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thehouseofmouse2013-10-06 06:32 pm
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The Phone Call
Title: The Phone Call
Author: Erica
Rating: PG-13 (Some curse words, descriptive violence)
Summary: A continuation from this thread. Rebecca gets kidnapped, and it's up to Donnie to save her.
Warning: Kidnapping, Grimdark, Fear
The Phone Call
The sun shined brightly over the suburban side of Chicago, a line of various fast food joints were open and bustling with people coming in for lunch. Or in this case, down by the Waffle House, they were coming in for brunch. Donnie Dupre just drove into the parking lot after getting a text message that the Demo Reel crew were having a meeting here. Normally he was the one who sent out messages, but hey, maybe Carl wanted to talk about something with everyone.
Opening the door to the Waffle House he spotted his friends who were already sitting down at one of the booths. Only, the one person who seemed to be missing was Rebecca. Donnie blinked, but shrugged, maybe she was caught up in traffic.
Coming over to the group Donnie sat next to Tacoma who already ordered a cup of pumpkin spice coffee. Across from them sat Quinn who was suspiciously adding another concoction to his cup, while Carl had his arms folded glaring at Donnie as he grumbled, “Ja, Donnie. To what does we owe on this fine afternoon?”
Now confused, Donnie looked from Tacoma to Quinn, then back to Carl, “Wait-You, You weren’t the one who sent the message?”
Carl rolled his eyes, “Of course not, you know I have a daily routine I must accomplish from morning to afternoon before we go do your little video show.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“None of your business.”
Tacoma shook his head at this nonsense. Sipping his pumpkin spice coffee before placing it back on the saucer, “Well, since it was neither of you, and I’m guessin’ it wasn’t Quinn here either, right?”
Quinn spoke as he put away his canteen, “Ay, if there be any sorta meetin’ I’d be hostin’, it’d be the plans for the next pub we’d go to if our movie was a success.”
Looking around as Donnie pointed to everyone who was present, “So if none of you guys sent it, and I wasn’t the one … It must be Rebecca, I mean she’s not here yet, but that seems to be the only logical conclusion.”
Giving skeptical gaze as Tacoma started to browse through the messages on his phone. He held his breathe as he spoke, “Come to think of it… I can’t recognize the number who sent the text, I mean, there’s no ID on it.”
Carl raised his eyebrow at that observation. Now that he thought about it that was awfully suspicious. Holding up his own phone as he glared at the number, “He’s right, I do not recognize this number. If my suspicions are correct I believe we are being set up.”
Giving out a snort, Donnie waved his hand dismissively, “Oh come on now, a set up? That’s ridiculous, I mean who would set us all up to meet here?”
Tacoma looked to Donnie, “Well-I know you told that guy from S.W.A.G off but, what if they decided to ignore your warning? I mean it is possible they’ve just gotten even more mad at us.”
Taking a deep breath, Carl, clenched his fist against the table, “So ein Beschiß! If they even think about coming back-”
Immediately wanting to defuse the situation Donnie hold out his arms, “Whoa, whoa, now this is no time to be jumping to conclusions! I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation on why the number had no ID. I mean, maybe Rebecca had to borrow someone’s phone?”
Quinn grumbled, “Yea, a caffler’s phone.”
“Now look, I know you guys are worried because last time we were in a bit of jam with them,” Donnie tried reassuring them as he gestured, “But let me assure you, everything is fine now. And as long as we’re all together we can-”
Just at that moment, Donnie’s phone rang.
Everyone looked over in curiosity, as Donnie picked up his phone to look at the ID. Then he gave confident grin, “Oh hey it's Rebecca! 'Bout time-Probably caught in traffic or somethin'.”
Tacoma looked at Quinn and Carl who didn’t seemed convinced either. Biting his lip, really hoping that they might be wrong, deciding to keep his gaze on Donnie.
Opening up the phone, and clicking the talk button, Donnie held the phone to his ear, “Yello~?”
An unfamiliar female voice was on the other end of the call, “Hello mister DuPre. Did you forget something at the studio?”
