screaming loud enough to turn back the wind

Creepy little fic here. Sam really lost it, and then went completely nuts on the Benders. Yikes. *shudders*

Favorite lines:

It took a week before he ate the food they gave and he could only force down a few bites. He tries not to think of what it was.

*cringes* Yeah, I wouldn’t want to think too hard on that one.

Silently, he pads to the bed and sticks the larger knife through Jarrod’s right eye socket, shoves it down till the hilt hits bone.

Ow, ow, ow.

He smells like blood and ash. Like death. All he tastes is bile. He’s still numb.

Good description here.

And then the end … at least they’re all together again. Still … *whimpers*