up the good lines on him?” Nate jutted a thumb over his shoulder toward Elias.

Aaaand now the blade pressed in a little closer, not quite enough to break the skin, but enough that Nate could feel each heartbeat press against it. Ethan looked annoyed at best. “You say that like you practice yours in front of the mirror or something.”

“Well only because I’m too damn handsome to stay away from mirrors.”

Those dark eyes bored into him. Trying to tear him apart. Make him flinch. He was hungry, Nate could see it.

But so long as Ethan had bigger fish to fry, Nate was safe.

So he didn’t waver. Didn’t even consider letting the grin drop.

Eventually, the knife slid up his throat and away as Ethan stepped past him toward Elias. Time to fry the Bigger Fish, he guessed. Nate allowed him the slightest touch of control, tipping his head back to avoid the blade’s bite as it flicked past his chin. Keep Ethan happy. Very fun, but becoming a full time job. The balance was hard to strike - even harder to maintain. 

But still.

Fun.

He turned, eyes following Ethan to see what he’d do. Nate started pacing - feet refusing to hold still as he was left on the sidelines to watch as Elias started to tremble. He shoved his hands in his pockets, refusing to fidget.

Why did Ethan get to have all the fun? Nate’s workshop. Nate’s knife. Nate’s plan. Grrrr.

He forced his steps slower, prowling around the kneeling man as Ethan crouched in front of him. Nate’s eyebrows furrowed as Ethan plunged the knife into Elias’ leg. Elias didn’t quite scream. More a grunting wail, really. But. Close enough. They’d loosen up those vocal chords in no time. Seeing him convulse around and away from the knife was good enough for now.

The blood started seeping into his jeans. Slow. Dark. Intoxicating.

Then Ethan just…..stood up??? Stepped away??

Nate raised a brow. “Well at least twist it or something.”

Ethan barely threw a scowl over his shoulder as he approached a shelf of tools nearby.

He selected a car battery, dragging it up and off the shelf.

Ah.

A man with a plan, after all.

Nate chuckled as Elias’ breath caught. Then came a little faster.

His hands started twisting against bruised and bloodied wrists, tugging against the cuffs that locked him to the ground. 

Nate stepped closer behind him, ruffling the man’s hair - scratching away tufts of matted blood. “Aww, don’t like the zappy zappy?”

Elias wrenched his head from Nate’s grip, snarling, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Ooooo, scary.” Nate leaned down next to him, lips at his ear. “Do you think you’ll still have that mouth on you after we get you screaming, or will you be too shy?” He feins a pout.

Pain exploded across his cheekbone and nose, blasting back through his sinuses - pressing and burning hard up under his eyes. 

Nate snapped back, stumbling away as thick, hot blood wound down his nose and dripped over his lips. A few oily drops seeped between his fingers as he stared at it - almost disbelieving. 

Elias just…..headbutted him??

Nate huffed out a half-amused snort. “Well that was stupid.”

Ethan apparently finally caught on. He was grinning at Nate - laughing softly. “No no - you look good like that - I personally think you should be bleeding all the time.”

Nate narrowed his eyes at Ethan, flicking the blood in his direction - a few flecks landing on Ethan’s jeans. “Bitch.”

Ethan’s smile didn’t drop as he turned his attention back to the battery, familiarizing himself with the external dimmer’s controls. 

Nate gave up trying to stop the flow in favor of I-don’t-even-fucking-care-anymore and just letting it stream down over his chin. There was blood on his shirt already, anyway. Whatever.

He barely caught a glimpse of Elias’ ducked smirk before sinking a foot in the man’s side.

Elias sputtered, doubling over and coughing, writhing against the handcuffs to try to protect himself better.

He couldn’t.

Nate hit him again - higher this time. He felt the ribs give way under the force of the kick, cracking in place. Elias was wheezing before the third kick ensured they were fully broken.

Elias was on his side again, gasping. Legs curled and tucked up against his chest as unsteady and shallow breaths shuddered in and out of him. Nate ground a foot against his impaled thigh, leaning down over the shivering man - letting the blood drip slowly across his neck. 

“Was that worth it? Did you have fun?”

“I did,” Ethan chirped from behind him. “That’s the most fun I’ve had in years, actually.”

Nate twisted just enough to send a dead-eyed glare in Ethan’s direction. “Do not make me kill you early - I like you.”

Ethan grins up at him - suddenly somehow looking so much younger than before. “You won’t - you’re having fun, too.”

Nate rolled his eyes, twisting his heel a little deeper into the marred flesh, drawing a wheezing whimper from Elias’ throat before he finally pulled back.

He reached over Ethan, grabbing the jumper cables and ramming his own pocketknife further down Elias’ leg - only a little pleased that he missed any major veins and arteries. He would have been just as pleased if they hadn’t missed the important bits.

He barely even stopped to appreciate the strained, panting grunts that followed as he snapped the clamps into place - one on each blade. The weight of the cables pulled and tugged the knives against muscle, twisting free more space for the blood to flow out and drawing little mewling pants from Elias.

Nate figured he was done being tough now, then.

He cranked the dial on the dimmer up to seven.

Ethan raises an eyebrow at him.

Nate shrugged. “Scale of ten. Made it myself, so there’s no numbers. Set that, then switch turns it on.”

Ethan hums, standing with the dimmer and stepping back. “Alright. Ready, Elias?”

Elias twisted - horrified eyes snapping between the two of them. He stammered, drawing up the words. “B-uh - bu-but what if i-t kills m-e?”

Ethan looked to Nate.

Nate looked to Ethan.

Both shrugged.

Ethan flicked the dimmer up to 10 and slapped the switch on - hungry eyes not leaving Elias.

But Nate…..found himself unable to look away from Ethan. 

Ethan didn’t blink as he watched. Nate could have hit him over the head with a baseball bat, and he wasn’t sure Ethan would have flinched. He was fixated. Wholly transfixed and enthralled as Elias’ screams and gagging, panting breaths filled the room. 

Nothing bothered Ethan anymore.

He was so much bigger than before. Stronger. Harder. Hungry as Elias’ arms wrenched from socket. As his blood spilled onto the floor. As he choked on the blood his teeth drew from his tongue. 

Ethan didn’t waver. He just twisted and danced the dimmer dial back and forth, blindly drawing out the best responses without looking away for a moment.

When it finally ended, Elias was limp on the ground. Either dead or unconscious. Muscles still spasming, but that didn’t mean anything. 

Ethan stepped forward, nudging Elias with the toe of his shoe, drawing out no response.

Nate followed, pressing two fingers to his throat. The pulse was sluggish and thick, but still there.

He gave Ethan a single nod.

Ethan shrugged, pulling the hose from its place on the wall.

“Let’s wake him back up, then. I’m not done.”

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