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Through Bricks and Bones
#WritcoStoryPrompt4
The email he has received today is marked urgent. But it's from a friend who died two years ago. Marco Martinez. Stephen tried his best to forget about the mistakes and regrets of his troublesome Sophomore year, but it kept bouncing back to him. He exhaled sharply as he put his hand over his mouth. Before pressing delete, he grew curious of what possible internet troll could be pestering him and opened the email.
"DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS MESSAGE OR DIRE CONSEQUENCES WILL OCCUR!
You honestly think two years will magically wash away your sins?! You think you can just forget about me JUST LIKE THAT?! Meet me at the junkyard in at a quarter past five so you'll remember and repent! It's best not to be late; Erika is dying to see you.
Through bricks and bones,
Marco."
Stephen's breath shook hastily. He frantically shook his head and texted Erika to see if she's fine. No response. Erika is off work around this time and normally spends time on her phone. He texted her again. No response. Several repetitive texts and a few calls later, Erika still hasn't responded. Feeling the weight of the room closing in on him and his heart jolting out his chest, he frustratingly screams and throws his phone across the room. With his heads on his head, he tried maintaining his breathing while trying to make sense of the situation.
"H...how the hell is this possible?"
Stephen rubbed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead as intrusive and unpredictable thoughts raced through his mind. In a manner of panic, he dashed out the house and hopped on his bicycle .
The time was 5:15 and Marco and Erika were yet to be seen. Stephen covered his mouth and nose from the wretched stench of the burnt tires. In a gasp for air, he called out Marco and Erika's name both and forth, desperate for a response. The calling came to a sudden halt when Stephen stared sickly at a frightening sight. In front of one of damaged vehicles was a severed leg with a blue heel. A blue heel eerily similar to that of Erika. Stephen's lip quivered in a shaky breath as he fell to his knees. Staring the disturbing scene much longer, he abruptly puked as tears flooded down his chin and onto the ground. He panted and sniffed as slowly clutched his knuckles and belted out ferious scream.
His scream echoed throughout the entire junkyard, leaving an aftermath of empty silence in response. Covering his face with his hands, Stephen sobbed terribly. Erika Blancher. The girl of his dreams. His shooting star throughout the darkened night. Gone forever. Amongst his sobbing were footsteps coming from behind the car and slowly approaching in front of Stephen. "Well, shoot me down and call me Bambi! You came early".
The familiar voice strucked great fear into Stephen's heart, making him cease his sobbing and slowly looked up to a black-hooded Mexican teen with a bloody axe in his hand. "You know, it's actually funny how you arrived late when your best friend was in grave danger, but early when it's your girlfriend! Comes to show you really are a load of shit!"
Stephen stared astoundingly at the hooded-boy with tears still dripping from his eyes. "M...M...Marco?"
"Yep! And I've never been deader! I'm here to carry out some unfinished business. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Through fire and coal. Through bricks and bones".
Stephen didn't even try forming a sentence and just wept as he held his head down. Marco gripped the axe tightly with a sinister grin and held it over Stephen's head. Stephen continued to weep, squinting his eyes tightly for his impact of the blade. The last words Stephen will ever hear are word he'll never comprehend.
"Adios, cerdo desleal".
© JebWorks
The email he has received today is marked urgent. But it's from a friend who died two years ago. Marco Martinez. Stephen tried his best to forget about the mistakes and regrets of his troublesome Sophomore year, but it kept bouncing back to him. He exhaled sharply as he put his hand over his mouth. Before pressing delete, he grew curious of what possible internet troll could be pestering him and opened the email.
"DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS MESSAGE OR DIRE CONSEQUENCES WILL OCCUR!
You honestly think two years will magically wash away your sins?! You think you can just forget about me JUST LIKE THAT?! Meet me at the junkyard in at a quarter past five so you'll remember and repent! It's best not to be late; Erika is dying to see you.
Through bricks and bones,
Marco."
Stephen's breath shook hastily. He frantically shook his head and texted Erika to see if she's fine. No response. Erika is off work around this time and normally spends time on her phone. He texted her again. No response. Several repetitive texts and a few calls later, Erika still hasn't responded. Feeling the weight of the room closing in on him and his heart jolting out his chest, he frustratingly screams and throws his phone across the room. With his heads on his head, he tried maintaining his breathing while trying to make sense of the situation.
"H...how the hell is this possible?"
Stephen rubbed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead as intrusive and unpredictable thoughts raced through his mind. In a manner of panic, he dashed out the house and hopped on his bicycle .
The time was 5:15 and Marco and Erika were yet to be seen. Stephen covered his mouth and nose from the wretched stench of the burnt tires. In a gasp for air, he called out Marco and Erika's name both and forth, desperate for a response. The calling came to a sudden halt when Stephen stared sickly at a frightening sight. In front of one of damaged vehicles was a severed leg with a blue heel. A blue heel eerily similar to that of Erika. Stephen's lip quivered in a shaky breath as he fell to his knees. Staring the disturbing scene much longer, he abruptly puked as tears flooded down his chin and onto the ground. He panted and sniffed as slowly clutched his knuckles and belted out ferious scream.
His scream echoed throughout the entire junkyard, leaving an aftermath of empty silence in response. Covering his face with his hands, Stephen sobbed terribly. Erika Blancher. The girl of his dreams. His shooting star throughout the darkened night. Gone forever. Amongst his sobbing were footsteps coming from behind the car and slowly approaching in front of Stephen. "Well, shoot me down and call me Bambi! You came early".
The familiar voice strucked great fear into Stephen's heart, making him cease his sobbing and slowly looked up to a black-hooded Mexican teen with a bloody axe in his hand. "You know, it's actually funny how you arrived late when your best friend was in grave danger, but early when it's your girlfriend! Comes to show you really are a load of shit!"
Stephen stared astoundingly at the hooded-boy with tears still dripping from his eyes. "M...M...Marco?"
"Yep! And I've never been deader! I'm here to carry out some unfinished business. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Through fire and coal. Through bricks and bones".
Stephen didn't even try forming a sentence and just wept as he held his head down. Marco gripped the axe tightly with a sinister grin and held it over Stephen's head. Stephen continued to weep, squinting his eyes tightly for his impact of the blade. The last words Stephen will ever hear are word he'll never comprehend.
"Adios, cerdo desleal".
© JebWorks
