Agent Price: No problem.


[they Hug]

“No offense taken,” Will stepped out of the car, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. His eyes scanned the landscape, watching as cars passed by them in a hurry and the beauty of their headlights ILLUMINATING the darkness was a picture to behold. Sights like these could be easily missed if one didn’t take the time to rest and admire the view life provided them. If only…he didn’t see both sides of the world; both the good and evil, then maybe he’d have a different life. One that wasn’t complete with the HORRORS that were the perfect fuel for nightmares.  

A life of simplicity would never suffice as a properly fitting suit. Restlessness would cause him to constantly be UNNERVED and worried for those he had chosen to love. He wasn’t a particularity safe individual to be around for two people who he had been close with, met a grisly fate by his own unintentional matters. Abigail and Beverly. Nothing would be able to bring them back from their graves…but that didn’t mean he could still try and avenge their wrongful endings. He had set his trap in motion and he was the willing bait. All that was left, was to wait until the proper moment to STRIKE, but until then it seemed like an everlasting waiting game.

Slipping into the passenger side of the car, Will pulled the door shut behind him and buckled in. Silence threatened to overtake them once again, but it was combated when Zeller switched on the radio. The music itched to sear his nerves, but the empath decided to keep his mouth shut as he easily drowned out the noise and reseeded into his mind palace and the assumptions that were held there. 

     Brian stayed silent for the rest of the drive, using the music as a tool to keep himself grounded, finding that his nerves calmed as they got closer to their destination. He wasn’t usually uppity, but considering he had been jolted awake from a possible near death experience...well, he wasn’t going to put himself down for it.

     He made one pit stop near one of those coffee shops that were out in the middle of no where and always seemed to be open, getting both him and Will coffees. After handing Will his cup, he took a short sip of his the coffee from the cup in his gloved hand despite the beverage still being pipping hot. That was much better, now his system was going to get going properly. Putting the cup in the cup holder, he put his free hand back on the steering wheel and continued to the victim’s parents house.

EYES ARE DISTRACTING, YOU SEE TOO MUCH, YOU DON’T SEE ENOUGH… I TRY TO AVOID EYES WHENEVER POSSIBLE.   / art.  / temp.