The line between dreamland and consciousness was still blurred for Kent even as he was pulled from the deeper recesses of his reverie. He was aware of noise, aware that someone else was there, but not the true depth of the reality. Any sense of danger he should’ve been feeling was completely, utterly absent.
Kent sat up slowly with a prolonged grunt. His eyes were screwed shut and, given the grimace on his face, he had no plans on opening them. The light beaming out from the cellphone, faint and gentle blue, was enough to keep them closed.
“Mmmph,” was his first pathetic attempt at speech. Dumbly he pressed a hand to his face, winced at his lack of grace and how his palm edged against his eye, and tried rubbing away the tension in his cheek again with more success. “Mmm… Wh’time’s’it…”
The question was half-hearted, the answer of no importance. It was late, he deduced past the fog. He was safe– an assumption with no basis. As far as his mind knew, however, he was at home. The idea of being in a hotel room was the last thing he was considering. Kent sank back down atop the mattress with an unintelligible noise.
Upon being approached again, it was clear he still wasn’t asleep. With the beam of light Billy’s phone emitted stronger up close, Kent was spurred to even more action. His whole freckled face pinched as he wriggled his nose in protest.
“Bleuugh… Go t’bed, Randy…”
HE IS IN FOR IT NOW - that much is clear . the infamous serial killer is reduced to a shivering , solidified wuss . the knife is wavering in his grip ﹠ at a cursive glance could even be described as shaking . ` F - B - I ` keeps spelling itself out with placid chagrin in his frantic brain . 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 , he screams into the abyss on the brink , his eyes , glassy ; a CALM calamity . the pearly white mask is no longer needed as he is a splitting recreation .
the murder was supposed to go 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 ﹠ 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 . for starters , stu had supposed to be his back - up , but had to stay home to finish calculus homework due tomorrow for second period . the odds are ALREADY stacked from the start , but he is petty , a 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 , dangerous kind of petty . billy waits for his target to get FAT ﹠ happy before HE STRIKES at the last waking moment . however , he hadn`t time before the fbi agent had to leave back to whatever hellish government rabbit hole he`d popped out of .
the sudden words of sleep - induced babble hang ominously in the air , echoing in the nuances of his mind with a particularly sharp reverb . billy`s lip hangs AGAPE , unsure of if he is stupid lucky or this is all his deadly demise . ❝ ROOM - CLEANING , ❞ he spits NASTILY with malice , kicking the backpack out of view , the knife stowed behind his back . hastily , he processes : who the fuck is randy ? his son , billy would presume , as that is only natural but billy will bite his tongue until it bleeds before he will play up that lowly gag . he`s probably a father to a normal wife , with a normal randy ﹠ a great job where everyone is just elated . billy holds his breath , enduring the temptation to 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙑𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 even more .
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