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OOC: Right-y-o I am now switching this from the all seeing third person narrator, to the perspective of Ryan Lee...I hop it works.
The scene is Blood Of Wecz office, Dime Studios, Edinburgh.
The number you have called is currently unavailable...it repeats again and again, taunting me...
I drop the phone to the floor as a mixture of fear, white hot and cutting and a dull, sickening dread battle for room in my abdomen.
I run from the office and I can't help myself, tears start flowing, glistening on my cheeks as they just keep coming...I get outside the office and I'm sick on the pavement outside...as I stand doubled over, Santi comes over and puts his arm on my back, sweat making my tshirt stick to it...
I push his arm away and stand up, my mind is racing, and I stand with my hands on my head, I really don't know what to do.
All of a sudden, a ray of light flashes into my mind...it might not be him! But the phone...? Maybe he's at the movies! Maybe he's just not in the mood or any band talk on holiday! maybe there's someone el...
I get another lightning bolt of fear across the chest as another sick realisation enters my head...if it's not Scott, and it's not Alex, and it's not any of us here, that only leaves one other guy...Eirik!
My Swedish best friend who had quit Blood Of Wecz under extreme stress around the time Alex was booted... gentle giant of a man who was so badly effected by all of the bullshit that he quit...what if someone shot him? No onw could be that cruel...but Eirik was so trusting...
I start to cry again...and suddenly I believe that it must be Eirik, there's no way Scott would get himself involved with someone so dangerous that they'd shoot him! But Eirik...he'd been living in the states, and he was too likely to get involved in something for only the right reasons...the tears stream and I sob out loud..."No! No! Fuck...Eirik...please no man! No!"
My ranting is interrupted by an excited Mark Talley, as he runs from the office, beaming from ear to ear, and with his phone held out in front of him, showing me the screen...
One Missed Call...Scott
For a second, I feel elated, Scott was ok, did this mean that it was Eirik though? My dread returns almost as quickly as the joy had done previously....and I breathe slowly...I look at Mark, and start to tell him about the new realisation I have...but...he keeps smiling at me...I'm telling him that a man who was a great friend is dead, and he's smiling...the further I get into the tale, the more he beams and grins...and then I snap...
"Fuck you! What the fuck are you smiling at you horrible cunt?" I snap, and hurl myself towards him, fists flailing...just before I punch his square in the face, I feel Santi grabbing me by the legs, and i fall to the ground, he holds me down....much bigger than me, and I can't move...my anger doesn't subside though and i continue to scream at Mark, and spit in his direction...
He kneels on the ground beside me "look man, Im sorry for smiling...it's just...well just before Scott rang and I missed the call...well an email came through from Eirik...he wont tell us where he is, or who he's with, but he just wanted to ask if it was true that someone from the band had died...he thinks it's Alex..."
I calm down almost immediately and stare at Mark..."So he's ok! And Scott's ok?Jesus Christ, oh shit...YES!" A glow of pure, unadulterated joy washes from head to foot...my two friends, whose very life I had been worried sick about, were both alive and well! I hug Santi as I jump to my feet and I laugh. I grab Mark by the shoulders...
"I'm sorry for that man! I was fucking scared though you know?" I hug him tightly "I know man, its cool, all that matters is that everyone's ok!" Santi joins the band hug, and the three of us chuckle slightly as the worry and stress just drains away...a feeling of elation, rising from our feet to our heads, a warm feeling, and we can't help but smile so widely...as the band hug continues...
mark's phone rings again...INCOMING...SCOTT
He looks at me and smiles, I look at Santi and smile, and we all three burst out laughing..."well answer it then!" I say to mark, patience not even an issue now..."You answer it man, Scott's your best bud!"
I take the phone from Mark, and hesitate slightly, before pushing the answer button, and hardly being able to contain myself as I shout..."Hey ya dick! You had us all worried fuckin shitless...hahaha...hey man, how's the holiday?" I wait for a second, and hear a slight sigh...
An American voice, with a slight tremble comes through the phone, confusing me slightly..."Sir, can you please confirm your name?"
"Ryan Lee," I say, and where's Scott?"
"And sir can you confirm that you know the holder of the contract on this mobile device? And that you called the device ten minutes ago?"
"Ummm...yes, what the fuck? Where's Scott?"
"Mr Lee, my name is Detective Joe Barnes of the Pennsylvania Police Department...I'm afraid that your friend...well he was found last week...your friend has been one victim of a double murder Mr Lee...we need you to come to the States and identify the body..."
A feeling I can't describe enters my body...this is the first time that this is actually reality, and a numbness touches all of my limbs...my internal organs all sear with pain simultaneously....and I vomit, three...four...five times in a row...and all of a sudden...everything blacks out... |
