Jimmy/Theo

The sudden ringing of a phone pierced the tense silence of the headquarters.

The men who had survived Theo's outburst sat frozen in their seats, their hands on their heads, barely breathing, as if trying to make themselves as invisible as possible.

Theo, still standing in the middle of the bloodstained room, his breath ragged from the massacre he had just committed, blinked slowly.

His chest rose and fell, his fingers twitching slightly as if struggling to suppress the lingering rage bubbling beneath his skin.

Then he exhaled sharply.

Ha… ha… ha…

He let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through his disheveled light brown hair, trying to calm himself down.

"It's alright… it's alright… all is well… all is well…" he muttered under his breath, patting his own chest in an attempt to soothe himself.

After a few moments, a forced, warm smile crept onto his face.