Chapter 7: Shave


It wasn't as if he had wanted to shave in the restroom at the complex, but there had been no time before. He had gone through hell and back again by means of paperwork the night before, until almost midnight, and had (surprise, surprise) woken up late this morning.

Damn facial hair. It was his fault though, he had wanted it. Hah. Makes me look distinguished, my ass! Now he was eternally shaving his face, trying not to look like an escaped convict with a five-day growth of stubble.

The razor ran smoothly and gently down the side of his face, when it suddenly got caught on his skin. For a brief moment there was some small amount of fleeting pain, but the blade continued down his cheek. It cut his face again. He could see a small amount of blood beginning to seep out of the wound.

He should have changed the blade then and there, but didn't. Perhaps it was his subconscious trying to tell him something? It cut the other side of his face worse, failing to get rid of the hair, succeeding only in making the area around his chin and mouth a mixture of foamy white shaving cream and red blood, swirling, intermixing, seeping into the cuts, stinging slightly when they combined.

The razor found its way back to his face, ready to shave the next section of skin. He pressed it harder and harder into his skin, not knowing why. Stuck in a trance like state for a few moments, he snapped out of it when he saw the sink, covered in white foam, and red droplets, swirling with water down, down, down the drain, as if it was his atonement. All of his sins, simply sloshing down the empty drain of his life.

Tossing the disposable razor into the trash, he reached for another one, and watched the light dance on the metal. He set it back carefully, not trusting himself with it again. Taking a small washcloth, he patted his face dry, stinging all the while, and trudged off to his office. No one that wanted to live asked him what had happened to his face.


I have no idea what new kind of crack I am on... but it's making me do some pretty wierd stuff... (see above ramble)

Oh, yes, and in the last storyline, I am implying that Ed drowns himself in the bathtub, just in case I wasn't blunt enough for you.

'Taters