“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I shouted for him to hear me. “Are you abck for good? Is this the start of disaster day? Is this the start of the second waves of the killings that you ar eleading?” I added but he didn’t answer.
Until I saw him slowly picking something inside the pocket of his hoodie.
It was a small phone, like a phone from 90’s.
He started typing there and I wass there, stadnding like an ididot, waiting for what is he going to do next instead of me running toward shim.
My phone vibrated and I look at it, and it was no ohter than C.
Texted me.
‘Yes I am back…. But not for good.’
“What are yuou doing?” I aks him and he starts typing again to the keyborad of his small phone and my phone vibrated again.
‘Revenge’
He said whe he slowly raises his left hand and poi ted his finger t
