She leaned forward and kicked the handle of the knife.
BANG!
It rang through the room, halls, and potentially even the street.
First there was the thud of one body hitting the floor. It was a light one with little weight behind it, likely the result of eating less than the bare minimum for long periods of time.
But it wasn't long before a second one came. Louder, heavier, alongside the sound of nylon plastic hitting the ground.
Blood dripped from metal, standing over the larger body. A gaze of hatred.
Her knees went weak. She collapsed forward, catching herself with her hands.
She seemed to move on her own. Instincts fuelled by hatred.
The knife was driven into the eye of the man. first a little, then drove the entire blade in. She made sure to twist and turn the metal, jerking it so when she forcefully pulled it out, the eyeball would follow, like a BBQ Skewer. In that very moment, she almost considered taking a bite. Tearing the flesh of the eyes until it was merely dust remaining. Her tongue sticking out for a mere moment to lick her lips and try a taste, but no. She wasn't a dog.
She pressed the knife against the floor, filling it with splinters as she slid it across the wood to get the eye off. A thin layer of blood had coated her blade, but that didn't matter. She was going to get revenge one way or another.
She put the knife down for a moment, before raising her hand, quickly to slam it down against what little remained of the eye. And like a ball of rice under pressure, it went everywhere. Blood, tears, and another unknown liquid. Her hand was coated, but such didn't carry meaning.
She did it again. Drove the knife into the second eye, before forcing it out and slamming her fist against it.
It wasn't enough. She craved more. She needed revenge.
Cutting the tongue out, yes!
Standing up and kicking the jaw over and over, pounding into it using her heel, until it was disconnected to a point she could almost tear it off his head. She then reached for the tongue, ignoring the coughing happening in the background, she grabbed it, the iron-coated metal sawing against the thin ropes of the frenulum, the only thing keeping the tongue in place within the confines of the mouth. With it gone, she could effortlessly tear it off and slice it into small pieces. Even in death, he couldn't beg for mercy, with his tongue now in pieces, being shoved down his very throat and forced down a cut windpipe.
"i... love you... yumi.."
She stopped. Was it possible?
It was merely a split second decision. She reached into the man's pockets, grabbing onto a keychain. She then grabbed the woman, rushing out into the car outside, and speeding straight to the hospital.
Leaving behind the filming camera and the body of an unknown man.