Drabble 11: The Massacre
Screams were issuing from a thousand derelict voices as a mad axe-man swung his weapon, ridding them of their heads.
House and Wilson were cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie House insisted they watch. It was rather scary, but the older man didn't think so. Slowly creeping his fingers across Wilson's back, he felt James' muscles tighten. "Stop it, House."
"Stop what?" House asked. He gasped and started to scream, as did Wilson. They fell onto the floor, and though Wilson was still screaming and confused, House burst out laughing as his friend hit him with a pillow.
Fin.