Donnie's eyes open wide, his mouth went dry. He was almost frozen in place as he sat holding the phone to his ear. The boys started to look at him in concern, what was going on? Why does he have that look on his face?
Then another voice came, a distressed painful one that only made Donnie’s bottom lip quiver. Rebecca. She spoke to him as best as she could, “Donnie-!! She-She's got me captured I-I don't know what she wants but-!”
The boys, although they could not hear exactly what Rebecca said already could tell that she was in trouble. Tacoma eyes widen, as he got closer to Donnie to try and hear. Quinn began to grip his knife, while Carl continued his piercing gaze.
Donnie, of course now greatly worried about his friend, quickly spoke to her, “Rebecca-! Rebecca, what's happened? Where are you?!”
Before the poor thing could say anything else, Rebecca was cut off. There was a bit of a muffled struggle in the distance as the mysterious voice returned, “Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her. For the moment.”
“You…” Donnie clenched his fist as he held the phone close to him. His voice lowering in a more threatening tone, “Whoever you are-You better let Rebecca go!”
“Oh now see...that's entirely up to your actions, mister Dupre.”
“The hell do you mean? What do you want?” Donnie leaned forward, starting to glare, “Are you one of those S.W.A.G assholes? I thought I got rid of you guys!”
Tacoma made a face, as if to say I told you so, but didn’t press the issue. Only wanting to know what’s going on with Rebecca.
The mysterious voice spoke again, “I'm not affiliated with anyone you would know.”
“You’re not-?”
“What I want, put simply...” there was a slight pause before the voice became more menacing to Donnie, “…is you.”
Hesitating, thoughts started to spun in Donnie’s head. Who could want him? Donnie froze, trying to think why she would be doing this. Then he blinked then rubbed his forehead, “Oh fuck me… You're one of those crazy fans aren't you?”
Although this made perfect logical sense to Donnie, everyone else just sorta slumped in their seats. Really? That’s who you think is behind this Donnie? Come on! Just because some crazy family drugged you one time and made you stay to watch your old films with them. Doesn’t mean there are more people like that out there!
The voice spoke again, “Look, we're just wasting my time and your friend's life. Tell your crew to go home and come to your studio. Come alone and unarmed. We'll discuss matters further then. And if you or anyone else even thinks of calling the police, they'll only arrive to see me slit her throat.”
“Wait-!”, but before Donnie could say another word in. The mysterious lady hung up, letting Donnie only receive dial tone. He froze in place, his eyes wavered in fear. Before he slowly dropped the phone in horror, his friend was in danger, because of him.
... Why does this keep happening...?
The boys stared at Donnie with great concern. The first to move was Tacoma. Who was already starting to get angrier by the second, “What’s going on Donnie?”
“I don’t-”
“Where’s Rebecca?!”
“I can’t, I can’t tell you-I-!”
Tacoma grabbed Donnie’s arms as he forced him to look into his eyes, “Tell me right now! What’s going ON?!”
“HÖR AUF!! DU DUMMKOPF!” Carl exclaimed loudly as he reached over and forced Tacoma off Donnie, which made everyone quiet down, including all the other people in the restaurant. To which Carl simply glared at them until they all looked away or went on with their business. Taking in a deep breath, he spoke with authority to the group, “The most important thing in a situation such as this, is we don’t let our emotions take over us like little pink baby butterflies! If our friend is in trouble then we must act with rational thought and action.”
Donnie shook his head as he looked down, “No, it’s not-You don’t understand. She’s got Rebecca captured because she wants me!”
Tacoma’s eyebrow lifted, “Who is she? Who’s got Rebecca?”
“I don’t know!”
“Well that’s a great start Donnie.”
“Look! She didn’t give me time to say who she was, she hung up on me before I could ask any more questions.”
Quinn twirled his knife, “That’d be ‘nough talk! Let’s get the bastards who got Rebecca and slice em up to pieces!”
Donnie smacked his hand against the table, “NO! You-DON’T-Understand, I have to go! Alone-Just me!”
Tacoma snarled back, “Why just you? You think you’re trying to be the hero or something!”
“No you idiot-If I don’t go alone she’ll die!” Donnie exclaimed back at him glaring at him straight into his eyes.
