He thought he was safe as he almost reached the door, of course, that was just a fantasy. He knew deep down he wouldn't be let go so easily, he'd probably have to kill the man to actually escape somewhere safe. This was just making everything worse and worse for him in the end, even if he didn't realize it just yet. When he felt his shirt being held he knew it was over, he lost. His mind refused to give up though, already thinking of what he could possibly do.<br/><br/>When Jackson was suddenly ripped from his feet he gasped and landed right onto his back. He went to get up but instead was weighed down by Onion who straddled him. "I-I..." He was drowning in his panic.  He almost forgot he was holding the fork. He did it as quickly as he could, but he plunged the fork all the way into the other's thigh. Maybe his throat would have been a better place but his thigh was also a good one. Letting go of the fork he began to scratch the other's arms, nails attempting to rip at the skin.<br/><br/>"Let me go! Let me go!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, they were very close to the front door now. "Get off of me!" He continued to scream and scream in hopes that somebody would hear and go inside of the home to find them.