The Number You have Dialed

Ninth Scenario

While he was walking, I was sitting down after the smash. Keep removing blood before staining my uniform.

"Hey! You're not safe!"

He turn next to me, in back of him saying "Shut up fool! Or I'm gonna wreck you down again. More than what you receive there. Hahahaha." And he raised me a dirty finger with his both hands and he walk again, like a bouncing ball walking. Eating those food he bought.

Then after this things, a call on my phone. It rings. I never expect someone than the Killer. Is there a time?

"So this what vengeance look like?" He asked then he continue on what he talking about, "Hey hey hey. Had you see the store on another side? The coffee shop there?" And I look with full burst heartbeat, searching for what he said. And there is the, Paul Brewmaster. He said again,

"Look on the roof." Then I look on the place he detailed.

And,

Des-paired.

What the . . . There he is, with the mask of Virtuoso. A mask like the Vendetta. The face of revenge! And he said after that,

"Look to the fat guy."

Then I look filled with frightened . . .

"Bang." He said. The next . . .

And Carl is like a dead ox lying on the sidewalk. Shot by a hunter twice, one in his big abdomen and one on the head. It's almost noontime. And the blast of the bullet stop the Earth's rotation. Ugh! He brings the hell here. And my eye's burst with tears after I see the past things. I scream because I'm terrified!

My heart beat fast and going faster. Nervously, paralyze! This is gore! At the second time. I can't use my knees to stand because of terrified events. People around the site runs to hide—like actions done on Benjo's death. I turn again my head, looking where the killer hide. And he is no more there. Vanished quickly.

"This is all, my wrong move. What I've done? Benjo and Carl are dead. Killed in front of my very eyes."

And he call again after beating his second subject.

"What's up? I do the promise that I will avenge you. I saw how he hits you. It makes me mad so I hit him twice,"He added, "Carl is history."

"Then stop what you swear. Please. In the sake of me and people around me." I begged. I beg at my best.

"If I let them, they will continue hurting you, dude." He complain. Beech! Beech! What the hell to do!?

"Let me avenge on other way but not on killing. Not like this." I keep my voice calm and understandable, "Please stop."

But he strongly said with disagree, "I won't break a promise. Another duck to be hunt." Then he end the call. I stood a sidewalk then run away. Away from Carl's dead body which crowd starting to look upon his corpse.