The silence drifted between them once more. This time everyone’s eyes were on Donnie, who was breathing unsteadily, his glare unmoving. The once angered expressions were now changed with fear and concern. Tacoma looked the most apologetic of the group, knowing that he shouldn’t have reacted that way to Donnie. As soon as Donnie’s gaze broke, he looked to the ground, his body started quiver as he took off his glasses to hold his hand over his eyes. Trying to get himself to calm down.
Carl reached over to hold Donnie’s other hand, in which he retrieved his hand back in response putting his glasses back on. Waving off towards Carl, “I’m fine, I’m fine don’t worry about me.”
Everyone else was looking down as well, knowing the situation seemed hopeless. Carl however kept his gaze on Donnie. He took in a deep breath before he spoke, “Donnie, even though you must go alone, we will have your back. If you do not return with Rebecca soon, we will look for you and save you. That is what comrades do in times like this, and you Donnie… You are like a brother to me, I would rather carve someone’s heart out than to loose you.”
Although the thought of Carl carving someone’s heart out was disturbing, Donnie felt comforted by his words. Giving a small smile toward his friend giving a nod, “Thanks Carl.”
Carl reached out his arm to pat Donnie’s shoulder with a smile, before he nodded that Donnie should get going. Before he got up though Quinn reached out to give Donnie his knife. Donnie held the knife as he looked to Quinn who gave him a wink in response, “Always come prepared I say, put it in of your pockets. D’ya want a gun as well?”
Donnie gave a chuckle as he tried to hand back the knife, “I can’t come armed Quinn.”
Quinn shook his head, “Take it for luck regardless, leave it in the car if ya must. Or do what I do, stick it somewhere safely hidden.”
About to protest, Donnie knew he couldn’t argue with the Irish man, and put the knife away. Looking toward Tacoma, he expected his friend to say something as well, but he was turned away from everyone. He didn’t look like he wanted to talk to anyone, his brows were furrowed and on looking as he gazed out the window. Donnie looked back down as he brushed the handle of Quinn’s knife with his thumb, before turning around to leave, “Well, I’ll see you guys.”
Carl called out to him before he went out the door, “And don’t forget, if you do not call us by tonight, we will come find you!”
Donnie smiled as he waved them off before leaving the restaurant.
While looking out the window, Tacoma turned around, glancing back down. Noticing Donnie left his phone on the ground from where he dropped it earlier. Quickly he jumped out of his seat and ran out the door toward Donnie before he got in his car, “WAIT! Donnie!!”
Turning around Donnie’s expression dropped in a bit of surprise seeing Tacoma approach him. Catching his breath, Tacoma then handed Donnie his phone. “You forgot your phone,” he muttered, still not able to look his friend in the eye.
Donnie gave out an “Oh” as he held the phone. Carefully putting it away then gave a soft chuckle, “Wouldn’t want to forget that huh?”
Giving a small bit of laughter in return, Tacoma gave a small smile toward Donnie as he finally looked at him. Although his eyes were glazed over in fear, he started to look down again before he decided to speak again, “Donnie… About… What I said earlier…”
Donnie shook his head, “I know, it’s alright Tacoma.”
“No, it’s not alright. Donnie,” Tacoma breathed as he began to quiver up a bit, “I-I just… I don’t want to loose you or Rebecca. Both of you mean a lot to me and-”
Before Tacoma could speak another word Donnie came over and gave him a good hug. Quiet for a moment, he closed his eyes and hugged Donnie back. Clinging to him close, as Donnie held his head softly. Whispering to Tacoma softly, “Don’t worry, I will return with her.”
Tacoma nodded trying to fight back the tears then he let go of his friend as Donnie nodded, patting his back. Turning to leave toward his car, Donnie couldn’t help but smile. As he kept looking back occasionally toward Tacoma and where his friends were sitting. Knowing that there are those who still care about him was good enough for him to carry on.
Starting the car, Donnie put Quinn’s knife in the dashboard to keep it safe. He bit his bottom lip, anticipating the event that was about to come. Regardless of the dangers ahead, he wasn’t going to be afraid. Not this time, he had to brave. For Rebecca, for everyone.
