"FUCK!!"

Eddie screamed, scrambling into his bathroom - hands coated with sticky, red, blood. With desperation, he twisted at the nob - his other hand hovering underneath the tap, waiting for the water to begin running.

Nothing.

He paced around, knocking the knife into a clothes bin. Before a subtle knocking came from the front door. Silently, he cursed and wiped his hands clean on his trousers, slipping some gloves on to cover the remaining stains as he trudged to the door.