*Okay…Here's chapter 3 of this twisted story…..Please read…..and review….that's always appreciated….even though NO ONE HAS YET….-_-….Oh and I do not

own House M.D. or it's characters….* -Kat

House got into his car and left for Taub's house...or the one he was sharing with Foreman. He pulled up in front of a secluded house, white and one story, but big. There

were no neighbors nearby. Not even a dog house. In the silence the musical colors rang in his ears again. He hummed along to the tune, oblivious to the magnitude of

what he just did and what he was about to do. At the front door, a red metal thing, House knocked instead of ringing the doorbell. With the noise in his ears, he didn't

think he could take anymore ringing of any kind. A sleepy, irritated Taub opened the door.

"House? What the hell do you want this early? Are you barefoot? Where's your cane?" For being just woken up, Taub was a goddamn chatterbox.

"Sugar. I wanted to bake a cake, insomnia-thingy, but I have no sugar in my cabinets. Neither does Wilson. My neighbors don't like me. I wonder why? Hmm...Interesting."

House rambled on and on, giving up on his charade of not being high.

"Are you high?" Taub asked, looking at House's dilated pupils, almost taking up his entire iris.

"High as a kite." House answered proudly, puffing out his chest a bit.

"Ugh come in." Taub groaned, rubbing his eyes and mumbling curses and insults under his breath. House walked in and shut the door quietly behind him. He reached into

his pocket and pulled out his gun, pointed it at Taub's back, pulled back the kickback and pulled the trigger. A crimson stain spreading over him. He fell to the floor, dead.

Foreman probably heard that. Unless he's an insanely heavy sleeper. House didn't think the zombies could've slept through that. He ran to the bedroom and, surprisingly,

saw Foreman still sound asleep. House walked over, pressed the gun to Forman's head and shot, brain matter spewing everywhere, miraculously missing House, who

now thought he was invincible, managing to convince even his rational side. House watched as Forman's breathing caught, sputtered, then stopped completely. He left

the same way he left Wilson's. Turning off all the lights, closing all curtains, and locking the door on his way out.

The next three killings, Thirteen, Cameron, and Chase, went smoothly. When Thirteen answered the door he didn't even let her finish her questions before he pushed her

inside, shut the door, and shot her straight through the chest. He left in the same manner he left the others. With Cameron and Chase it was easy. No one answered his

knocks, so he picked their lock and went to their bedroom. They were huddled together on the queen bed. House snorted. He knew they were still together, despite

claims that they weren't even living near each other. He shot each of them in the head, then left in the same way. Complete darkness, no way the outside world could see

inside, locked door behind him. He didn't bother filling the revolver with another bullet. Lucas and Rachel were out of town for the week, some father-daughter thing in

New York. House pulled up in front of a modest brick house with a black metal front porch. When he knocked on the door, a wide awake Cuddy answered. There were

dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept in days. House looked at her for a moment, slowly advancing on her until they were both inside. House locked the door

behind him.

"House what are you doing here? Where is your cane?" She asked tiredly. She looked so hot in an oversized sweatshirt falling over one shoulder and Sophie shorts. He

was still high, but not as much and could sort of think clearly, although he would still remember none of this fateful night in the morning. House leaned in and kissed

Cuddy. She hesitated, and then kissed him back fiercely. House lifted her off of her feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He always knew she never stopped

loving him.

*Okay…this is the end of Chapter 3…..Let me tell you now….it doesn't get better….NO FLUFF! Please review….I haven't a clue why I keep asking this as no one has

yet…Thanks for reading…*-Kat