Author: Erica
Rating: PG-13 (Some curse words, descriptive violence)
Summary: A continuation from this thread. Rebecca gets kidnapped, and it's up to Donnie to save her.
Warning: Kidnapping, Grimdark, Fear
The sun shined brightly over the suburban side of Chicago, a line of various fast food joints were open and bustling with people coming in for lunch. Or in this case, down by the Waffle House, they were coming in for brunch. Donnie Dupre just drove into the parking lot after getting a text message that the Demo Reel crew were having a meeting here. Normally he was the one who sent out messages, but hey, maybe Carl wanted to talk about something with everyone.
Opening the door to the Waffle House he spotted his friends who were already sitting down at one of the booths. Only, the one person who seemed to be missing was Rebecca. Donnie blinked, but shrugged, maybe she was caught up in traffic.
Coming over to the group Donnie sat next to Tacoma who already ordered a cup of pumpkin spice coffee. Across from them sat Quinn who was suspiciously adding another concoction to his cup, while Carl had his arms folded glaring at Donnie as he grumbled, “Ja, Donnie. To what does we owe on this fine afternoon?”
Now confused, Donnie looked from Tacoma to Quinn, then back to Carl, “Wait-You, You weren’t the one who sent the message?”
Carl rolled his eyes, “Of course not, you know I have a daily routine I must accomplish from morning to afternoon before we go do your little video show.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“None of your business.”
Tacoma shook his head at this nonsense. Sipping his pumpkin spice coffee before placing it back on the saucer, “Well, since it was neither of you, and I’m guessin’ it wasn’t Quinn here either, right?”
Quinn spoke as he put away his canteen, “Ay, if there be any sorta meetin’ I’d be hostin’, it’d be the plans for the next pub we’d go to if our movie was a success.”
Looking around as Donnie pointed to everyone who was present, “So if none of you guys sent it, and I wasn’t the one … It must be Rebecca, I mean she’s not here yet, but that seems to be the only logical conclusion.”
Giving skeptical gaze as Tacoma started to browse through the messages on his phone. He held his breathe as he spoke, “Come to think of it… I can’t recognize the number who sent the text, I mean, there’s no ID on it.”
Carl raised his eyebrow at that observation. Now that he thought about it that was awfully suspicious. Holding up his own phone as he glared at the number, “He’s right, I do not recognize this number. If my suspicions are correct I believe we are being set up.”
Giving out a snort, Donnie waved his hand dismissively, “Oh come on now, a set up? That’s ridiculous, I mean who would set us all up to meet here?”
Tacoma looked to Donnie, “Well-I know you told that guy from S.W.A.G off but, what if they decided to ignore your warning? I mean it is possible they’ve just gotten even more mad at us.”
Taking a deep breath, Carl, clenched his fist against the table, “So ein Beschiß! If they even think about coming back-”
Immediately wanting to defuse the situation Donnie hold out his arms, “Whoa, whoa, now this is no time to be jumping to conclusions! I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation on why the number had no ID. I mean, maybe Rebecca had to borrow someone’s phone?”
Quinn grumbled, “Yea, a caffler’s phone.”
“Now look, I know you guys are worried because last time we were in a bit of jam with them,” Donnie tried reassuring them as he gestured, “But let me assure you, everything is fine now. And as long as we’re all together we can-”
Just at that moment, Donnie’s phone rang.
Everyone looked over in curiosity, as Donnie picked up his phone to look at the ID. Then he gave confident grin, “Oh hey it's Rebecca! 'Bout time-Probably caught in traffic or somethin'.”
Tacoma looked at Quinn and Carl who didn’t seemed convinced either. Biting his lip, really hoping that they might be wrong, deciding to keep his gaze on Donnie.
Opening up the phone, and clicking the talk button, Donnie held the phone to his ear, “Yello~?”
An unfamiliar female voice was on the other end of the call, “Hello mister DuPre. Did you forget something at the studio?”
Donnie's eyes open wide, his mouth went dry. He was almost frozen in place as he sat holding the phone to his ear. The boys started to look at him in concern, what was going on? Why does he have that look on his face?
