==> Escape Chaos
The noise disturbs you instantly. Things slamming in Deadeye Detective’s home goes off like a gunshot. Usually the only thing getting knocked around in this place is you.
Your first waking thought is that you’re about to die. Your second quickly follows to dissipate the panic, and simply states, well shit, he’s pissed.
You got less than two hours sleep. It was the first time in four days. Before that, who knows? You’d be amazed if you could tally up twelve hours for the entire month. You’ve been perpetually awake since Roy was shot, and, naturally, a few days before that. It’s starting to cause you actual pain.
But, Deadeye is upset, and you cannot simply go back to sleep. You want to cry for that fact alone. Instead, you force yourself to get up and follow him out into the living room. You stand there, completely at a loss, rubbing your eyes to get them to focus.
“I’m… I’m sorry?”
You had honestly hoped he would just stay in there. That was why you closed the door. Unfortunately, doors don’t seem to keep him in any better than they keep him out.
“You really aren’t,” you droll. “I’m the expert.” You are a master of lacking apology. You loosen your tie and leave it around your neck, put on fresh coffee, and go about tending to the small tasks of your apartment. Turning on lights, turning on the radio.
“You’re a spree killer now, you know. There are three classifications: Mass killer, spree killer, and serial. The waiting periods are the difference. I wouldn’t call less than twenty-four hours a cooling-off period.”
You tap your fingers on the counter and watch black trickle into your coffee pot.
“Twelve. Maybe thirteen. Unlucky thirteen, hmm, considering the police caught a break?”