[ continued ... ] nine, ten, eleven ... a crime scene to put lizzie borden to same. there’s no point in doing this if she knows she wont make some guts churn this ? the fans are going to love this. but the guys who have to clean this up ? probably not so much. ax swings and rests on her shoulder ; dolores admires her work for a split second, before turning a glare of disdain towards jude. “ seriously ? that’s what you’re thinking about right now ? ” fine. let’s make it an even twelve. one last swing and the ax becomes lodged into the floorboards. another swing calls her name, but twelve is enough it’s overkill, it sends a message, it’s a crime of passion and fiery jealousy from a scorned lover. adrenaline. synapses pop and crackle and fire away. wrist wipes across her forehead and flicks blood onto the floor. even though the answer is most likely ‘ yes ’ “ take the goddamn pictures and ask me again in, like, five. ”