Then another voice came, a distressed painful one that only made Donnie’s bottom lip quiver. Rebecca. She spoke to him as best as she could, “Donnie-!! She-She's got me captured I-I don't know what she wants but-!”
The boys, although they could not hear exactly what Rebecca said already could tell that she was in trouble. Tacoma eyes widen, as he got closer to Donnie to try and hear. Quinn began to grip his knife, while Carl continued his piercing gaze.
Donnie, of course now greatly worried about his friend, quickly spoke to her, “Rebecca-! Rebecca, what's happened? Where are you?!”
Before the poor thing could say anything else, Rebecca was cut off. There was a bit of a muffled struggle in the distance as the mysterious voice returned, “Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her. For the moment.”
“You…” Donnie clenched his fist as he held the phone close to him. His voice lowering in a more threatening tone, “Whoever you are-You better let Rebecca go!”
“Oh now see...that's entirely up to your actions, mister Dupre.”
“The hell do you mean? What do you want?” Donnie leaned forward, starting to glare, “Are you one of those S.W.A.G assholes? I thought I got rid of you guys!”
Tacoma made a face, as if to say I told you so, but didn’t press the issue. Only wanting to know what’s going on with Rebecca.
The mysterious voice spoke again, “I'm not affiliated with anyone you would know.”
“You’re not-?”
“What I want, put simply...” there was a slight pause before the voice became more menacing to Donnie, “…is you.”
Hesitating, thoughts started to spun in Donnie’s head. Who could want him? Donnie froze, trying to think why she would be doing this. Then he blinked then rubbed his forehead, “Oh fuck me… You're one of those crazy fans aren't you?”
Although this made perfect logical sense to Donnie, everyone else just sorta slumped in their seats. Really? That’s who you think is behind this Donnie? Come on! Just because some crazy family drugged you one time and made you stay to watch your old films with them. Doesn’t mean there are more people like that out there!
The voice spoke again, “Look, we're just wasting my time and your friend's life. Tell your crew to go home and come to your studio. Come alone and unarmed. We'll discuss matters further then. And if you or anyone else even thinks of calling the police, they'll only arrive to see me slit her throat.”
“Wait-!”, but before Donnie could say another word in. The mysterious lady hung up, letting Donnie only receive dial tone. He froze in place, his eyes wavered in fear. Before he slowly dropped the phone in horror, his friend was in danger, because of him.
... Why does this keep happening...?
The boys stared at Donnie with great concern. The first to move was Tacoma. Who was already starting to get angrier by the second, “What’s going on Donnie?”
“I don’t-”
“Where’s Rebecca?!”
“I can’t, I can’t tell you-I-!”
Tacoma grabbed Donnie’s arms as he forced him to look into his eyes, “Tell me right now! What’s going ON?!”
“HÖR AUF!! DU DUMMKOPF!” Carl exclaimed loudly as he reached over and forced Tacoma off Donnie, which made everyone quiet down, including all the other people in the restaurant. To which Carl simply glared at them until they all looked away or went on with their business. Taking in a deep breath, he spoke with authority to the group, “The most important thing in a situation such as this, is we don’t let our emotions take over us like little pink baby butterflies! If our friend is in trouble then we must act with rational thought and action.”
Donnie shook his head as he looked down, “No, it’s not-You don’t understand. She’s got Rebecca captured because she wants me!”
Tacoma’s eyebrow lifted, “Who is she? Who’s got Rebecca?”
“I don’t know!”
“Well that’s a great start Donnie.”
“Look! She didn’t give me time to say who she was, she hung up on me before I could ask any more questions.”
Quinn twirled his knife, “That’d be ‘nough talk! Let’s get the bastards who got Rebecca and slice em up to pieces!”
Donnie smacked his hand against the table, “NO! You-DON’T-Understand, I have to go! Alone-Just me!”
Tacoma snarled back, “Why just you? You think you’re trying to be the hero or something!”
“No you idiot-If I don’t go alone she’ll die!” Donnie exclaimed back at him glaring at him straight into his eyes.
