How They Escaped | The Black Phone

Vance - A Little Smoke

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                          | Vance Hopper |

Vance was roaming the streets after the police dropped him off. He was still mad that that guy messed his game up. He put a cigarette in his mouth to calm down. He started to light it up looking down at the lighter while still walking.

"A young boy like you shouldn't be smoking don't you think" The grabber spoke sitting on back of his van.

"What did you just say to me. Old man" Vance said looking him up and down

"Pretty sure you heard me the first time" the grabber replied calmly

"I did, but I don't give a fuck what you say or think about me smoking. I do what I want around here. Fuck off" vance yelled blowing the smoke into the grabbers face

"Your mother wouldn't be proud to hear that language, now would she" the grabber spoke

"My god, Are you going to shut the fuck up or do I have to shut you up myself." Vance yelled

"Fine. You win" the grabber said putting his hands up in the air.

Vance walked away. He kicked his car as he was doing so. he cussed under his breathe. "Fucking dumbass. I shouldve beat his ass on the spot" Vance continued to smoke his cig.

The grabber snuck up on him and put him in a chokehold as he carried him back towards his car. "You little bitch!" Vance yelled elbowing the grabber in the stomach. The grabber didnt let go. He threw vance in the truck. Vance jumped up and punched him the face before he started to run. The grabber caught up with him again "Get off of me  you fucking perv" Vance spoke. The grabber sprayed him in the mouth with the chemical. Vance took longer to pass out. When he fell onto the ground the grabber picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. He walked towards the back of the van and placed him down. The grabber slammed the doors shut and jumped inside. He took off quickly.

Vance jumped up from the mattress. He kicked the door to try to break it open. "Shit!" He screamed as he pulled on his hair from frustration. He looked around the room. The grabber opened the door with food in his hands "I see your awake" The grabber says placing the good down on the floor. "No shit. Let me out mother fucker" Vance said punching the side of the grabbers face. He held his cheek where he was hurt at "Hit me again and its going to get ugly" the grabber replied balling up his fist. Vance did what he was told NOT to do. Vance backed up and acted like he was going to sit back down on the mattress. When vance seen he fooled him he then ran up and kicked the grabber in the chest making him stumble back into the wall. The grabber got angry and pulled out a knife from his back pocket.

It didn't scare Vance since he got knifes pulled out on him all the time. "Oh, you want me to be scared of a little knife" Vance said along with chuckling out loud. "You should be. It's going to hurt like hell" The grabber said coming closer to Vance but not doing anything. Right when Vance was so sure the grabber was only trying to scare him, The grabber slit his stomach. Vance yelled and tried take the knife away. The grabber slit both sides off his stomach. Vance looked down to see he was losing alot of blood, but that didn't stop him from trying to fight.

Vance continued to punch the grabber. "I'll be back. No food for you." the grabber says. The grabber just left the room as if it was nothing "You only put salt and pepper in those dry ass eggs anyways" he mumbled . Vance touched his warm blood with his finger tips. "That bitch" he mumbled as he fell back into the mattress. His mind wandered to thoughts like "I cant wait until i get the chance to beat his ass and get out this place" and "He must not know who I am".

Vance thought long and hard about how he was going to leave. He didn't go to sleep at all. Vance wasn't going to let himself die in a basement alone. With a damn kidnapper.

[1 week]

He has been thinking alot on how hes going to get out but nothing seems to work. He just woke up. Vance took a quick piss in the bathroom but the toilet wouldn't flush properly and it was pissing him off already. He started slamming his hands down on the top of the toilet like it would magically make it flush. "Come on, flush god damn it" he yelled. The lid was already loose, so from his slamming his hands on it it fell on to the floor making Vance jump a little. The noise was so loud. He looked at the mats behind him and started day dreaming. Then he got a idea. Vance pulled up his pants and grabbed the top of the toilet which had fallen off. He walked over towards the window and threw it. He missed the first time but he didn't give up. He tried again and this time it hit the window and it broke open. Now he just needed to crawl out. Right as he was about to try and jump up the grabber came inside.

"Nice try" the grabber spoke. Vance stood there. The grabber walked up towards him. "Too bad you didn't make it out .. alive atleast" The grabber said. Vance quickly bent down and picked up a chuck of the glass from the window. The grabber was about to make his move but vance kicked him in the face making the grabber fall. Vance jumped on top of him and started punching him in the face. The grabber threw him off and got on top off him. "Nighty night naughty boy" the grabber said putting his fist up to punch Vance.

Vance cut the middle of his face. The grabber screamed and backed up. Vance pushed him on the ground again and got on top of him. Vance craved his name into the grabbers forehead while he choked him almost too death. Vance smiled at him. "Looks like you never got put in your place before. Todays the day mother fucker!" Vance yelled, sticking his middle fingers up at the grabber then opening the door up for himself.

He walked out and looked around calmly. The grabber tried to sneak up behind him but Vance heard him coming from a far. The grabber cut vances back with a knife. Vance fell on his knees. He thought he was ready but He was wrong. The grabber got on top of Vance and was about to put the knife deep into his skin. Vance got out from his grip he had on him. Vance turned around and LIT the grabbers clothes on fire with his cig lighter. He watched as he ran around the house screaming his lungs out.

Vance continued to look for exits seeing that it was a lock on the door. He ran back downstairs and quickly grabbed the top of the toilet. He ran back up to see the grabber trying to pour water all over his body. Vance laughed. He went to the door and started banging the toilet lid on the lock to break it off. It came off. Right when vance opened the door the grabber jumped on him. Making them both fall on the ground "You just won't fucking quit" Vance yelled.

The neighbors must have called the cops from the grabbers screams when he was on fire because vance seen the cops zooming down the block along with loud sirens. The grabber let go of Vance and he quickly got up. Vance punched the grabber in the face and spat on him. He ran towards the sirens. The grabber just sat there and let it happen. He knew this was the end for him. He stayed in the same spot with his skin and mask melted. The cop cars stopped in front of the house and the officers all rushed out.

They pulled the grabber from the porch by his arms and threw him into the backseat. Vance got into another cop car. The cops started asking him questions but vance tuned him out and looked out the window at the houses they passed by. Soon they dropped him off at the police station where his mom waited for him in a chair. She immediately walked to him when she seen him.

"My baby" she yelled with dark eye bags around her eyes. She looked like she hadn't had sleep in a few days and cried a few times before he arrived.

Vance stayed quiet. He tried to hold it all up but need up letting his tears roll out on to her shirt. He hugged her tightly not letting go. They both sat there in the middle of the police department just hugging and crying.

"love you mom" Vance mumbles

"I love you too" His mom replied in between sobs