LKH-AB: One Is The Loneliest Number Title: One Is The Loneliest Number Fandom: LKH: AB Warnings: It has gore. You have been warned, yo. Spoilers: up to CS, but vague Disclaimers: LKH owns the world and the characters; the drabble is mine.
The mess at his feet barely resembled a body. Broken bones jutted out of a swamp of blood and meat, tatters of flesh hanging from them like flags of surrender; entrails snaked out of the pulpy mess like slain tentacles. Ignoring the stench, Edward bent down to retrieve the gun he'd given to Anita as a gift, making a mental note to have it disinfected.
'Well, Blake,' the assassin sighed, stepping out of the blood and wiping his boots clean, 'I hope it was good for you, because you were lousy. Sloppy, fumbling, and done far too quick. So easy.' His job complete, Death went to collect his cheque, eager to seek out more challenging prey.