you! you! you are the monster in their nightmares, will be for the rest of their living days no matter how thin and fragile those may be. it's you it will always always be you
Will stayed where he was, both hands firmly on the bayonet, and glared. Even when Russell whispered words that pinged awful dark times in his memory he never wanted to recall, he didn't move. The thrill of a victory, or at least a success, was heavy in his nerves. The faint scent of blood - because the man he'd hit hadn't gone down without a scratch - sang in the air.
this is how it should be
"Start looking," he instructed Russell, without answering the question. "If they locked the door they have something in here. Get it and we'll leave." He waited for the kid to get moving before he approached the closer man, who was still caught between fear and bravado. He noticed that there was, in fact, a knife in his hand, more a shiv than anything else, but he was quick to snatch it away in case whatever spell was being cast broke.