SMASH!
Shawn had only turned halfway towards the Tattooed Lady when the glass jar exploded.
His eyes instictively closed as small chips of glass splinters showered across the front of his shirt, stinging his face. He turned his face as he felt warm liquid lap over his hair, face and hands, drenching his entire torso.
As he opened his eyes, he had to close them quickly to avoid Feddler's blood from dripping from his forehead into his eyes. The glass jar was a spikey fragment on top of a table slick with red blood.
The front of Shawn's body was splattered with the gout of hot blood that shot out of the jar. The front of Shawn's face had bits of brains plastered hard against his skin. He instinctively spit out small skull fragments--Feddler's--as he took one step backwards.
Turning his head, Shawn saw the Tattooed Lady holding the electric needle in her left hand. It was thrumming and vibrating as the needle retracted and pushed forth, spewing a mixture of dark green ink, shards of glass and Feddler's blood all over the floor, the long, black cord trailing behind it and leading to the chair.
"I told him to stop." She said, in a matter of fact voice, as if that was enough of an explanation for killing the imp. The thrumming noise of the needle continued to fill the silence after she spoke.