The Blue Door (Van McCann Fanfiction)

Van: That's When I Lose It

I hadn't hang up the phone. And I was glad that Brynn didn't either. Although Brynn's voice was faint, I could still listen to her slurring and mumbling but I couldn't quite figure out what she was saying. I just knew she wasn't in the washroom anymore because I could listen to the faint sound of music playing in the background. I looked out the window of the taxi and saw the traffic was still heavy. Our vehicle was barely moving.

"That fucker spiked her drink!" I cursed, burying my head in my palms.

"Is there anyone there that we could call? Like her friends or somebody you know?" Larry asked when he saw me panicking.

"I don't have their numbers," I sighed heavily, wishing that I did. "Brynn said she was with her friends. I hope they are still there, though."

"What's the fastest way to get to Jefferson Street?" Bondy asked the taxi driver.

"But the looks of it, by foot is your only option. As you can see, we are barely moving," said the man behind the wheels.

"How far away is the bar from here?" I asked the man, eager to open the door in the middle of the traffic congestion, while still listening on Brynn over the phone. I could still hear the faint sound of music being played, which was a good sign. At least she was still in the bar.

"About seven blocks away."

"Okay. By foot it is." I told Larry and Bondy. "Call the lads, I can't hang up on Brynn. I bet they are already near since they left earlier than us."

Bondy immediately called Bob and explained the entire situation to him. Bob told him that they are just a couple of blocks away, which I was so thankful for. Bondy then instructed the lads to go and find Brynn, while the three of us ran as fast as we could to get to Bizarre.

"Brynn, are you still there?" I tried my luck calling her name, but I could only hear the sound of her phone being shuffled inside of her purse and the faint sound music playing at the bar.

"I've never run this far in my life. I think I kinda like this," Bondy joked, obviously trying to lighten me up.

"I am not fit for this kind of shit, mate," Larry said while desperately trying to gasp for oxygen, as he was slowing down.

"No time to stop, Larry!" I reminded him, although I was too beginning to feel like I was lacking oxygen. Bondy managed to make me laugh when he made his way in front of me, running like he was in some kind of marathon, with his hips swaying.

"You're natural at this, Bond!" I laughed.

"I... hate this! I hate everything about this!" Larry complained.

"I know. But we gotta go save my girl, mate."

"Your girl, is she still there?" Bondy asked, pointing at my phone in my grip.

"Oh, yeah!" I suddenly remembered that Brynn was still on the line. "Brynn! Brynn! Can you hear me?" I stopped running when I realized that the music from the bar stopped playing.

"Shit!"

"What is it?" Larry asked, his breaths were unsteady.

"I can no longer hear the music," I told both of the lads.

"Okay. And that means......" Bondy snapped his head.

"That means she is no longer inside the bar!"

Bondy's phone then started to ring. "It's Blakeway," he told me.

"Hello, me love! Uh-oh... you talk to him," Bondy said, handing his phone to me.

"Yes, Benji." I swallowed.