Fixated, elated. A permanent smile on his black-and-white canvas, hearing the question from a distant place in his mind. Much too long in this place, the realm of the living, no longer his home. Away from Shelly, away from salvation. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. Sometimes she’d become a flash, an image in his memory, distant from where he was now. He’d hear her laugh, her voice, feel her embrace, smell her perfume. One moment a glimpse of Eric came through, and the next he was gone. Gone again into the abyss of the darkness. The darkness created by the horror, the violence, the torment, the solitude.
So long, so far away, so merciless.
The mad man raised the stolen twelve-gauge.
Reciting his words, head tilting to their pace.

“I am going to kill them all.” crazed hazel eyes, teeth exposed in a delirious grin.

“I am Santa Claus–” he breathed in a low, enraged baritone, “–and I bring presents to all who have been naughty.” teeth gritted in a false smile. An upturned gesture fueled with the pleasure of pain to come.
⊰ ATTABOY ! ⊱ cawed the crow, fluttering its wings.