Mine - Vance Hopper (The Black Phone)

- This is it -

Vance continued banging on the door in anger, his fists colliding with the wood in a ragefull manor.

Vance was furious. He doesn't think he's ever felt such hatred towards someone he's only just met. He was like a hurricane. A spiral of emotion. All he could think about was her. She was his number one priority right now and this guy is the only thing in his way.

This man has his girl.

And he's going to get her back.

He continues kicking and slamming down on the wood, yelling at the man to come out.

The sky was getting darker and darker by the second, grey clouds flooding their way into the town as a wall of rain follows along with it.

Each droplet followed after the other, running through the area like a stampede. The once dry ground was bombarded with rain and soon those rain droplets covered over the whole town. Vance looked out at the sky, the sound of thunder breaking his focus for a split second before hes back to banging on the door.

The door is pulled open causing Vance to accidently pull himself forward as the barrier he was banging on was no longer present.

The grabber slams the door behind him, a loud echo ringing through the room.

"You're a naughty boy." The grabbers deep rusty voice grumbles, locking both the padlock on the storm door and the handle lock on the normal door.

Vance is quick to steady himself, spinning to face the taller man. Vance looks down for a split second at the shine of metal, gulping lightly when he spots a knife in the man's hands.

Clenching his jaw, Vance raises his fists readying himself. He knew what he was going up against and he's willing to do whatever it takes.

"Bring it. Bitch."

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Gwen and Finn bike down the road, the rain forcing the two to squint their eyes in order to have clearer vision of what was ahead of them.

"C'mon! This way!" Gwen yells and her brother nods, following behind.

She had called the detectives and told them about the house, telling them the address as well.

The had told the two to meet them there, incase Marilyn needed some sort of support when being found.

Finney was the person to call her father. Probably the hardest conversation he's ever had. Who knows the condition Marilyn was in.

The two bike through the cold, the wind blowing their jackets behind them as the already flooding streets splash rain up onto their pants.

Finney watches Gwen closely, making sure she doesn't hurt herself or slip over, but it was too late before she let out a loud scream, slipping on the road.

"Gwen!" Finney yells, quickly jumping off his bike and running to his sister.

Gwen's head shoots up, staring at the empty area infront of her. She had another vision.

Finney kneels down to her level, grabbing her arms and helping her from the wet concrete. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Gwen mutters, still keeping her gaze forward incase the boys she spotted might pop up again.