stars (phan)

Chapter 9

There was a knock at the door.

A knock that sent vibrations through the whole house and shivers race up and down Phil's back.

The kind of knock that left you wondering who would be knocking now

Who could it possibly be

But it was a knock

And it made phil feel uneasy.

He stood up from the cupboard, halfway through making lunch and walked hesitantly to the large wooden door. A pastel green coloured door that had the paint peeling around the edges. He turned the rusted handle and pulled with as much force as he could. The bottom of the door scraping on the ground.

A tall man stood at the opening, a little shorter than Phil. He held a large bag in his left and he looked in his late teenage years. He had a rippling scar run across his cheek that started from the bottom of his eye to the edge of his jaw.

"Hello?" Phil somewhat asked, curiosity dripping from his tone.

The man just blinked, extending his arm so the bag was pressed to Phil's chest before dropping it at his feet and getting on his bike behind him, peddling of as quick as possible.

Phil picked up the bag, the rough material scratching his fingertips,

"DAN?" He called out, twisting his body to face the doorway to the hall.

"MMHM?" the answer was drawn out, echoing through the room and Dans small frame appeared, a puzzled look planted on his face.

~

They sat cross-legged, opposite each other with the mysterious bag between them.

"You first." Dan offered.

Phil nodded, zipping open the bag to reveal a large collection of goods.

"There's a note" Dan said quickly, pointing to a folded piece of paper neatly placed on top.

Hello,

This is a bag of goods should suit perfectly to your needs. Use them wisely.

The writing was curvy and scribbly, obviously written in a hurry and Phil had trouble reading it out to Dan, squinting to try and get a better look.

"Open it!" Dan said, excitement bubbling over and dimples appearing on his cheeks.

Phil rummaged through the bag.

There was a transparent plastic container which held a large pack of batteries.

Three packets of matches and a green lighter, still in plastic packaging.

There was a white, small plastic container, each side labeled with 'L' and 'R' and Phil knew what this was instantly. He let a small giggle escape his lips, opening the new container of contacts, which he definitely needed new ones of.

There was two large, thick jumpers, that were definitely one too many sizes big for both men.

Seven white wax candles.

And...

Phils hands stopped. His heart in his mouth.

And two, fully loaded guns.

He picked them up with shaky hands, fingers fumbling with the cold pistols, his eyes meeting Dan's with a worried look.

"What is it?" Dan asked, almost too quiet to hear but his breath got caught in his throat as he saw the two weapons clasped in Phil's hands.

Guns.

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sorry for such a short crappy chapter, writers block sucks woopee