----Five Minutes before Chaos---
Sleep must have been much needed for him, because Trigger wasn’t brought to the land of the living until a few hours later. He reached under the pillow to pull out his phone and saw that the battery life was at 34%. Great. He should have charged it.
Six missed calls, 4 texts, and three voicemails all awaited the sleepy young man. This was probably the most action he had seen since his last rendezvous. Rolling onto his stomach he entered the passcode for his phone, checking the time. 9:45 PM.
The first thing he did was go to the texts.
From: Ma
Sent at 6:23 PM
Trigger. When you get this please call me back.
From: Ma
Sent at 7:02 PM
Take your sisters and drive to your Aunt Tiena.
From: Ma
Sent at 7:10 PM
Answer your phone.
From: Ma
Sent at 7:28 PM
Call me or your father!
From: Ma
Sent at 8:15 PM
3569 West Bonebrooks Way, Westwood VA 20121
An address? Why was she sending him an address? Trigger was now alert and climbing from his bed, pushing his way through the boxes and yanking open his door. The hallway was dark, which meant the twins were asleep. Carefully he stepped into the hallway, pressing the device to his ear after hitting the voicemail.
“Trig! This is mom! Please give me a call back!” The panic in her voice did not sit right with him, he was now trotting down the steps, hitting the next voicemail.
The sound of this one was more distorted, there was a lot of background noise and he was trying to pick out any words that he could understand, something that would give away that his mother was okay. Abruptly the voicemail ended, it was useless. Quickly he skipped to the next one.
“William! Would you explain what is going on?!” Again, his mother was distraught. Wishing he could understand the context of her words, he listened intently, nearly fumbling on the last step. This voicemail was just as short as the previous one.
Fuck. His mind was racing. Trigger was dialing his mother’s number frantically; the phone being placed back to his ear.
It rang, and rang, and rang.
No answer.
Shoving the phone into his basketball shorts, he made his way into the kitchen. He didn’t know why, but his first thought was to turn on the television. He quickly grabbed the remote of the counter, hitting the power button and waiting for it to come to life.
The channel was still the same, and what he was seeing was complete chaos. There were screams that were so loud even through the TV that his hands instinctively flew up to cover his ears, dropping the remote in the process. Once he had adjusted, he moved closer, Natalia Waters was in the midst of it all. The white suit she wore was covered with what appeared to be…was that blood?
“W-we have no explanation for this! Please do not panic and follow emergency protocol as it appears on the screen! We are doing everything we ca-“The shrill sound of her voice rose an octave as something appeared to tackle her to the ground, Trigger’s eyes widening at what he was witnessing.
“What the fuck…” He didn’t even realize his hands had moved up to grip both sides of the television, but he was in a trance, watching what seemed to be like Dr. Ramirez, ripping Natalia Waters to shreds. Literally, his teeth were pulling bits of her skin, revealing the muscle underneath. If Trigger thought he looked dead before, he sure as hell looked six feet under right now.
The sound of bones being crushed, and Natalia’s screams vibrated through his body, his teeth clenching together as he gripped the edges of the screen, the grip of his hands causing the plastic surrounding the TV to groan in protest.
The cameraman must not have noticed all the blood, because he was still standing there, filming the most graphic image of his coworker Trigger had ever seen. That is, until Dr. Ramirez looked up at the camera, springing forward like a raccoon with rabies, forcing the camera out of its owner’s hands and onto the floor, tilting the world upside down.
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