2 Night Light

Owen:

Dad was just watching some show called Defending Jacob. He loved the show—by just that night. Looking at the phone in their rented apartment, he thought of something to eat. He grabbed the phone, pressed zero, and sighed drained.

"Hello, what do you need," the waiter on the phone said. "I want something like a double cheeseburger," Dad said, with his mouth-watering.

"Would you like to listen to something I need."

Dad became a bit confused. "Well, go ahead then," he said, shifting his position on his seat. "I want six hunded thousand pounds from you."

"Um, I'm sorry. I don't use that kind of language. I use more of a specific language—"

"Shush up! That is not what I'm asking for." Dad began to get out his bought phone. "Don't even bring it out boy," the waiter, if it was even a waiter anymore, hissed. His voice started to sound sly, and the cackle in his voice began to grow.

"Can you please let me watch something in peace?��� Dad asked vexedly. The phone hung up, leaving Dad, frozen in fear. "Six hundred thousand pounds, what is even six hundred thousand pounds even?"

The door rang. Dad looked around and got a vase from the door. He hid by the door and peaked out. He opened the door, and it was Owen.

The dad sighed in relief and took many breaths. Owen gave a very pleasant smile to Dad. "How was school?" Dad asked. "And what's with your hair?" "It's just a hairstyle that's popular in school," Owen said. "And, the school was perfect. It's just that the bathrooms had no doors." Owen walked through and Dad closed the door. "I also made you this Father's Day card," he said. "Thanks, Owen," he said, reaching for the card. "It's not time yet, Dad," Owen said, laughing.

Dad laughed uncomfortably, but the smile didn't last long. Owen quickly hurried and hugged Dad. "I love you, Dad." Dad was near tears. Owen never hugged or said it in such a touching way like before—ever since— the wildfire.

"Where's the food?" he asked. Dad looked around. He didn't want to scare himself with the call again. But, he didn't want to break the bond with Owen that minute. "Um, the phone wasn't working," Dad lied, trying not to keep his fear prolonged. "Well, I can use my room's phone," Owen said, running to it. Dad raised his hand, "Nope, I can just order. How about that?" Owen shrugged. He closed the door, but suddenly, the lights went out.

The darkness filled the place, and fear in their hearts. "Dad? What's happening?" he asked angstily. Dad couldn't see anything. Suddenly, Dad found himself flying and hitting the plates, although he didn't know who hit him.

Plates shattered. Guns were fired. Owen found himself banging onto the ground. He managed to weakly get up. In fear, he ran and unfortunately tripped. He felt a sharp glass go through his forehead. "Ahhhh!" he shouted. He felt blood running on his head. "Dad—" Owen felt a tight hold around his throat suddenly. He grabbed his arms and coughed. He was losing breath, and he slapped the man. Although he couldn't see where he was going, he had to go somewhere. He tried to run to his room but someone pushed him and he crashed through the glass.

Owen was near faint, and the blood was rushing into his head. Hanging upside down on the highest floor of the hotel was very nerve-racking. He screamed a reverberant scream; enough to wake someone from their sleep. But, it seemed hushed. Then, with a rush, he was pulled into the building and was knocked out.

Doxin:

Doxin's eyes blinked a few times. "Doxin!" someone shouted. He woke up frightened and shakingly put out finger guns. Arthur and Jacques were talking with a cup of coffee. Doxin was a bit uncertain of what's been happening. "I'm sorry," he said. "Is there some kind of party that I missed?" Arthur looked at Doxin, "Yes, you've missed four hours of your life." Doxin squinted to the sky. It was night, around about six' fifty.

"Oh, I'm afraid that work is about to be over for you. I was having a great time with my exquis brother,' Arthur jested. Jacques shook his head. "I believe it only works on women, mon frère."

The phone rang. "It's probably Mr. Degeneres," Doxin mumbled. He picked up the phone jadedly. "Hello, this is Detective Doxin in service," he said. There were muffled sounds. "Emergency."

"80 E Harmon Ave."

Screaming was heard, and gunshots were heard. "Stop, please!" someone screamed on the phone. What was happening there? Doxin put the cellphone down and called another number. "Get me a perimeter around Elara Hotel, now!"

"What happened?" Jacques asked. Doxin put on his jacket. "A raid in a room," Doxin said. As both detectives went out of the room, Arthur just poured himself another cup of coffee.

As ordered, many police cars were surrounding the Elara Hotel. Det. Doxin and Det. Jacques got out of their GTS car. "Where's the raid at?" Det. Jacques asked. The sheriff seemed to be a bit silent. "Well, we see a broken window." Det. Doxin got his binoculars. "Shut down the building!" he shouted. He could see some armored men, with big handy guns and pistols. "Come on," Det. Doxin said to Jacques.

Barging into the hotel, they took out their flashlights. There were a bunch of dead people with blood splattered on the walls. A knife was through a man's head. Jacques winced a bit. Doxin climbed up a bloody stool that probably the man was sitting on. He held the pocketknife, wiggled it out.

He got a bottle of water and washed out the blood. But only mysterious bloody fingerprints remained. "Do we have a bag here?" Det. Doxin asked. Jacques passed him a Ziploc bag. Det. Doxin put the knife inside the bag. Det. Jacques asked, "Shouldn't we hurry before that man dies?" Det. Doxin nodded. They hurried, their legs going faster than a car's wheel, and their long jackets swaying like capes in the wind. The broken window was placed in room 400. Det. Doxin knocked on the door. "FBI," he said, although he wasn't sure if he was even FBI.

No one even opened the door. "Oh well," Det. Jacques said thoughtfully. He kicked the door and put up his gun. A bunch of blood was on the walls, and a man was holding a knife, threatening to kill Owen.

"Hands up!" Det. Doxin ordered. The man had a burn on his eye and a knife through his neck. His eyes were steel of vengeance. But something was behind the wall. It said: Srehtaf eht ot Thead. Det. Doxin looked at it. He took out his phone and took a picture. The man began to grumble. "You move, and this boy dies," he said holding the knife. "Please, put the knife down," Det. Jacques demanded. "Help!" Owen cried. "Shush up!" the man barked. "Or I will kill you!" Det. Doxin didn't know what to do. One choice was to shoot him, but they needed information from him. Unless—.

"All right Jacques," Doxin whispered. "As I pull the trigger, you shoot the taser, got it?"

Det. Jacques nodded. According to plan, Det. Doxin pulled the trigger and shot at the wall. Jacques pulled the trigger on the taser. The man started shaking and Det. Doxin grabbed the boy. Jacques decided to hold the man. But then filled the air. "Let's move!" Det. Jacques shouted. They went down the stairs and footsteps were behind them. Unable to see where they were going with the power off, Jacques flipped down the stairs. Luckily, they went out of the building and the raiders continued to bother them no more.

Officers held Owen and arrested the raider. He clenched his teeth as he tries to hold the numbing pain he felt.