The
thunder applauds the lightning as it dances across the night sky.
Hello
Moto, Hello Moto
"Hello."
Heavy
breathing echoes through Brendon's cell phone.
"Hello?"
Brendon repeats as the breathing continues.
He
hangs up the phone.
Hello
Moto, Hello Moto
"Hello?"
The
heavy breathing reverberates through the phone once again.
"Who
is this?" he asks pulling the phone from his ear.
It
reads Blake.
"Blake,
if this is a joke, it's not funny."
The
heavy breathing continues, as Brendon hangs up the phone once again.
Hello
Moto, Hello Moto
"Blake,
stop playing on my fucking phone! I just got home and I want to
relax," he screams, hanging the phone up noticing a shadow
darken his front door glass.
"Blake,
if this is you, I have nothing to say to you," screams Brendon,
grabbing his phone from the sofa.
As
he turns, the figure darts out of sight, the hallway again is flooded
with street lights as a lively burst of lighting engulfs the night
sky leaving the entire neighborhood in complete darkness.
Brendon,
completely caught off guard, shakes his phone turning on the
flashlight.
Hello
Moto, Hello Moto
Frightened,
Brendon drops his phone on the floor, he hits the floor to pick it up
answering in one fail swoop.
"Hello?"
he says with quivers in his voice.
"Hey,
open the door. I just ran here and I am out of breath," Blake
says, panting into the phone as Brendon looks up at him waving in.
Brendon
stands walking quickly to the door. As he opens the door Blake spits
up blood, holding his neck, falling directly upon Brendon trapping
him.
Brendon's
screams fade into the thunder applauding the lightning's dance across
the night sky. A dark figure drops Blake's phone in the middle of
the street.
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