The silence drifted between them once more. This time everyone’s eyes were on Donnie, who was breathing unsteadily, his glare unmoving. The once angered expressions were now changed with fear and concern. Tacoma looked the most apologetic of the group, knowing that he shouldn’t have reacted that way to Donnie. As soon as Donnie’s gaze broke, he looked to the ground, his body started quiver as he took off his glasses to hold his hand over his eyes. Trying to get himself to calm down.
Carl reached over to hold Donnie’s other hand, in which he retrieved his hand back in response putting his glasses back on. Waving off towards Carl, “I’m fine, I’m fine don’t worry about me.”
Everyone else was looking down as well, knowing the situation seemed hopeless. Carl however kept his gaze on Donnie. He took in a deep breath before he spoke, “Donnie, even though you must go alone, we will have your back. If you do not return with Rebecca soon, we will look for you and save you. That is what comrades do in times like this, and you Donnie… You are like a brother to me, I would rather carve someone’s heart out than to loose you.”
Although the thought of Carl carving someone’s heart out was disturbing, Donnie felt comforted by his words. Giving a small smile toward his friend giving a nod, “Thanks Carl.”
Carl reached out his arm to pat Donnie’s shoulder with a smile, before he nodded that Donnie should get going. Before he got up though Quinn reached out to give Donnie his knife. Donnie held the knife as he looked to Quinn who gave him a wink in response, “Always come prepared I say, put it in of your pockets. D’ya want a gun as well?”
Donnie gave a chuckle as he tried to hand back the knife, “I can’t come armed Quinn.”
Quinn shook his head, “Take it for luck regardless, leave it in the car if ya must. Or do what I do, stick it somewhere safely hidden.”
About to protest, Donnie knew he couldn’t argue with the Irish man, and put the knife away. Looking toward Tacoma, he expected his friend to say something as well, but he was turned away from everyone. He didn’t look like he wanted to talk to anyone, his brows were furrowed and on looking as he gazed out the window. Donnie looked back down as he brushed the handle of Quinn’s knife with his thumb, before turning around to leave, “Well, I’ll see you guys.”
Carl called out to him before he went out the door, “And don’t forget, if you do not call us by tonight, we will come find you!”
Donnie smiled as he waved them off before leaving the restaurant.
While looking out the window, Tacoma turned around, glancing back down. Noticing Donnie left his phone on the ground from where he dropped it earlier. Quickly he jumped out of his seat and ran out the door toward Donnie before he got in his car, “WAIT! Donnie!!”
Turning around Donnie’s expression dropped in a bit of surprise seeing Tacoma approach him. Catching his breath, Tacoma then handed Donnie his phone. “You forgot your phone,” he muttered, still not able to look his friend in the eye.
Donnie gave out an “Oh” as he held the phone. Carefully putting it away then gave a soft chuckle, “Wouldn’t want to forget that huh?”
Giving a small bit of laughter in return, Tacoma gave a small smile toward Donnie as he finally looked at him. Although his eyes were glazed over in fear, he started to look down again before he decided to speak again, “Donnie… About… What I said earlier…”
Donnie shook his head, “I know, it’s alright Tacoma.”
“No, it’s not alright. Donnie,” Tacoma breathed as he began to quiver up a bit, “I-I just… I don’t want to loose you or Rebecca. Both of you mean a lot to me and-”
Before Tacoma could speak another word Donnie came over and gave him a good hug. Quiet for a moment, he closed his eyes and hugged Donnie back. Clinging to him close, as Donnie held his head softly. Whispering to Tacoma softly, “Don’t worry, I will return with her.”
Tacoma nodded trying to fight back the tears then he let go of his friend as Donnie nodded, patting his back. Turning to leave toward his car, Donnie couldn’t help but smile. As he kept looking back occasionally toward Tacoma and where his friends were sitting. Knowing that there are those who still care about him was good enough for him to carry on.
Starting the car, Donnie put Quinn’s knife in the dashboard to keep it safe. He bit his bottom lip, anticipating the event that was about to come. Regardless of the dangers ahead, he wasn’t going to be afraid. Not this time, he had to brave. For Rebecca, for everyone.