Drip drip drip
The water was tapping against his temple and soaking into his hair. It couldn't really be described as pleasant or unpleasant it was all that was happening.
Drip drip drip-Click
A gun was cocked and pressed into his temple, the water ran down the gun and turned into blood, old rotted blood. Sheep's blood? No. Pigs blood. Heels tapped against the floor and a door creaked open. If the sound of the door distracted him, it would distract the gunman, or so he hoped.
Awake and startled he grasped for the gun and caught only air. His eyes blurred with sleep twisted his surroundings into odd shapes, but as he blinked the sleep away the blurs became familiar. He was in his apartment- drip he looked over his shoulder to see pig fast asleep in the chair. A nearly empty glass of bourbon on it's side, dripping onto the floor. An annoyed and tired sigh ground it's way out as he set the glass upright on the floor. He stood, his joints creaking and complaining. Scratching the stubbly hair on his chin he made his way over to the door.
The distinct sound of metal ridges, a key was pulled from the lock on the other side of the door. Bolting the door from the outside, the key was inserted into the next lock. With a click and a pull of the key both locks were locked and heels clicked quietly down the hall, before stopping and coming back towards the door and stopping again.
It has to be Snow. With very bad news, trying to think of a away to break it to him, in the middle of the night. Yeah, he could barley contain his restless excitement as he unbolted and pulled open his door. Snow whites head snapped up and she stopped pacing. "Bigby..."
He stared her down in a bored fashion. "Snow. What are you doing? I heard you fiddling with the lock and pacing up and down the hall outside my door."
Her eyes widened a little at his description of her actions, she made an uncomfortable expression and broke his gaze. "They got Bufkin... " She murmured sadly.