NO CALLER ID - brallon

v 8.0

Brendon was closer than he was to the hideout of the criminals but he hadn't killed them yet. He waited for them to be completely quiet. Once they were, he assumed they had fallen asleep.

He turned on his phone and the flashlight that came with it. Brendon lowered how bright the light would be to the lowest setting possible.

With that, he began a little walk toward their hideout. He shined the light slowly in front of him and realizing there was a small wooden, broken down, cabin standing there. About two trees had grown into it and greenery, such as moss and leaves were attached to the old wooden planks.

There was no door or windows, only craved out holes to represent the idea of such objects. Brendon poked his head through the window and saw two bodies on the floor, sharing a blanket. The pace of the two figures breathing indicated they were asleep.

Perfect.

Before he acted, he had thought, how quick he had to do this. Brendon needed to act fast before the other who will have to be awake by then, acted.

He walked into the cabin and stood at the girl, named Verlie. She looked peaceful when she was asleep. Dark long hair thrown around on the floor, which didn't seem like a clever idea. Around him, he can see beer bottles and the smell of drugs around. That reminded him a lot of Ian's room.

He brought out his gun and pointed it right at the woman's forehead. Brendon hesitated to shoot her, a small shred of guilt found it's way into his mind. His finger was on the trigger, pulled back a bit.

A hand swept past his exposed ankle causing him to react by shooting the female's head and waking the man up.

"What the fuck?!" A gruffy voice cursed and Brendon turned around to see Dominic awake. His blue eyes bubbled with an anger as looked over the dead woman's body.

"Did you just...fucking kill her?" He whispered and Brendon saw his hand inching toward for something under the covers.

Out of fear, he froze in place, not being able to shoot the lone criminal.

"You're gonna pay for this, boy." Dominic coldly stated and tripped Brendon's balance. The fear that froze him had disappeared and he attempted to act quickly.

Dominic shakily stood up, loading his gun that he kept next to him, just in case. Brendon rose his hand and aimed for Dominic's head. He pulled the trigger but the fugitive was quick to dodge his bullet. This gave a little time for Brendon to stand up. 

"I'm not an easy target like the beer bottles on the floor here, little kid." Dominic struck a punch for Brendon's face, which made it, leaving the brown-eyed boy with a bloody nose and back on the floor.

Brendon tried to kick his chest and actually made it! Dominic doubled over and Brendon took the chance to shoot for his head.

He pulled the trigger and the bullet made it through. The last standing criminal fell onto the wooden floor and a call had been received through Brendon's phone. 

"No Caller ID is calling..."

He picked up the phone and held it near his ear after he wiped his bleeding nose.

The voice spoke with a clearer and amused voice, although, it didn't sound like their actual voice. There was still some distortion there but very little distortion. The weird part was, they sounded like they were just outside. Crickets and the soft wind behind their voice.

"I can't believe you did such a thing for me."

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Oh, cod! This story might becoming to an end soon and I'm really sad to see it go! I hope this small story has been an adventure of sorts! Love you all! <3