it crunches as it goes in , turning to the side as it hits a bone and the spackle screams the most terrible , terrible sound and dark red blood ( red , it 's red , they bleed red ) sprays outta the wound and he brings a long arm up and scratches across my face and i pull back my arm and i stab him again and a long screeching breath comes outta his mouth with a loud gurgle and his arms and legs still scramble around him and he looks at me with his black , black eyes and his noise filled with pain and bafflement and fear- and i twist the knife- and he wo n't die and he wo n't die and he wo n't die- and in a moan and a shudder he dies .