fic - A Reminder

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I skipped yesterday, didn't I? My apologies - you get two today, then. Here's the first.

“If you ever do anything like that again,” Dash snarled, his eyes wide with fury, “I swear to God, Teller, you’re dead! You got that? Dead!”

Marshall’s heart hammered against his ribs, and every time he took a breath, he could feel the tip of Dash’s knife against his throat. He’d never seen Dash this mad—never. He hadn’t realized just how easy it was to push Dash to the edge, and the result left him senseless with fear.

Probably because when he says he’s gonna kill me, I know he means it.

“Y-you…” he began, but he had to stop and swallow—his mouth had gone totally dry. “Simon. He’d… he’d be pissed, y’know, if you offed me.”

For a minute, Dash just glared at him, but then he flicked the blade shut and turned away. Marshall sighed with relief.

Simon, being Dash’s only real friend, was the trump card that never failed.

“I’m still gonna be the one to finish you,” Dash said, still scowling. Anger was practically rolling off him in waves. “Don’t forget that.”

“How could I? You’re constantly reminding me,” Marshall shot back, unconsciously reaching up and rubbing his neck. To his shock, it was wet. He pulled his hand back and looked at his fingers—they were smeared with blood.

That asshole actually cut me! he thought in disbelief. Dash, spotting the cut, smirked.

“Well, there’s another reminder for ya,” he said, and Marshall’s gut clenched, hearing the satisfaction in Dash’s voice.

“God, Dash, you’ve really lost it, haven’t you?”

Dash chuckled. “Gosh, thanks, Marshall. I hadn’t noticed.”