homes out of human beings

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Alex mutters under his breath, swallowing the crisps and shoving the biscuits into the refrigerator with the severed hand. "I break into the house of a probably psychotic serial killer, and he comes home." / Alex was just looking for a place to stay. He never expected to find a home. / Johnlock; part one of my "homes out of human beings" verse