The Controlling

Chapter 2: The Mystery

Later that evening, the phone rang once again. Dean, refused to awnser the phone merely for the fact of how frustrating it was getting for him- leading to Rowan eventually answering for him to make sure it was not someone they actually knew, 

"hello?'" the phone was silent, "listen, with all due respect- whoever you are, please quit repeatly calling this telephone line, if you've got something to say, I suggest you say it now before you embarrass yourself or us blocking your line. What the hell do you want from us?" the caller was yet again still silent. Rowan, in very clear frustration rubbed the temple of his forehead, letting out a huge sigh of annoyance. Eventually, there was heavy breathing, and seemed to have been anything BUT a prank, but still raised some suspicion regarding what had just happened. Rowan, in concern, responded to the heavy breather,

"Hello? are you okay?" he questioned.

There was still heavy breathing, and the person began to talk,

"help... me" in a muffled tone. It was not very clear.

Rowan, shaken up, lowers the telephone- proceeding to look at Dean. Dean's expression changed into just as much worry. Rowan responded,

"Excuse me, what is going on?"

the voice muffled more and more and barely made sense, the scratchiness and pure pain felt through his voice seemed to have been far too realistic to be a prank.
Eventually, the caller dropped the call as the phone line began to buffer- creating a static noise... then dead silence.
Rowan, horrified by what had just happened, loosens the grip of the telephone as it drops onto the ground.

"What the hell just happened there?" Questioned Dean.

"I have no idea, but it sounds like this person's in need of help. I don't even know where this person is from..." he answers.

The two stand dead silent, in pure shock about what had just happened. Rowan, shaking his head, tries to make out what the man on the phone had tried to say, justifying exactly what he had tried his best making out of,

"Z-E-...R-O... 32 Oakwood Avenue...hurry." the caller whimpered.

Dean, in concern, questioned him, "what the hell are you on about, Rowan? What's going on-"

"We must hurry. NOW."

"What?! Rowan what are you on about-"

Rowan proceeds to call somebody, as he dials it- the voice on the opposite end of the telephone began to speak,

"Yo, what's up little dude?"

"It's Urgent. Get here ASAP, got it?"

...

10 minutes passed and there was knocking on the door, Rowan- instantly running to the door and opened it. There he was; tall, blonde, stylishly unique rounded glasses, multicolored- bright blue and orange.

Zayne Everson, age 22, a cousin of Rowans, more like brother than anything else.

"So...what exactly's going on?" He asked.

"32 Oakwood Avenue. Do you know where that is?" Rowan answers, in a hurried tone.

Zayne, thinking, attempts to reply, "I think so, we gotta find it. I know the area, why-?"

"No time for explaining, you drive us there, please, we have to go now. Dean, you're coming with" Rowan responded, already stealing the car keys out of Zaynes hand.

The three get into the car, drifting away into the city. Eventually they get into Oakwood Avenue, it feels familiar...yet eerie. The guys stop when they see the number on the side of an apartment building that leads to a backway alley right next to it.