“Oh fuck.” Jacob whispered.
The two of them began to sway for a moment as if they were dancing now. But then they looked at each other and both started to move in near perfect unison.
“-He’s mine…” They both said at the same time. Jacob backed away and they each took a slow clumsy step towards him.
Oh no…Jacob cursed. This wasn’t ideal.
“He’s mine.” They both said.
“Boys stop! You don’t want to do this!” Jacob responded. “We want to do it! We love to do it!” Edna cackled.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced, I’m Jeff-” he said as he began to usher the women away from the others. Edna seemed especially fond of this by grabbing his ass.
“You’re mine.” Joe said.
“He’s mine.” Thomas responded.
“I’m not yours! I’m not either of yours!” Jacob yelled out as he felt his back collide with the altar.
“You must be mine.” Thomas grit his teeth.
“Mine.” Joe responded.
“Mine.” Thomas repeated.
Okay- Jacob could see where this was going.
“Stop!” He cried out. For a moment neither moved. Everything was still.
But then they kept moving.
“He is mine…” Thomas and Joe said in unison as they turned to face each other. For a moment, they simply faced each other as if sizing each other up. They stepped around each other as if beginning something else.
“Boys stop! I mean it! You need to stop this!”
“Keep going!” Rhonda screamed with a laugh. Jacob looked up to see Tic trying to keep them back. He looked horrified but whether that was their words, actions or hairstyles at this point was anyone’s guess.
They pushed each other. They hit at each other- each of them going a little harder with each pass. The fury was mounting- seemingly becoming more hostile each moment. Every step, push, prod was more angry. It was as if the echo chamber was amplifying their emotions more every minute. Things were bubbling up and their fury was becoming palpable.
“Boys, calm down. Please just take some time to relax. We can talk this out.”
“You will die.” They both said.
Well- that didn’t go as planned.
They both reached into their pants and for a moment Jacob wondered what would happen. When they removed their hands Joe held nothing, but Thomas pulled out a pocket knife.
“Oh fuck.” Jacob whispered.
“You must be destroyed.” They both sneered.
“Thomas! Don’t!” Jacob exclaimed- but there wasn’t anything he could do. As Thomas moved his hands back, Jacob pulled Joe out of the way. Thomas swung, and the knife missed by inches.
“You will be mine.” They both said. Thomas took a step to the side and for a moment, they staggered. Jacob took advantage and pushed Thomas out of the way as both of the men pulled back their arms. Then, Jacob stepped in between them and turned to Thomas - just in time for him to stab the knife directly into Jacob’s chest. Deep.
“Oh fuck…” Jacob exclaimed. His eyes went wide as his body went into shock. He froze. Jacob looked down to see the knife sticking out of his chest. He forgot to breathe. And then he staggered back, inhaled, and the full force of the pain made his vision blur. He collapsed and fell into Joe, who caught him. Whatever echo chamber was there had broken and Jacob could feel the magic he’d cast slowly easing away. Whatever was happening, it felt like death.
“I- I…” Jacob began, but his voice felt distant and strange. Like it wasn’t his. Everything became an echo of itself and he began to feel oddly light.
