Nothing Left to Say

((They're back at the bunker. Tony is alone in the kitchen, eating a sandwich, I imagine.))

((Coolio, so should I enter there?))

((Yep!))

"Well well well, what do we have here?" I walked into the kitchen, finding Tony making food for himself.

Tony: "Uh, a sandwich?" I held up my plate.

((So is it ok to do the thing?)) "Well I can see that." I mumbled, my cheerful mood quickly fading away.

((Yeah.))

"Listen, I was just hit with a meat tenderizer and healed by an angel. What do you want?" I asked, walking over to the table and setting my plate down.

"Oh a meat tenderizer, that must hurt." I said sarcastically, a small smirk forming on my lips."There are things that would hurt worse than that, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," I muttered, waving him off as I went to the fridge. I looked through it.

Another urge came over me, one that I couldn't hold back or deny. I needed his blood. "Example one." I whispered and took a few steps over so I was just behind him. I straightened my arm and hand and prepared myself.

I pushed the milk to the side. "Hey, how long has it been since you've actually hurt someone for no reason? You should get an award or something for it."

"Yes, it feels like ages." I felt a wide grin grow on my face. "But the only thing that held me back isn't with me at the moment." My voice faded slightly at the end of the sentence as I thought of Daniel. The urge immediately pushed him out of my mind and my arm plunged forward into the side of Tony's lower back, blood spattering on my face.

I didn't know what happened. One moment, I was reaching for pickles, then the next, I felt a searing pain in my back.

I ripped my hand out of Tony's open wound making more blood spatter on my face. I could help but throw my head back and let out a maniacal wave of laughter.

I slumped forward and hit my head on the shelves. I started losing consiousness quickly.

My laughter stopped as I reached down and rolled Tony onto his back. "Oh what a shame." I whispered, caressing his cheek with my bloody hand.

"Nat..." I muttered before losing consiousness.

I walked into the kitchen ready to tell Asurath some news about my arm, and how I was able to readjust the hinges. That was until I saw him leaning over Tony.
"Asurath!" I yelled.

I sprinted to the kitchen.

Hearing his voice made me jolt back into an upright position. "D-Daniel." I whispered, my eyes slowly moved across the room to find him. The blood drops rolled down my face and my icey eyes were wide.

I ran over an knelt down next to Tony, my eyes went black immediately, "What did you do!?"

I repeated the same thing Nat did as I saw the blood dripping on his face. Everything around him, his clothes, face, hands, and even tony were covered in blood. "What did you do?!"

"Take him to a hospital." I ignored her question and continued to stare at Daniel in a daze. "Before he bleeds too much."

I walked up to him with a steamy glare. I quickly grabbed Asurath's wrist and pulled it up to his face showing him his hand that was covered in blood. "I didn't want to repeat myself, but I guess I have too. What did you do?"

"Get me my fist aid kit!"