BloodyCrystal: Here's the next one, and the following should be posted today as well since my sister's pretty good at inspiring me (aka, death threats). The other inspiration comes from…the most random things possible. Such as washing my hands three times in about two or less minutes.
Clean
The water gushed down, clear blue turning red as it went past his hands. He knew it annoyed his partner, but it was a habit he couldn't get rid of. He wasn't normally so fastidious about cleanliness, but he was fanatical about having clean hands. After every mission, he washed his hands as thoroughly as he knew how, because if he didn't, he'd go insane.
Clean hands were equated with being empty of sin. It was the same as having committed no crime. So he washed his hands, day in and day out, until they were clear from even the smallest speck of dirt and the tiniest drop of blood. He wasn't even this careful with his weapons. But this was important.
If his hands were clean, he had committed no crimes, done no wrong. That helped him keep his sanity after all he had done. Even killers have eyes.