❝ long night? you’re covered in blood. ❞
serial killer sentence prompts | not accepting.
he would never get used to the way blood sprayed from a gunshot wound. there were people who made that their profession: analyzing the blood spatters and recreating a scene from there. will imagined it was something like his empathy, the way he could close his eyes and breathe ... suddenly he’d be in that exact same place but at a different time. he’d be a different person. for a few moments he would piece together the gruesome leftovers back into a whole thing again. the teacup wasn’t shattered. an unwelcome voice gripped his spine in that instance, and will had to shake off the memory of when they were spoken.
hazy eyes focused onto ellis. even then it took a second for his words to register, for the realization that he had stumbled back into his workplace with blood saturating his clothes. his face. in the small handful of times will had been forced to take a life he always remembered this haziness. it was like walking in a dream, though the contents were most unwelcome. he wondered if the man he’d shot tonight would haunt his dreams with garrett jacob hobbs, randall tier, and francis dolarhyde. With hannibal lecter.
“ yeah, i uh ... i shot someone. ” the words were heavy in his throat, clogged up his airways like thick honey. he hated them, “ i should get cleaned up. ”
