#tommy.thread

It had been a long night for Tommy. Just the past hour was taking a major toll on him. For almost twenty years, he practically dedicated his life to Michael. Studying him. Finding him. Planning to destroy him. When he heard on the news that he was at large, he practically leapt out of his seat and into his car. It took some time, and a few false alarms, before he finally once again laid his eyes on the serial killer. It was then that the fear running through Tommy’s body forced him to think of a new plan; stay alive.

He wasn’t sure how he did. How managed to dodge almost every punch, slash and stab that was dealt his way. He even managed to get a hit or two in at some point, but he was too concentrated on not being killed to keep a score. He was starting to slow down, however. His legs were starting to get tired. It wasn’t enough to effect him much yet, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he would have been able to go. That was when he noticed something: Michael was starting to tire out, too. It felt a little surreal, almost too good to be true in some way. He considered Michael to be a mindless killing machine, seeing him show even the slightest bit of humanity completely threw him off. Almost enough to stop him from dodging the latest blow.

For the past few weeks, Tommy had been suffering a bit from a creative block. Any time he tried to think of working on the latest comic to his series, he would end up sitting at his desk, staring blankly at the empty list of ideas that sat in front of him. That morning was unfortunately no different. Stephen was staying with his mom for the weekend, which he thought would help get his creativity flowing and yet — nothing. Before he got too frustrated, however, he heard noises from the room next door which indicated Will was awake.

Deciding to take a break, he got up from his desk and went to look for his lover. If he wasn’t able to get any writing done, then he would focus his energy elsewhere until he could. Besides, they did have the entire house to themselves for the day. “Mornin’.” He greeted the other male when he found him, followed by a quick peck to the cheek. He was a little too awake given how early it still was, but he had already been up a couple hours at that point. “Coffee’s ready if you want.”