. INBOX MEME .       ( terrible choices sentence starters )

                         Frenzied with madness, the dead man’s eyes sharpened at the words. Pupils dilating, and an unhinged grin to match. Teeth exposed, cracking the painted mask. Eric could no longer control his impulses, that alone belonged with the crow. That feathery creature, prodding at his pain and inciting the carnage. Unrecognizable, unstable. Not Shelly’s Eric. Not the baby boy Lieutenant Colonel Draven wanted to raise. 

                        He’d walked in with his arms in the air, electrical-taped palms outward, unarmed and reciting Emily Dickinson’s because I could not stop for Death…
                           The bird kept its watchful eye at a distance. Quiet, for the first time.

                      Heavy boots take an impossible leap — lifting from the ground as if in mid-flight. Tin-Tin’s long, black coat trailing after his shape as he moved with feline skill. Both graceful and tactical, an agility beyond that of his lived years. Much too fast for hesitance to prevent his arrival to where the AGENT OF CHAOS before him. In a flash, Eric gripped at the purple suit, jumping at the man like a wild creature
                                                                     – taking both to the ground in the process.

                           “What’s the matter, Mister Clown?”
                                                  the black-clad man asked, sardonically.
                                     “Not funny enough for you?”