as written by Lialore
Brendan arrived in a huge hurry, paint splattered and dusty, with plaster still in his hair. After trying the front door, only to find it locked, he went round the back to let himself in.
The place was dead, empty except for Chloe and a sack of a body that was slumped on the floor. He knew who it was before he had a proper look.
His eyes had caught the table and all its instruments before they got to his brother.
Brendan’s lips mashed together.
“Might be better off shooting him” he said, voice curiously void of emotion.
He felt like kicking the useless lump that was Desmond.
“What’s happened?”
Brendan arrived in a huge hurry, paint splattered and dusty, with plaster still in his hair. After trying the front door, only to find it locked, he went round the back to let himself in.
The place was dead, empty except for Chloe and a sack of a body that was slumped on the floor. He knew who it was before he had a proper look.
His eyes had caught the table and all its instruments before they got to his brother.
Brendan’s lips mashed together.
“Might be better off shooting him” he said, voice curiously void of emotion.
He felt like kicking the useless lump that was Desmond.
“What’s happened?”