DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN EASTENDERS.
The phone was ringing.
Max hesitantly picked it up.
"Er….hello?" he spoke into the phone.
A crackling voice answered him.
"Max, it's Phil. I have a plan, but you have to be sworn to secrecy." said Phil.
"Ok. Continue." said Max.
Little did they know that, ¼ of a mile away, Jack had tapped into the conversation, and was noting everything they said.
O O O
"Listen up. Max and Phil are planning to kill everyone in Albert Square in really dreadful ways." said Jack to Ronnie.
"Eh? What are you saying?" asked Ronnie.
"It's awful, I know. I recorded it late last night, at the club. Here." said Jack, handing Ronnie the recording.
She listened to it, and then looked up at Jack.
"This is bad. We have to warn Sean!" said Ronnie.
O O O
They ran down the road. They saw Sean on the pavement.
"Sean!" shouted Ronnie.
"What? Something wrong?" asked Sean.
Just then, a car, driven by Max came round the corner at high speed.
Sean looked at it like a deer in the headlights.
Then Max put his foot on the accelerator and drove into Sean, knocking him over, breaking both his legs and his right arm.
Then Max got out the car and took a spike off the iron railings, and plunged it into Sean's heart.
Max spat on the ground.
"Let that be a warning to you." said Max, driving off after getting in the car.
Ronnie ran over to Sean, but he was already dead.
"Darn it!" said Jack.
O O O
Max and Phil met in a secret location.
"Have you killed Sean yet?" asked Phil.
"Of course I have. What kind of murderer would I be otherwise?" said Max.
"Ok, now I'll go kill Darren! MWHAHAHAHAHA!" said Phil, pulling out a knife identical to Jay's.
"How did you steal it?" asked Max.
"I didn't. He gave it to me in return for sparing his life." said Phil.
"And do you intend to?" asked Max.
"Perhaps." said Phil, smirking.
O O O
"Who do you think Max and Phil's next victim will be?" asked Jack.
"Someone who's wronged them. First it was Sean because of him and Tanya, Max was jealous…so, assuming they'll take it in turns, Phil…..well, he could kill me…" said Ronnie.
"Or me, or Darren….or anyone, really." said Jack, leaning back on the chair he was in.
O O O
Phil inspected the knife, gleaming in the light of a full moon.
Darren yawned and walked to the car lot.
He walked inside and closed the door.
Phil came out from his hiding place of some bushes, and looked towards the door.
"Tonight, Darren, you will pay…..and I don't accept credit cards….or cash, for that matter…" muttered Phil, walking up to the door.
O O O
