REESE

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          Reese sighed, her hands on her hips, "You're a real pain in the ass."

          As per usual, the man in question, Reese's husband of  twenty years to the day, William "Billy" Loomis, had crashed upon one of numerous beanbags scattered about the den, leaving Reese and their son, William Jr., to contemplate whether to wake him or to leave him be. It wasn't unusual for Billy to crash like that... especially after a kill. Blood... mixed with Fahrenheit, the scent enveloping Reese like a big, warm blanket -- even after all these years, Billy still, still stuck with Fahrenheit... and Reese loved it. 

           It.

           Him.

           It.

           Them.

           It.

           Him.

           It.

           Choosing to leave him be this time, Reese scooped William Jr. up, up into her arms and headed for the restroom, the child in question in need of a bath after the family outing earlier that evening. <Just like... the good ol' days, > Reese thought to herself, her one brown eye and one blue eye sparkling ever, so ever faintly and her lips contorted into a sadistic grin. The child in question, William Jr., took to fiddling with the mask in his hands. <but even better ~> The mask would need to be cleaned, as well, but that could wait.

            White had gone slightly, oh so slightly yellow over the years. 

           Cuts and dents and scratches peppered a once smooth surface. 

           Netting had torn. 

           The mask was still, still here.

           *          *          *

            Without bothering to give anyone any sort of verbal and/or non-verbal warning whatsoever, Billy raked a hand through his hair, yawned, and lept onto the bed, the water that clung to his form from his shower being cast-off every which way, prompting Reese to pull the covers over herself in a feeble attempt to shield herself from it! Billy settled into his usual spot. <It's just water... not Xenomorph blood.> Reese poked her head out from under the covers, her eyes locked on Billy in a glare.

              "What?" Billy pressed, reaching-out to wipe a stray droplet from Reese's forehead. "Oh... is Jason afraid of the big, bad H2O?"

               "You..."

               "Are a real pain in the ass, right?"

               "Yes."

                Silence befell the room, neither Reese nor Billy having any intention of lifting it -- between being parents and being serial killers, silence was a rarity... and so the couple cherished it. -- Billy pulled Reese to his chest and let out a soft, barely audible sigh before allowing himself to drift once more. <You,> Reese snuggled closer to Billy, burying her face in the crook of his neck. <are a real pain in the ass.> Before she knew it, Reese was on the verge of sleep, her eyelids growing heavier, heavier by the minute and her body as relaxed as relaxed can be.

                 There was no use fighting it... besides... it was only a matter of time before William Jr. woke up and the chaos commenced, as it did every morning... around 5 AM... because William Jr., much to Reese and Billy's shared dismay, insisted on waking up at 5 AM on the dot... for the past 7-years... for no apparent reason.