NO CALLER ID - brallon

v 4.0

"Maybe you should buy a gun?" Said a voice through Brendon's phone.

"Buy a gun? I know where you're coming from but what am I going to do with the gun, Spence?" Brendon questioned.

"The message read 'As soon as you get your gun.', right? You should buy a gun and see what happens after." Spencer, one of Brendon's good pals, advised.

"You're saying...I'll buy a gun and see if that weird caller calls again?" Brendon summed up with a little bit of skepticism in his voice.

"What else do you have to go off on? After what you told me, it seems like this mysterious person is asking you to find them and bring a gun with you. Now, don't ask me why you need a gun, I know a lot things but this is something I don't know. They sound like they're in a state of panic, fear, and confusion. The best thing you can do is take their offer for your help." Spencer spoke like he had the answers to the universe to Brendon's ears. He's truly one of the most knowledgeable people Brendon knows.

"Alright, I'll take your advice and buy a pistol or something." Brendon decided to go with the plan since what else could he do? He could have ignored this mystery but he doesn't want these calls for the rest of his life, so, he'll go with the latter.

"Give me the details once you're done, okay?"

"Gotcha, thanks for the help, Spence, see ya, love ya." He hung up and searched up for the nearest gun store around the town. Once he found a location called, Cabela's and it was only fifteen minutes away from his condo. Brendon then looked up "how to buy a gun" before going out to go get one. It was simple, sign a few forms verifying your citizenship and there you go, you get your gun.

Also, he decided to look up which gun he would buy, he doesn't want to seem inexperienced. For his final choice, he chose to buy a 9mm Desert Eagle handgun. The prices were fair for the gun he was buying, it was about seven or eight hundred dollars. And he also has to buy the magazines and ammunition, he's spending a little too much today, but it'll worth it, hopefully.

Off he goes, to Cabela's at one o'clock.

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"Sign these forms, sir." The clerk asked, handing him papers and a pen. The Desert Eagle was on the glass counter, in its lockbox, which looked and was very protective.

In about five minutes, Brendon owned this gun and thanked the clerk for the help. He made his way out of the store and into his car. He set the box in the cup holder and started up the car whilst of doing so, his phone went off.

His hands quickly pull it out of his pockets, thinking it was the unknown transmitter, however, it was just Spencer.

"Hey, so, did you get your gun? And if so, did anything happen?" Spencer sounded eager and he hasn't sounded like that in a while.

"Yeah, I got it, it's a pretty nice gun but no sign of the-" His sentence was cut off by his phone receiving a call from "No Caller ID is calling..."

Speak of the damn devil.

"Hold on Spencer, they're calling, I'll leave you on hold." He put him on hold and picked up the other line.

"I s-see you've got your g-gun. Kill...them." The voice sounded more clear, it sounded like a man, he talked with more confidence than the last two calls. There was no ringing, no static, and no voices repeating his words. Instead, when he said that phrase, the last word of each sentence echoed.

"Who-" Brendon was about to speak but the unknown caller spoke again.

"For me...kill them! For me, Bren-" His words started off angry and spiraled into desperation. The call was cut off by a static before the man had said his name.

That was the scary part, this person knows his name.

They know his name.

They said his name. Well, almost.

The call ended on its own and then the texts came back.

"...- . .-. .-.. .. . / -... .-. .. - --- / .- -. -.. / -.. --- -- .. -. .. -.-. / - --- ...- .- .-. --..-- / . .-.. .. -- .. -. .- - . / - .... . -- .-.-.-"

This spam of morse code was much more frantic and they came in like crashing waves. Whoever this person was, they seemed very dependent on Brendon to carry out their task.

And Brendon doesn't like all that responsibility on his shoulders. However, this problem appeared grave and he was going to do it for whoever this may be.

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WhOOop, the feeling when you spend more time on your secondary account than your main ( a-neon-bike-ride ) Smh,,,

Anyways, I hope you guys are still interested, also, forgive me for updating late at night, it's one where I live right now so... Have a lovely day or whenever you may be reading this! Love you a whole lot! <33