His muscles tensed around the metal that had ripped into his abdomen. He slowly tilted his head down to see the dagger lodged above his navel, his eyes, streaming with silent tears of pain, now turned up to see Allan who was standing in shock of what he'd just done.
Allan released his grip from the dagger and slowly backed away, stunned by Tintin's blood-shot eye's.
"i just stabbed you!" he screeched "die already! stop looking at me!"
Tintin uncringed himself, stood straight and painfully but casually strided over to Allan; he was going to make sure he would never forget the crime he had just comitted.
He had him backed-up against the wall, perfectly helpless. But instead of releasing the dagger sticking out of him, he rested a hand on Allan's quivering shoulder and smiled, gripping the dagger with the other.
"and to think..." he whispered "after all those years you tried to kill me, you were too much of a coward to face me in my last moments."
he shook his head and readied himself for the pain
"you really are a pathetic human being, Allan."
With that, he twisted the dagger, disrupting and disfiguring his internal organs. his eyes grew wide and he fell dead on the floor in front of cowardly Allan.
sorry, had this idea for a while had to write