Q grabbed a nearby knife and held it towards Sal. Whatever he saw, it must have freaked him out. Sal, however, didn't see anything. He was too busy catching his breath. Moving slowly behind Sal, Q roughly grabbed him and forced him to the side. Sal tried to push him away, but he was too weak.
"Stay over there," Q ordered.
Lifting the knife in his hand, Q jabbed it towards something in the sink. He missed, however, and ended up scraping his weapon against the hard metal sink. The action created an irritating noise and sent Q recoiling in response. The noise noise ran in his ears and caused a mild headache. Ignoring his pain, Q tried array to murder whatever was in his sink.
"Hold still you little fuck."
Again and again Q tried to hit his target. And again and again did he miss. Becoming fed up, Q placed his knife on the counter, grabbed the sides of his sink, and fired out his tentacle like tongue. He allowed his unholy organ to wrap tightly around his enemy and lift it high into the air.
"Well well well," Q chuckled. "What do we have here?"
Q tightened his grip on the creature in his grasp and brought it closer to his face. His eyes went wide as he examined the humanoid figure he was looking at. Turning around, Q noticed that Sal was missing. However, the sickening sound of some losing their lunch led Q right to him.
"Sal!" Q called, quickly hurrying to the stairs. "Are you alright?"
Sal couldn't speak. His body was now rejecting any water that Sal had and forcing him to throw it all up. Q banged hard on his bathroom door, which had been locked, and tried to force it open. Sal continued coughing and spitting up anything he had left in his system until his body couldn't take it anymore. With one final cough, Sal blacked out just as Q got the door open.
"Oh my God."
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Impractically Broken
HorrorI've had this idea in my head for a while now, so why not write it down. [I NEED TO STOP WRITING NEW STORIES]
