Watch Me Bleed to Death and Laugh

Summary: Sanity dribbled away and he didn’t even know it…

Note: One shot; won’t explain it correctly even if I tried… too tired… don’t want to write anymore… even if some of it is incorrect…

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He sat there rocking back and fourth, cradling her dead body. Her blood was on him, staining his gray and black uniform a dark crimson; it was just now stopping its flow from the lacerations and gun shot wounds that were inflicted upon her partially nude body.

Her face was still, brown eyes still staring.

In the darkness of the depths of the laboratories of Hell, Issakk wept over his wife’s dead body.

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It had been three days.

The body lay crumpled in the corner, covered up by blankets so that he couldn’t see it.

Issakk made sure he remained in the opposite corner of the room. The only sign that the body had been moved was the blood smears on the floor that lead to where it was now. And there they sat in their respective corners of his laboratory.

His stomach made a growl, begging for food.

Blue eyes kept on his hands. They were still stained with blood.

The smell gave him a headache.

He couldn’t cry anymore

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Fifth day.

He crawled over to the body and uncovered it for the first time since it was covered

He gagged at the sight of it.

As quickly as possible he covered it back up. He figured he would have vomited if he had any form of food in his stomach.

His blue eyes wandered around the darkened lab, the only light coming from a computer screen saver and a weak over head desk lamp.

It was just enough light to shed on the stainless steel door that lead to the cold storage room.

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Seven days, he still counted. Seven days added up to a week.

Happiness had been snatched away from him. Sorrow he didn’t feel anymore. He could feel little anymore.

Cold.

His mother, Lydia had come to him, asking about what had happened. She sounded shocked. Amusement danced in her cruel eyes though.

He emotionlessly told her.

She laughed as she walked away.

He wanted to kill her.

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Eleventh day. He struggled to work in the labs. Lydia wanted him back to work. And what Lydia said was command, so he was forced to follow.

No pity was found within the white walls and the cold stainless steel.

One of his mother’s favorite co workers, Bryant, asked Issakk what it was like to have his wife and child brutally killed.

Painful reminder that Ammara was with child. Their child. Her daughter, his baby girl…

Two hours later Bryant was dead.

Issakk whistled a cheery song as he walked down the dorm hallway, sliding the key card that granted him access to the area back into his uniforms pants pocket.

The ammunition chamber to the handgun that he carried at his hip was still hot.

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Issakk peered into the cold storage room.

The mass of blankets hadn’t moved.

He wandered inside, standing in front of it. Then he knelt down and uncovered her face. She looked like she was sleeping.

Yes… sleeping…

He attempted a smile and leaned in and gave her frozen lips a kiss.

That day he left her face uncovered.

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He had stopped counting days. It was somewhere in the second and a half week he figured.

Lydia had found out about his “mistake”.

The deep gash over his right eye still hurt even though the surgical knife had sliced across it several hours ago.

He barely made it back to his personal lab and barely made it through the door.

That night he bled to sleep, leaning against the door to the cold storage.

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Issakk woke up and wearily opened the cold storage.

Ammara seemed to smile at him. If her eyes were open, she could have been laughing at him in her gaze.

A trail of blood from his eye followed him. He couldn’t open it any more.

He tilted his head so he could see her.

And Issakk smiled.

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The wound over his right eye was throbbing, blood crusting up over the gash that went from right above his brow straight down to the middle of his cheek.

A once blue, now graying eye gave an emotionless look at the partially frozen mass of flesh that laid out on the operation table. Blood wasn’t flowing freely, but it still stained his bare hands as he had dug around to try and find his baby girl.

His blonde hair was caked with his blood.

Issakk had gotten upset and angry at the same time in the process of cutting Ammara’s precious flesh. Now Issakk just looked at it with a loving look on his face. She was still beautiful, always beautiful.

Somewhere he knew this was wrong.

He didn’t care.

The abdomen was torn open, the surgical devices used to do it laying about on the table. With a smile he burrowed through the organs, trying to find the little form inside of the mother. He knew where to look, years of being a scientist told him what to do. It was programmed into him, drilled into him.

Luckily it let him bring his family together.

“Silly little girl.” He said absently.

The fetus was tiny. Some of it was missing, eaten away by Ammara’s body. But she was still beautiful.

Issakk cradled the tiny thing as he sat there, guarding it like the father he was. She was barely attached to her mother.

“We’re a family now.”

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Mother came to see him.

She saw Ammara. She saw baby Emma. She saw him.

That was when he learned it had been only four weeks.

Lydia’s laughter still scared him.

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He sighed as he leaned back in the rolling chair, lacing his fingers together and placing his hands on his chest.

Blood was on his fingers, dripping on his uniform.

Ammara was warm again. He had to be careful though… her body was beginning to decay.

Maybe she needed more blood for her body, maybe she needed new flesh all together. Maybe Lydia would bring him another present so that he could use it to keep Ammara longer.

She was back in the freezer, all bundled up.

All beautiful.

Emma was next to her.

Issakk smiled again, slowly beginning to spin in the chair. Round and round he went, raising his legs slightly so that he could continue going around. He was becoming slightly dizzy in the process.

But what part of the world wasn’t dizzy now?

They were his family and he loved them both.

He stopped spinning and sat there, closing his good eye.

He began to hum happily.