It was quiet now. In a way, it was worse then the terrible noise that had come before. 

As Denis sat down on the edge of a desk, he stared with a hollow gaze over the sheer mindless carnage that had been left behind in the wake of the Betrayal; One final act of desecration of where they had been granted the gifts of life and choice. His body shook as he tried to keep his rapid breathing under control and prevent himself from looking down at the pair of pure white gloves that had been the first gift from his creator... the first gift that anyone had ever given him. He had always taken great strains to keep them in good condition and keep them clean because the idea of letting something so important to him grow tatty and dirty was absolutely unthinkable! He could even remember to a note the music that had been playing in the back ground when he had slipped them on for the very first time...

Despite his efforts not to even think of looking down, his hands met his eyes halfway and he couldn't help but feel sick at the sight of his beloved gloves; Battered, torn along some of the seams and covered in ink... only some of it was his own. His shaky hands started to close into fists before he managed to force them back down to his sides again while his eyes were drawn to the one sight in the room that was worse then the state of his gloves. 

He... hadn't seen his creator for a long time. It had been quite a while since he had last opened the book and added a new adventure for him and his friends to go on but that had been alright; Luke was busy creating other worlds and at any rate he wouldn't have wanted to send them on some lack luster adventure that didn't have much thought and care put into it. Even without the wounds and the fact that he wasn't alive anymore, Denis could tell that Luke had changed a lot since he had last looked their way... and it wasn't in a good way either. He looked far less healthy then he had remembered...

Considering some of the creatures that he had born witness too when he had been granted access beyond the forth wall that Luke had created, maybe it was for the best that he had turned his gaze away from him and his friends. 

Denis closed his eyes for a moment as he remembered some of the beasts that he had been forced to defend himself against, shivering at the sights he had been forced to bare witness to and the sounds that he had heard so recently...

Then it was quiet. He was left alone to reflect on what he had done.  

He hadn't been the last one standing at the end, he had seen several creatures flee the apartment and the battle that was going on within it; He was merely the last one left in the home of their creator. What was he meant to do now?

Taking a large, deep breath, Denis finally opened his eyes again as he came up with a plan. The creatures that had fled the apartment had been bad... very, very [i]bad[/i] creatures that only cared about spreading pain and misery wherever they went. They needed to be stopped and by Luke he was going to be the one to do it! 

There was still something that he needed to do first through... 

Sliding off of the desk that he had perched himself on, Denis couldn't help but wince in disgust as he tried to step around as much of the ink stained carpet as he could while feeling sick to his stomach whenever he saw a little bit of red mixed in with the black. Reaching the door to the bedroom, he turned to gaze at his deceased creator one last time and felt his throat choke up. "...Wherever you are now... I hope you're happy there." was all that he could say before he turned away, crossing the threshold to see if he could find his next objective. 

He found the phone in the kitchen. Taking it off the hook and hitting 911, he waited as calmly as he could for someone on the other side to pick it up. "[color=00aeef]This is nine one one, please state the nature of your emergency.[/color]"

"I... just found someone who has been murdered in apartment..." Glancing towards the nearby stack of mail for an address, he offered it up quickly. It didn't take him long to be introduced to other operators, asking important questions that he attempted to answer as truthfully and in as much detail as possible. When they asked him who he was, he had answered that his name was Denis and that he had come to see his old friend Luke for the first time in years... only to never even get the chance to speak with him.

When he was promised that some emergency services were on their way, he politely hung up and headed out the front door. He... didn't know how the police would handle his presence and he didn't exactly wish to find out. He had things to track down.