"Damnit Cleidus!"

Carla stormed towards the back room, hands shaking. This was it. She was going to kill him.

The lights were off, but the TV was on, flashing at her as she slammed open the door. Rifles and pistols of the old west smoked on screen, bodies falling, but the only sound in the room was a light tap tap tap. Cleidus was in his chair as usual, hunched over the glass coffee table. Even with the lack of noise in the room, he somehow didn't hear her come in.
"You damn fool!"

His head snapped up. His eyes were blood red, and a short straw was stuck to his nose by blue powder. “Wha-“

“Do you want to guess who I just got off the phone with?”

“Wha-“he repeated. She could tell he wasn’t going to be cap...

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