NO CALLER ID - brallon

v 5.0

"Verlie Brito and Dominic Tovar, you know them, guys?" Brendon asked in the group call.

"Not familiar with the names, Bread."

"Na-da, why ask? Is it because of the spooky caller?"

Once Spencer said that, Ian and he went on a tangent about it. Ian had the freaky theories and Spencer had the more reasonable ones. Word about aliens from Ian and a murder from Spencer. How are they even friends?

"Guys," Brendon called for their attention and still they continued theorizing.

"Guys!" Then they decided to shut up.

"Yeah?" The two boys said in unison.

"Help me, look, I presented you the facts. The recent code is asking me to kill two people! Two strangers who I have no idea what they have done!" Brendon clutched the boxed gun in his hand and his phone in the other.

"Okay, Bread, calm the fuck down, look, if someone's asking you to kill, there's a reason, right? Maybe this guy is asking you to kill those two because they've done wrong!"

"Ian, you can't just kill for no reason! Killing isn't a good idea in any situation! Brendon, you can't do this! You can't go out and find these people then kill them because some anonymous asshole said so!" Spencer argued.

"Spencer, you don't even know what those people did or who they are! They could be pedophiles, murderers, or I don't know, aliens!" Ian countered back.

"Keep believing your alien bullshit, idiot." Spencer huffed.

"Yeah, I'll keep doing so until I die!" Ian shouted then receded. The conversation was heated and Brendon didn't even do anything! Ian and Spencer were completely useless in helping him with the choice given in his hand.

He hung up when the two had started up their banter again. Brendon put his phone  on the desk, his eyes on the lockbox. He unlocked it and pulled out the gun.

It was new and shiny, the light from the desk lamp made it look like it was something from kings and queens.

Verlie Brito and Dominic Tovar, those names sounded off. He looked those names up on the internet and found out something grave.

"Brito and Tovar broke out of prison, once  more!" Brendon's eyes widen as the article went on about the two have multiple crimes on their records. Murders, selling and buying drugs, robberies, and others as well. He felt an anger rise in him. No wonder the caller asked him to kill them, they're criminals and he doesn't know why these two guys matter so much to this person.

How come these names weren't big? Well, Brendon doesn't watch the news very often, so, he wouldn't know.

Problem was, where would he find these people? They were criminals and they most likely were good at being hidden.

He stood up and paced his bedroom, thinking about where they could be. Even though, he had no clue to where they could be close to.

In ten minutes, he was on the verge of giving up but he looked at his desk to find that picture of him and his friend. Brendon took the picture and held it out, Brendon knew that he wouldn't want him to give up.

He's had a lot of mixed feelings toward the photographed friend. And now that he never called, texted, or talked to him, Brendon will never get to confess to him.

It hurt every time that thought came around.

His phone lit up and vibrated on the desk.

"No Caller ID is calling..."

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Oof, this chapter felt a little off for me, it felt kinda rushed and shit (I really love writing Spencer and Ian's banter, though?? It just kinda got rushed at the end, forgive me.) sorry! I've been moody and stressed for a few days or so, but hey, good news! We're moving the plot along, story seems shorter than I thought. I'll see you next time! Love you! <3