The Call of the Void

The Call of the Void- Chapter 14- Flatline, Flatline

“Tonight? Are you serious?”

Ze has been talking into Aleks' ear all morning since Aleks shared his plans for the night. The tension from yesterday has been all but forgotten and, suddenly, Ze is all for sticking around with Aleks until the end. It might have to do with the fact that Aleks plans on ending it all today.

“Yes, for the love of God, Ze. I'm serious. James dies tonight.”, Aleks sips at his Pepsi with a roll of his eyes. “You know, some people might question why you're so excited for someone to die. At least when other people are excited about it, it's because they get some girl or a shit ton of money. You? You're just in this because it means you can get away from me.”

Ze looks down to the surface of the island sheepishly. “Well, I miss home too. You can't entirely blame me.”, Ze lifts his head again, eyes gleaming with excitement, “How you gonna do it? You gonna stab him? Shoot him? Snipe him from the nearest building? Suffocate him in his sleep? Kidnap him and bring him to some ditch somewhere and cut off every single one of his limbs one by one and-”

“Jesus Christ, Ze!”, Aleks exclaims, “You're fucking sadistic.”

“Why do you think I came with you? I had to get something out of it. These murder scenes are all that has me interested.”

Aleks rolls his eyes again. “Just leave me alone for the rest of the day. And start packing. We're leaving as soon as I come home.”

Ze nods enthusiastically. Aleks finishes up his drink and leaves Ze and the can on the counter to depart for his room. As he walks to his room, he runs his fingers through his hair. His nerves are starting to get to him even though, according to his plan, he's still hours away from the kill. It might have to do with the fact that this guy is semi-close to him. It has to do with the fact that he's tearing up some more relationships and friendships just because he's getting paid a handsome amount of cash. It's not his usual MO; he's sort of out of his element here.

When he gets to his room, he wastes no time falling to his bed stomach first. He closes his eyes among impact with the mattress and sighing deeply. He needs to calm down; get high or drunk or something. Just something to take the edge off. He hasn't actually gotten drunk or high since he killed Tiffany. He was pretty self destructive during that relationship mostly because she was such a hassle to deal with. He had sworn of the self destructive habits with the death of Tiffany, but e wouldn't mind maybe picking on of them up again. Maybe not both. He's not feeling that shitty... yet.

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand again. He remembered to charge it this time, so he has to stay close to the wall to use it. No texts or calls from Eddie. Aleks can't say he's not concerned. Eddie's never one to not call people back. Most of the time he does it within seconds of the original call. He types Eddie's number and presses the speaker phone button so he doesn't really have to hold his phone. He places it on the sheets right next to him and closes his eyes, listening to the rings. They're muffled as hell because his phone speaker absolutely sucks, but it eventually goes to Eddie's voicemail for the second day in a row.

Aleks sighs as Eddie's voicemail plays. Where the hell is he? His message ends with a giggle and then Aleks hears the beep. “Hey Eddie, I've been trying to call you for two days. Gimmie a call when you get this. Bye.” It's short and sweet. That's sort of how he deals with things.