I caught Hexxus sneaking into my house last night.

"How did the job go?" I asked.

I didn't really need an answer from him. He was covered in blood. I don't know how exactly he could get covered -- and I do mean covered, head to fucking toe -- in blood, but he had and was now dripping blood onto my carpet.

He looked at me sheepishly.

"Bathroom," I said. "Now. Go."

"I'm sorry," he started to say, but I just pointed to the bathroom. He walked, leaving bloody footprints behind him (he didn't even had the decency to take off his shoes before coming inside!).

"There's bleach under the sink," I said loudly. "I want all the bloodstains out by morning. Or else."

I don't know why I let him stay.