The rain hammered down upon it's hooded head, dripping along the figure’s back and on the dark road beneath it's pumping feet. The twinkling lights of the village came into view over the brow of the hill. Adrenaline swam through it's veins.
Standing alone in the street was a scarlet telephone box. The figure reached out a small hand, gripping the handle as tightly as it could manage. The door flew open with a loud creak; the figure grimaced. Clambering inside, the figure pulled down its hood. Shiny locks of auburn hair fell from the hood, nestling on its shoulder. The figure’s face was still hidden in the shadows of sunset.
Reaching into its pocket it pulls out a handful of loose pennies, its hands are shaking as the figure slots the money into the archaic machine.
Slowly the figure began to type the number that it knew so well.
Ring, ring. Silence. Ring.
“Hello?” an acrimonious voice grumbled through the phone.
“Dan?” The figure whispered into the mouthpiece.
“Nathalie, why are you calling me at this hour?”
“Dan, I need to tell you something, and I need your help. You're my big brother and I need you now more than ever,” Nathalie’s voice squeaked with melancholy.
The voice down the line changed, now no longer angry but compassionate, the love he shared with his sister showed in his tone.
“Sure, what's on your mind, kiddo?”
“I don't have enough coins to tell you the whole story, can you come home. Please?” Her hands shook so much she could barely hold the receiver.
“Nathalie I can't just come back. I have my exams in a month, I have my classes and my friends...”
Nathalie burst into tears, hot tears falling down her face. She gasped for air like a fish out of water. Her sobs could be heard 10 yards away where a large figure loomed, in it's hand nestled a knife. The figure walked quietly towards the phone box, out of Nathalie’s vision; lifting the knife higher as he went.
“Nat, shush. It's ok. Don't cry. What is the matter?” Dan spoke softly, Nathalie noticed that voice. It was the same voice her mother used when she awoke in the night with a scary dream. This brought comfort to her, calming her nervous but only a little.
“H-h-he's t-trying t-t-to kill me!” Nathalie sobbed down the phone.
“Who is Nat?”
“Mark,”
At the mention of his name Mark opened the telephone booth door, causing a deafening creak from the door, almost in protest. Nathalie screamed as Mark grabbed her auburn hair.
Nathalie dropped the receiver which caused it to bang uproariously against the box.
“Nat!” Dan screamed down the phone.
“Dan help me!” Nathalie's voice sounded down the phone, faintly. Then the phone clicked and disconnected.
Dan sat listening to the dial tone. After thirty seconds, although to Dan it felt like it was an hour, he strode over his wardrobe shovelling clothes into a small backpack. He took his keys and his phone and he stormed from his room.
“Dan, mate, where are you off?” his roommate Michelle shouted from the kitchen, murmuring his response,
'Family problem.'
He left the house and sped furiously towards the station.
He would make it to his home at six o'clock. He had no idea what to expect. But what he found was beyond even his wildest imaginings…
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