Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)

Wake Up Call

     Kyle's POV

My eyes opened up to an unpleasant amount of blinding sunlight coming through the blinds. 'Agh fuck...why does it get bright so early?!' I tiredly sat up in the bed, quietly groaning at the time, which was five fucking thirty in the morning. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was happily sleeping on her side of our bed, the sun highlighting the shadows in her tangled hair. I longed to hear Janna's secret to sleeping, but I knew that it would most likely never happen because of my occupation of being a coroner. So knowing that it would be completely useless to attempt to go back to sleep, I got out of bed, my toes tingling as they hit the freezing floor.

     The floor stuck to my hot feet, with an uncomfortable sticky sensation at the bottom of my feet as I walked to the bathroom, placing my clean set of clothes on the top rack of the metal shelf that was sitting in the corner of the room beside the shower. I stripped and stepped inside the shower space, shivering at the water that pooled at my feet. My hand quickly struck out and turned the temperature handle to the warm side, and a sigh of relaxation left my lips as the steaming water splashed against my skin. I found it to be quite nice to have warm water showering on my body in the summer, it gave me a sense of refreshment. 

     Since it was so fucking early in the morning, I took a long, well-needed shower, one that I hadn't had for a while due to being at the morgue for many hours. Once I had finished, I took my towel off the bar, drying myself before slipping on a pair of cat boxers, hiding it under my Nike basketball shorts, topping off the outfit with my majestic cat t-shirt. I also put on a pair of socks, finding it much nicer to walk around knowing that dust particles wouldn't stick to my feet. However, on my way back to the bedroom to grab my phone, the home phone rang from the kitchen. 'Why the fuck do people get up so early to call someone? It's not like it's the last day of their lives,' I pursed my lips, picking up the phone with annoyance.

     "Hello?" I asked with a tiredly grumpy tone.

     "Kyle?" the familiar voice on the other end was slightly unsettled by my attitude. Fuck.

     "Oh, sorry Awuoi, I'm just tired," I sheepishly laughed.

     "It's fine," I could see the understanding on her face.

     "So what's up?"

     "Dan called earlier..." her usual cheerful tone dropped.

     "What'd he say?" I asked, intrigued by my mate's unexpected call.

     "He saw who The Nightmare is," Will's girlfriend sighed. "A-and...it's-"

     "Who? C'mon, you can tell me."

     "H-Hannah..." she replied quietly, nearly inaudible to my ears. 'What.'

     "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH?!?!?!?!?!?" I screamed into the phone, probably loud enough for the whole street to hear. I didn't give a fuck about it.

     "Vancouver, I thi-" she stopped.

     "Awuoi?"

     "S-she escaped t-to Seattle...it's o-on the news," she stuttered.

     Instantly, I made a dash to the living room, fumbling around to get the remote from the coffee table. 'C'mon...red, red, red...' I hastily searched the long remote for the power button, finally finding it after a few seconds. Luckily, the television was already on the news channel, with a well dressed woman sitting at a desk, a solemn expression in her eyes. I turned the volume up, but disappointedly spotted Janna grumpily leaving the bedroom. Well, fuck. She shot an evil glare at me, then stopped once she saw the breaking news headline sprawled out on the bottom of the flatscreen. I patted the couch cushion for my girlfriend to sit down beside me.