On the way home Mrs. Millers turned to me from her front seat. "Hey, Gabe. I was in the Halloween section at the store, to see if there were any costumes we could use all dress up in. And I found this." She pulled out a bottle of black hair dye. I nodded, "That'll be perfect." She smiled and turned back in her seat.
We got home and in a few minutes they had me in a chair dying my hair black. The dogs circling me and sniffing my feet. We were done in the next hour. I looked in the bathroom mirror. "Uh, Oh." I said. "What's wrong?" Nicole asked. I turned to her and said, "I look like Edward, from Twilight." She was dieing of laughter now. At that instant the doorbell rang I dove upstairs with Nicole behind me. Mr. Miller opened it and I strained to listen. "Hello?" No one answered back. Soon the door closed and I heard Mr. Miller's questioning voice. "What..." Nicole and I were back downstairs with the Mr. and Mrs. I asked, "What is it?" He shook his head. "It has this address, and it has your name on it." He gave it to me and I looked at it. It is. I started to open it but Nicole said, "No! Gabe, what if its a bomb or something?" I looked at her. "Well in that case go into the other room." With Mr. Miller half forcing her, Nicole and Mrs. Miller went into the kitchen. The Dogs followed them. I opened the wrappings, the box wasn't even tapped. I opened the box to a......Cell Phone?
Before I could say anything it rang. It had a cheerful little jingle (ding-ding-dang-dong), which is the opposite of what I was thinking (Duh-duh-duuuuuuh).
I answered. "Hello?" There was a gruff voice on the other end. "That cowboy you fought in the store was an amateur. Your messing with the big leagues now." I demanded, "Who is this?" "I always hated you rich snot nosed brats. Your daddy sends his regards." I almost broke the phone. "Bounty Hunter." I muttered. "Actually its just Hunter. And its my game as well, Billy-Bong. Now lets get somethin' straight here. Rule One: If I hear a little phone call going anywhere, one of you gets a bullet in your head. I don't know, it could be the Mommy, or the Daddy, or it could be..." I cut him off, "Don't you dare. I swear, I am going to meet you face to face and I will tear you to pieces." I could almost hear him smiling as he finished his sentence, "Your little Girlfriend." My heart sped up little in my chest. "Rule Two: No running now. I can just as easily kill you out in the open just as inside. You see. I have special equipment here, some fancy stuff. With it I can see all four of you in the house, and with my sweetheart, Delilah, here; I can kill a fly a mile away, through four feet of concrete. So there is no safe place for you or the others." He stopped talking to let that set in. "Tell you what. I am going to give you sixty seconds to think this over. A van will be parked out front waiting for you. Either way dude, I win. How many people die is up to you.....forty five seconds, and counting."
With that he hung up. I dropped the phone next to the box and started pacing. Great, Excellent, Fantastic! Another Maniac is on me. And this one is good. What am I going to do?
The Millers were watching me. They stopped hiding when I answered the phone. They got the gist of it. I go or we all die. "I'll go." I said. Mr. and Mrs. Miller said nothing. Nicole on the other hand......
"No, NO! I'm not going to let you do this." I looked at her, "You don't have a say in this matter." I picked up the cell phone and called Hunter back. He was the only one in the phone book, next to the number 9-1-1. He just loves eggin on his victims doesn't he? I called him. "I'm ready, is the van here yet?" "Its there. I'll see you soon. And another thing. I'm rather.....disappointed." I hung up.
The white van was sitting there, engine running. I walked over to it and the door slid open to four guys in the van; all eyes on me. The passenger and the two guys in the back were holding guns. I got in, the door closed, and we all drove off.
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