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With a slow exhale, Pierre stepped back from Shea's body which was still tied to the straight backed chair. His life was complete, really, but he wasn't finished. The body had to be destroyed, the remnants disposed of, and this house would have to be scrubbed down. They'd only been here for three days.
He burned the corpse and cleaned up, and then it was a shower. He scrubbed his skin until the blood stopped flaking off and the water ran clear, but his hands still felt tacky despite being clean. His hair still felt matted despite being slicked back with water.
When he stepped out, he just stared at himself, saw in the three mirrors the tattoo which would soon have to be added to once more. It wasn't over.
Shea was dead, but Pierre knew as he cleaned the blood from under his fingernails that it wasn't over.
He burned the corpse and cleaned up, and then it was a shower. He scrubbed his skin until the blood stopped flaking off and the water ran clear, but his hands still felt tacky despite being clean. His hair still felt matted despite being slicked back with water.
When he stepped out, he just stared at himself, saw in the three mirrors the tattoo which would soon have to be added to once more. It wasn't over.
Shea was dead, but Pierre knew as he cleaned the blood from under his fingernails that it wasn't over.
