𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙

The night had taken a much darker, gorier turn but it had ended on a high note. Their lives were forever going to change after the legendary Macher shindig.

She awakened with a start, sprawled on one of the couches in the living room. She rubbed her eyes and glanced around the room in an effort to recollect the memories of the past night. She was pressed against something warm and somewhat comforting, two strong arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her in, refusing to let go. She untangled herself from these two constricting arms and stood up. He remained asleep, peaceful and tranquil, without a care in the world, unbothered and unaffected. She quirked an eyebrow, smiled effortlessly, shook her head and walked away in search of some much-needed sustenance and hydration. Her mouth was dry, a result of the previous night's after-homicide activities.

The house was utterly wrecked, destroyed and defaced almost beyond repair. Now that the sun had illuminated the rooms, she could see the extent of the damage. The Machers were going to gut Stu, there was no doubt about it. She continued to examine the once beautiful residence, now a shell of its former self. Several partygoers remained, flopped on couches, stranded on carpets, abandoned on counters, in fact, she recognized one of those bodies that were abandoned on the marble counters, a one Randy Meeks to be exact. She walked noiselessly towards the kitchen area, a ghost of a sly smile on her lips. She silently opened the refrigerator door and extracted a cold bottle of water; the condensation had started to appear on her nimble fingers. She gently unscrewed the cap and approached the sleeping, snoring creature.

He must be parched, she thought as if it were some sort of excuse. She stood right before the mighty creature; the bottle of chilled water stood inches away from his face. You'll thank me later, she thought humorously. She spilled the frigid liquid all over his face and neck. He awakened, gasping for breath, shock and confusion clouding his features. His eyes zeroed in on her, twisted in fury and anger.

"Seriously?!" He yelled in discontent. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You looked a bit thirsty", she grinned. "I just wanted to offer you some hydration", she shrugged her shoulders and chuckled noiselessly.

Randy abandoned his bed on the counter and flopped down, he was desperately looking for a hand towel to dry his face and neck. He carelessly opened a couple of kitchen drawers until he found the neatly folded stack of kitchen towels, he grabbed one and rapidly wiped his cold face.

"Must be refreshing huh?" She teased. "Splashing your face with cold water in the morning, wakes you right up", she shivered in exhilaration.

He glared silently.

"The silent treatment doesn't really work on me", she continued. "it has no effect whatsoever", she dismissed.

"Hey", a groggy voice piped in. A yawn followed soon after.

She turned around towards the source. Billy.

"Morning sleepy head", she smiled. She glanced outside the window. "Or afternoon, whatever", she dismissed with her hand.

He yawned a second time before he focused in on his surroundings and finally noticed the scorned look on Randy's face. "What's up with him?" He asked.

"Must've taken a cold shower this morning", she laughed cruelly.

"Very funny", Randy said without mirth. "Don't you have an ounce of pity?"

"Let me think", she paused for a moment. "No", she said finally.

Randy huffed and walked away. Billy's eyes followed him until he exited the kitchen area and disappeared from view; he was as confused as ever.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked gently.