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  Danny had changed since the phone call.
  A lot.
  His hair remained greasy and unwashed, bags resided under his bloodshot eyes, and his expression always glum beneath his mask. His mind was separated into two thoughts, revenge and sorrow. He still mourned over his beloved, though the thought of revenge on the horrid officers burned in the back of his brain.
  Eventually revenge had pushed the sorrowful thoughts from his mind, and his mournful actions turned hostile. He left the town he had been occupying, traveling straight to the department.
  There, the officers waited. They lounged around, chit-chatting with fellow workers and talking about some cases they had solved. Danny laughed internally. He laughed at their obliviousness to the situation they would soon face.
  He busted down the front door.
  ~~~
  Danny sat in the room, handcuffed to a chair. Blast, He thought. His improvised attack backfired causing his imprisonment.
  “So, Phone Caller,” The officer walked into the room with a frown playing on his lips. He looked Danny up and down, hatred burning in his eyes. “Or should I call you Danny?”
  Silence.
  “Ah, I see.” He sat across from Danny, eyes trained on the boy. “Not much of a talker eh?”
  Danny growled in response, jerking forward a bit in his seat.
  “You don’t know shit about me.”
  “I know you’ve committed multiple homicides making you one of our priorities.” He answered. “I also know you had some sort of attachment to the former criminal held here, Devon if I remember correctly?
  Danny jerked forward at the sound of the name. It, it had sounded so bitter coming from another’s mouth.
  “Struck a nerve eh? Well I’ll tell you what,” He bunched together a bunch of papers, sticking them into a file that Danny had just now noticed. “I’ll give you one call before you get the injection. Sound fair?”
  Silence.
  ~~~
  Danny stared at the phone which felt uncomfortable in his hand. He had no idea who to call. He didn’t even want a call. But he needed to stall.
  Danny waited for the number to be remembered. He had saw Devon in the room where he was handcuffed. He saw him standing there with an expression unrecognizable. Devon told him to make the call, make it count. Danny mentally promised Devon he would.
  Devon even gave him an approving nod.
  The number had replaced all thoughts. Danny quickly punched in the digits as the officers walked into the room.
  “Alright Danny, times up. Obviously you got no one to call.” The officer spoke in a husky voice which gave Danny the assumption it was a different one. He did not care.
  “No. No. No!” Danny spoke angrily, holding the phone against his ear. “I will not leave without saying goodbye!”
  “Goodbye to who?” Another officer spoke.
  “Him! He’s still here! I know he is!” Danny hissed. The officer with the husky voice reached out to grab Danny’s arm.
  The other line connected.
  And at that very moment, time seemed to slow. Every officer in the room at the time collapsed, no longer breathing. Danny stared at the many bodies laying on the ground.
  That’s when he saw him. He was close, real close.
  Danny could almost feel his lips on his when he got even closer. Devon pulled away, breaking the last kiss they’d share. Though Danny did not feel it he could imagine it’d feel amazing like always. After all, Devon’s kisses were always the best.
  “D-did I make it count?” Danny asked, his voice cracking at the sight of his dead love. Devon nodded.
  “You did.” Devon started to fade away.
  “W-wait! You, you can’t leave me! Y-you just got-”
  “I’ll always be there Danny.” Devon interrupted. “Just make the call.”

  He then, disappeared.

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  Danny had changed since the phone call.
  A lot.
  His hair remained greasy and unwashed, bags resided under his bloodshot eyes, and his expression always glum beneath his mask. His mind was separated into two thoughts, revenge and sorrow. He still mourned over his beloved, though the thought of revenge on the horrid officers burned in the back of his brain.
  Eventually revenge had pushed the sorrowful thoughts from his mind, and his mournful actions turned hostile. He left the town he had been occupying, traveling straight to the department.
  There, the officers waited. They lounged around, chit-chatting with fellow workers and talking about some cases they had solved. Danny laughed internally. He laughed at their obliviousness to the situation they would soon face.
  He busted down the front door.
  ~~~
  Danny sat in the room, handcuffed to a chair. Blast, He thought. His improvised attack backfired causing his imprisonment.
  “So, Phone Caller,” The officer walked into the room with a frown playing on his lips. He looked Danny up and down, hatred burning in his eyes. “Or should I call you Danny?”
  Silence.
  “Ah, I see.” He sat across from Danny, eyes trained on the boy. “Not much of a talker eh?”
  Danny growled in response, jerking forward a bit in his seat.
  “You don’t know shit about me.”
  “I know you’ve committed multiple homicides making you one of our priorities.” He answered. “I also know you had some sort of attachment to the former criminal held here, Devon if I remember correctly?
  Danny jerked forward at the sound of the name. It, it had sounded so bitter coming from another’s mouth.
  “Struck a nerve eh? Well I’ll tell you what,” He bunched together a bunch of papers, sticking them into a file that Danny had just now noticed. “I’ll give you one call before you get the injection. Sound fair?”
  Silence.
  ~~~
  Danny stared at the phone which felt uncomfortable in his hand. He had no idea who to call. He didn’t even want a call. But he needed to stall.
  Danny waited for the number to be remembered. He had saw Devon in the room where he was handcuffed. He saw him standing there with an expression unrecognizable. Devon told him to make the call, make it count. Danny mentally promised Devon he would.
  Devon even gave him an approving nod.
  The number had replaced all thoughts. Danny quickly punched in the digits as the officers walked into the room.
  “Alright Danny, times up. Obviously you got no one to call.” The officer spoke in a husky voice which gave Danny the assumption it was a different one. He did not care.
  “No. No. No!” Danny spoke angrily, holding the phone against his ear. “I will not leave without saying goodbye!”
  “Goodbye to who?” Another officer spoke.
  “Him! He’s still here! I know he is!” Danny hissed. The officer with the husky voice reached out to grab Danny’s arm.
  The other line connected.
  And at that very moment, time seemed to slow. Every officer in the room at the time collapsed, no longer breathing. Danny stared at the many bodies laying on the ground.
  That’s when he saw him. He was close, real close.
  Danny could almost feel his lips on his when he got even closer. Devon pulled away, breaking the last kiss they’d share. Though Danny did not feel it he could imagine it’d feel amazing like always. After all, Devon’s kisses were always the best.
  “D-did I make it count?” Danny asked, his voice cracking at the sight of his dead love. Devon nodded.
  “You did.” Devon started to fade away.
  “W-wait! You, you can’t leave me! Y-you just got-”
  “I’ll always be there Danny.” Devon interrupted. “Just make the call.”

  He then, disappeared.