[b]Dex - Home[/b]

Finalizing his shower, the 'ex-co' turned off the shower head and enwrapped his lower body with a beige towel, covering himself. He had already dried himself with the towel beforehand though, stepping out and looking at himself in the bathroom's mirror. He ran his hand through the three scars near his rib cage, recalling how he got them. Afterwards, he placed both palms on the fossett counter, now face to face with himself. He looked into the eyes of his reflective counter part, seeing the person he was before Taylor. 

Before meeting his wife, Dex was nothing close to saint like. It was mistake after mistake with this guy, as though trouble seemed to always find him. He had a criminal record, assault and battery, theft, etc. charges that always stayed with him no matter where he ran off too. But despite those lingering wrong doings, Dex was able to overcome after meeting Taylor. She helped him get away from the only life he knew. When he was with her, trouble left the picture. Everything he dod, every step he made was for her now - he found a purpose in a way. He even took on religion for a while, thanking God for giving him this messiah. His upside down life turned around. 

But now, as he looked into his own eyes, he could see his past self and did not argue. He understood that he needed to become an animal to end all this bloody terror. Only this man would be able to rid of Providences true creatures. He became the predator, no longer the prey. His thoughts ran blank as a sudden tap came from the next room. It wasn't a loud sound, but an unexpected one nonetheless. Slowly he opened the bathroom door and walked quietly to the kitchen where he remembered to have a handgun in one of the drawers. 

The first one didn't have it, but the second one did. He checked for it to be loaded, and once confirmed he cocked the pistol. Dex peaked in every angle, heading to the bedroom which is where the noise came from. And just as he opened the door he saw a woman trying to get out of the room. Reactively, he took two steps back and aimed the gun at her. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!!" He yelled loudly and angrily. "Answer me!!" He commanded, not taking any bullsh*it.