"well," you said, voice even and almost bored. "well?" the voice prompted from the other end of the phone. "there's two simple reasons i'm not scared." you glanced out the curtains idly, noting how the night sky turning the tips of trees blue. "and those are?" the person was growing impatient on the other end, practically spitting his words through the receiver. "one: i can see pretty well in the dark." you shifted then, drawing out your dominant hand from where it had been tucked under your arm. "two: i have a gun." the line went dead. ☏︎ this story is an au of sorts to my other story, scratch marks. ☏ ︎the story does not take place within the realm. ☏ ︎reading the other story is not needed, this story is independent ☏ warnings: blood, gore, death, stalking, firearms, sexual content (descriptive)