The demon's back and it's being mean!...
Axl raised his hand. Clutched in his fist was a silver pistol. His face was tear drenched and desperate “STOP IT” he bellowed as footsteps approached loudly sounding out on the kitchen floor an inhuman chuckle filled the air “Then I’ll fucking stop you!” he yelled, raising the pistol. But the other was faster as a bullet hit Axl squarely in the chest, lodging into his heart and ripping its way through. Looking around to see the reflection of the killer in the window pane; looking closer Steve realised it was him and stood behind him, as though it was made out of Axl’s blood was the demon.
The drummer woke with a yell. It had been over two weeks since he left the hospital, 2 months since the MH experience. He looked at his hand that had held the gun. Then he looked up at the mirror that hung on the wall in his bedroom, he could see Axl’s blood flecked all over his face. Steve yelled and leapt out of bed, hobbling to his ensuite and scrubbing at his face and arms, trying to rid his skin of any the red water.
“Steve?” a sleepy voice asked, he looked around wildly “What the fuck are you doing?” Slash said tiredly, this had been the third time this had happened in the last two days.
“Washing” Steve answered, glancing down at his skin, the blood had disappeared from his arms, hands and face, looking down at the sink that a moment before had been full of blood dyed water was now full of clear water. Slash sighed,
“Steve go back to bed” the drummer complied silently, Slash watched him get back into bed and fall almost straight back to sleep. The guitarist shook his head before going back to his post outside of Steve’s door.