"We're all the lost generation of kids of one that came before us and now, we've gotta finish what they couldn't."
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To which Mavis Henderson only cared about keeping a certain Carpenter girl safe. While trying to keep her...
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Tara's eyes widened in visible panic, her throat went dry as she registered what the killer had said. "What?" Her voice spoke in a quivering tone. The voice on the other line just chuckled as the only other sounds were ones that she could only imagine were ones of struggle.
She immediately hung the phone slamming it on the counter of the kitchen island, her chest heaved in an uneven manner as fear was laced all through out her body. Panic. She was having a panic attack and Mavis wasn't there to help comfort her.
Mavis. WHERE THE FUCK WAS MAVIS?! Panic and Anxiety reflected through her dark brown eyes. Tara scrambled looking for her phone, immediately locking all the doors. Systems Armed. She clicked on the girls contact before her fingers hovered over the white keys.
As she sat helplessly against the cabinet with her knees to her chest, she grabbed a hold of her phone quickly sending a text as a whimper left her lips. Her eyes darting back and forth between the back door and the windows, her breathing picked up once more once she heard the home phone ring. Her attention going to her phone as she felt it vibrate.
Amber You should answer it
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she stared down at the text, trying to calm her shaking while her breathing was still unsteady and uneven. The landline still ring and vibrating on the kitchen island.
Tara How did you know my landline was ringing? Amber?
Tara stared down at her phone intensely, the next response she got from Amber sent a chill down her spine.
Amber This isn't Amber Answer the fucking phone or Mavis gets it.
The shorter girl shot up from the somewhat safe spot on the ground and immediately rushed to the phone. "This is fucking funny Amber." She whisper yelled, anxiety evident in her voice. Her eyes widened in fear at the new voice "My partners tied up a bit at the moment but like he told you, this isn't Amber. You could call me Mickey, pretty fitting name for your soon to be killer."
A look of pure terror was written all of the brunette's face as she listened to the killer let out a deep chuckle. Her phone chimed. A link sent from Amber's contact number. Tara's lips trembling in fear as to what the link would show. "Click on it!"
She let out a small whimper, a tear rolling down her cheek. She clicked the blue link, her hand shaking. "Mavis was looking particularly fetching tonight. Who knew that catching her at a empty gas station could tear down her walls." Tara could just hear the grin on Mickey's voice.
Tara tilted her head, her anxiety spiking every second that the killer kept her on the phone. The video kept playing over and over, teasing her almost daring her to come and save Mavis, but at what cost? Mickey wanted to toy with her to see just how far she could make it. "What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth.
