It is very sharp, and draws blood very easily. He grabs his shoulder on reflex, and jumps back out of reach. But he keeps his feet, and just stands there for a moment, breathing hard and watching the thing.

'Is that all you can say?'

It's thick as two short planks, isn't it. The realisation makes his heart fall with a thump, because how can you reason with a kidnapper that's already got what it wants, and seems to be enjoying keeping its mouth shut.

But if it thinks they belong to it...maybe they aren't dead. Maybe they're being kept, like possessions. He looks around wildly, through the rain, searching out any sign of where the thing might have been going.

He shouldn't have stopped it. He knew it, and did it anyway. Christ, he really is a stupid kid.