Post by Krähe on Dec 28, 2018 20:53:54 GMT -5
The phone rang loudly in the silence of the neat cozy home, yet there was no one rushing to answer it despite the many residents of Mercy House. It wasn’t surprising though as the time was 3 am, and everyone in the house had long since settled into bed. The caller didn't mind the lack of answer, as it was a call that was never meant to be answered.
The ringing stops and the old school answering machine clicks on.
“Mom, it's me Zach. I know you're asleep, and maybe I am a coward for calling this way, but it's easier...I just wanted you to know that I got the postcard, and I love you. Merry Christmas, it won't always be like this, but don't call back. By the time you hear this message this phone will be destroyed. I-”
Whatever else he was about to say was cut off by the machine. Everyone always thinks they have enough time until they don't.
As soon as the call clicked off Krähe had no problem finding the strength to crush it to pieces with his foot after dropping it to the ground.
He quickly shouldered his last bag, while heading out the door leaving nothing behind. His hotel had already been paid for in advance with cash.
His secondary phone was already sliding into his hand, and within minutes he was behind the wheel of a new black rental car. After texting Munin his new address he dropped the next to him, and suddenly hammered away at his steering will with unbridled rage.
The windows fogged from his exertion, before he stopped to weakly rest his head against the wheel.
In a perfect world the bad deeds are punished, and the good are rewarded. This wasn't a perfect world though, and Krähe had learned the hard way that every deed had a payment. Some deeds just took more than other, and often it was the good deeds that had the most unforseen devastating prices. Then again maybe it was all a matter of perspective. Honestly he was too tired to even try to figure it out.
So he took a deep breath and started the ignition, the gentle purr of the engine smoothing at least some of the edges, though it wasn't the same as his own vehicle.
Pandora kicked through the speakers a few moments after the car started, and he had to chuckle at the universes ironic humor. Elvis was crooning “Blue Christmas”, and he couldn't find it in himself to change it. He could relate.
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The ringing stops and the old school answering machine clicks on.
“Mom, it's me Zach. I know you're asleep, and maybe I am a coward for calling this way, but it's easier...I just wanted you to know that I got the postcard, and I love you. Merry Christmas, it won't always be like this, but don't call back. By the time you hear this message this phone will be destroyed. I-”
Whatever else he was about to say was cut off by the machine. Everyone always thinks they have enough time until they don't.
As soon as the call clicked off Krähe had no problem finding the strength to crush it to pieces with his foot after dropping it to the ground.
He quickly shouldered his last bag, while heading out the door leaving nothing behind. His hotel had already been paid for in advance with cash.
His secondary phone was already sliding into his hand, and within minutes he was behind the wheel of a new black rental car. After texting Munin his new address he dropped the next to him, and suddenly hammered away at his steering will with unbridled rage.
The windows fogged from his exertion, before he stopped to weakly rest his head against the wheel.
In a perfect world the bad deeds are punished, and the good are rewarded. This wasn't a perfect world though, and Krähe had learned the hard way that every deed had a payment. Some deeds just took more than other, and often it was the good deeds that had the most unforseen devastating prices. Then again maybe it was all a matter of perspective. Honestly he was too tired to even try to figure it out.
So he took a deep breath and started the ignition, the gentle purr of the engine smoothing at least some of the edges, though it wasn't the same as his own vehicle.
Pandora kicked through the speakers a few moments after the car started, and he had to chuckle at the universes ironic humor. Elvis was crooning “Blue Christmas”, and he couldn't find it in himself to change it. He could relate.
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