I don't know where this came from, just a short little boredom filling writing. Apologies for poor quality.
Disclaimers – you know the drill by now.
Drop after drop of crimson blood falls to the black and white checked floor, blood stains the white front of the oven in intricate line patterns. The red liquid oozes from a skull settling on black hair making it matted. Blood dribbles down a hairy arm. Blood drips off a frying pan.
Drip drip drip.
Mimicking the seconds ticking by on the clock, mimicking the second past that seemed like hours.
"Howard, Howard, Howard, Howard? Howard, Howard? Howaaaaaaaaard? Howard?" Vince asked poking Howard on the shoulder, looking to see what he was frying.
"What." Howard asked, sighing.
"What're you making?"
"I'm painting the Mona Lisa." Howard answered sarcastically.
"You're frying eggs." Vince replied, pointing over his shoulder at the contents of the pan.
"Then why did you ask?" Howard groaned flicking fat over the eggs cooking the yolk.
"Howaaaaaaaaaaaaaard." Vince moaned.
"WHAT!?" Howard screamed, lifting the pan off the heat and spinning around, if it was one thing he hated was people annoying him while he was cooking it was only when that annoyance faded when he realised that the pan had smashed the back of his head.
Howard dropped the pan to the floor, slamming his hands to his face hyperventilating and smearing blood all over his face painting his moustache with it. He dropped to his knees and stroked his friend's hair moving his hands down to his pale and placid face to his neck and searched for a pulse.
Nothing.