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Fanfic: Powerschool16
Chapter: Powerschool16
Powerschool16
Chapter 16: The Caller
Logan Beek turned the house key. He just got home from an important conference and wanted to have a fun evening with his wife. She'd been waiting for him all day and must have called the office twice. It was already night and only the street lamps lit the darkness. At first he had wondered why there was no light in the house, but he thought nothing special about it. Maybe a power outage or something like that. What should be?
While he was still pushing the door open he slipped his feet on the doormat. The stairwell lights came on automatically and the objects cast long shadows. Logan hung his suit jacket on the clothes rack and closed the door behind him. There was a soft click as the security lock clicked into place. He lived modestly, but today his house looked like a huge empty villa to him.At the thought he emphasized the word "teach" very strongly. No clattering dishes could be heard in the kitchen. The television didn't work either. Nor was the radio on. What was going on here? Where was his wife? Did Lisa go somewhere else? To your family doctor or to the park? Or maybe she had just gone shopping. For the time being, Beek wasn't worried. He wouldn't really be looking for her for an hour.
He leaned in his chair and picked up the remote control. Now he pressed the button and noticed that the device had been set to a black and white channel. There was no sound. The man took a closer look at the trembling image. A television reporter reported something. Policemen stood in the background. They frantically waved their arms and winced all the time. Now one fell to the ground and the camera panned around. Suddenly it flew through the air and all you could see was snow. Logan was startled. What he saw wasn't normal.He straightened up and leaned over the phone. He tapped on it to get a better picture. The snow disappeared and you could see the bottom of a street. In the lower corner of the screen was an icon that said: Life News
Something told him to record this. A certain premonition spread within him. He took what he believed to be a teaching tape from the shelf and slid it into the recorder. Logan pressed a few buttons and then waited.
He examined the picture and found that further ahead, in the background, was a blonde woman. She was swimming in a pool of blood, but she wasn't dead yet. She tried to drag herself closer to the camera. Tense, she pulled closer and it seemed like a relief that she finally held the recording device in her hands.
Logan's heart began to beat faster. He just couldn't believe it. He stared at the woman with his mouth open.She looked a lot like his wife Lisa. His breath caught and he didn't want to take his eyes off it. She stared at the screen, her face smeared with blood. Logan felt that she wanted to say something and turned up the volume. Finally she brought out:
"Logan ...!" Another voice interfered in the background and Logan shivered in disbelief. "Shut up you bitch!" said the voice and put a pistol in Lisa’s back. His finger twitched back. The shot broke through the silent, and Logan's wife's body relaxed. Slowly her head sank to the cold, dirty street floor, then she was dead.
Logan Beek wanted to scream, but instead he began to cry bitterly and buried his head in his hands.
"Why...?" stammered he curled up in a ball on the floor. Another shot echoed and the picture showed snow again. Strangely, the device turned itself off and the phone began to ring vigorously.
Chapter 16: The Caller
Logan Beek turned the house key. He just got home from an important conference and wanted to have a fun evening with his wife. She'd been waiting for him all day and must have called the office twice. It was already night and only the street lamps lit the darkness. At first he had wondered why there was no light in the house, but he thought nothing special about it. Maybe a power outage or something like that. What should be?
While he was still pushing the door open he slipped his feet on the doormat. The stairwell lights came on automatically and the objects cast long shadows. Logan hung his suit jacket on the clothes rack and closed the door behind him. There was a soft click as the security lock clicked into place. He lived modestly, but today his house looked like a huge empty villa to him.At the thought he emphasized the word "teach" very strongly. No clattering dishes could be heard in the kitchen. The television didn't work either. Nor was the radio on. What was going on here? Where was his wife? Did Lisa go somewhere else? To your family doctor or to the park? Or maybe she had just gone shopping. For the time being, Beek wasn't worried. He wouldn't really be looking for her for an hour.
He leaned in his chair and picked up the remote control. Now he pressed the button and noticed that the device had been set to a black and white channel. There was no sound. The man took a closer look at the trembling image. A television reporter reported something. Policemen stood in the background. They frantically waved their arms and winced all the time. Now one fell to the ground and the camera panned around. Suddenly it flew through the air and all you could see was snow. Logan was startled. What he saw wasn't normal.He straightened up and leaned over the phone. He tapped on it to get a better picture. The snow disappeared and you could see the bottom of a street. In the lower corner of the screen was an icon that said: Life News
Something told him to record this. A certain premonition spread within him. He took what he believed to be a teaching tape from the shelf and slid it into the recorder. Logan pressed a few buttons and then waited.
He examined the picture and found that further ahead, in the background, was a blonde woman. She was swimming in a pool of blood, but she wasn't dead yet. She tried to drag herself closer to the camera. Tense, she pulled closer and it seemed like a relief that she finally held the recording device in her hands.
Logan's heart began to beat faster. He just couldn't believe it. He stared at the woman with his mouth open.She looked a lot like his wife Lisa. His breath caught and he didn't want to take his eyes off it. She stared at the screen, her face smeared with blood. Logan felt that she wanted to say something and turned up the volume. Finally she brought out:
"Logan ...!" Another voice interfered in the background and Logan shivered in disbelief. "Shut up you bitch!" said the voice and put a pistol in Lisa’s back. His finger twitched back. The shot broke through the silent, and Logan's wife's body relaxed. Slowly her head sank to the cold, dirty street floor, then she was dead.
Logan Beek wanted to scream, but instead he began to cry bitterly and buried his head in his hands.
"Why...?" stammered he curled up in a ball on the floor. Another shot echoed and the picture showed snow again. Strangely, the device turned itself off and the phone began to ring vigorously.