[After contacting a woman he knew, a night nurse who had tsked and clucked her way through knocking Madame Masque out, he'd confided his own condition to her.
She'd insisted he come in for test. He'd told her to screw off. Curling to the side he opened his eyes and stared at the skyline. Disoriented.
Thinking was difficult.
It was easier to slip into killing, to slip into murder. To kill...
He stirred, staring at the open door. Standing, he looked back over his shoulder at the fridge and stared at her, uncomprehending.
Before he drew his gun and pointed it at her.
He lowered it after a moment. Less then any moment.]
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Date: 2014-12-23 06:47 am (UTC)She'd insisted he come in for test. He'd told her to screw off. Curling to the side he opened his eyes and stared at the skyline. Disoriented.
Thinking was difficult.
It was easier to slip into killing, to slip into murder. To kill...
He stirred, staring at the open door. Standing, he looked back over his shoulder at the fridge and stared at her, uncomprehending.
Before he drew his gun and pointed it at her.
He lowered it after a moment. Less then any moment.]
Masque?