Oh Gabriel (English)

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A loud crack filled the silent room. The young man was bent backwards middle vertebras broken just above the waist. The noise was followed by a ripping sound while his chest opened in half vertically. Black thick liquid began to overflow between the pieces of torn flesh, dripping down to the floor, where it formed a puddle. With a spasm, the brunette leaned forward while a black mass almost the same size as him, fall from the open wound to land on the floor with a thud.
The black fluid gradually uncovered the lump, a person with a twisted and compressed body to the point that many of the bones pierced the muscle and skin in different points.
Young guy straightened slowly, bones clicking on back place while at the same time a long black appendage, look alike a tongue, went across floor and clothes to collect the excess of dark matter.

—And there goes my appetite. I won’t come in ever again without knocking first. —
Gabriel growled angrily at the sound of the voice. The black tongue snaked anxiously through the air before sliding back inside the body, leaving a slimy trail behind.
—Sulker have been looking for you all morning. He left towards the mansion a few hours ago. —
With slow and somewhat clumsy movements, the young man bent down to pick up an old brown coat. He dusted off and put on without closing it, the hole in his torso still exposed, which looked like a gigantic mouth being slowly closed. As he turned to leave, he found the inked proxy just a few steps away from him, it took him long to get used to that sneaking habit of them, now it no longer surprised him.
—I know, that’s why I came here, I don’t want to argue with Moody right now. —
Ink barefoot, stepped carefully on the black liquid, spreading it a little more on the ground. Gabriel choose to depart, buttoning his jacket absently as he walked to the exit.

—Gabriel, are you afraid of me? —
He was unable to determine the tone of the question, whether it was mockery, sarcasm or serious, when it came to Ink, he always had problems with that topic. He stopped to turn see the inked one, now squatting, scribbling on the floor with the black viscous fluid.
Gabriel hated having to deal with the other proxy, the worst was that he wasn’t sure why. Their presence bothered him, he felt exposed, but not vulnerable, no, he knew the limits of the force Ink possessed and he exceeded them effortlessly. And yet he could never really hurt them, as sweet as that thought was. Worse was the inked proxy knew it.
Gabriel wondered if the same thing happened to Sulker and therefore the reason he had not devoured the inking fella yet. Pity.

—You should already know that answer. You know everything about me, don’t you? —
He spat his answer bitterly, olive eyes fixed on the younger one, who was still on the floor, not worried about being covered with that nasty muddy substance. Ink snorted softly, proceeding to remove the smiling mask of them face. One had dark circles under the eyes, something odd to see, them used to have an ink-stained face all the time, which made it hard to see one features.
—Na ... you're a difficult book to read, I haven’t even been able to read the summary on the back cover. I suspect it is blank, has nothing written, it may not have pages, after all you're nothing more than a walking corpse. —
Gabriel gritted his teeth. He was back again beside Ink with just three strides. In the blink of an eye, the brunette had the inked trapped against the slippery floor, the black appendage, swinging in the air gap between them after tearing his flesh with violence to leave his interior.

For a few minutes, the heavy breathing of Gabriel was all that could be heard on the vicinity. With paused movements, he raised a hand and lay it on the belly where them bones ended, just above the stomach. There, he began to apply pressure with the tip of his fingers upward, as if trying to put these under the ribs and lift them. The body beneath him gasped before starting to squirm, he could see the momentary confusion and panic in ones eyes, the ink accumulating in the corner of them.
-A-ah-aggg ... G-Gabriel ... enough, Is enough! —
With the same speed he had imprisoned Ink, Gab freed him. As soon as he begun to feel that the other was beginning to really suffer, he had to let go. An annoying guilt tried to grab him. Never able to could hurt them as much as he wanted.
The other proxy sat hugging ones stomach, retaining as much as one could the ink inside their eyes. Gabriel, without another word, stepped up, the last thing he wanted was that feeling of guilt to spread inside and force him to commit the stupidity of apologizing.
— ... I was wrong. It was not fear. —
He hear the inked muttering.
— It's guilt. Heh, you're not as empty as imagined Gabriel. —

The brunette left the room before Ink could add something else. He hated when them was right.