Author's Note: here we are with chapter 6!
Graveofthefireflies: im glad your liking it, im writing chapters as fast as I can now lol
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Chapter 6: The Address
Later that afternoon, James had fallen asleep in his office. He was awoken by his phone ringing on his desk.
"Hello?" He answered as quickly as he grabbed the phone.
"James, It's Shawn Jackson. I have an address for you. The resident is in fact your brother, all the information matches up." Shawn got right to the point.
"Come again?" James wasn't sure if he heard Shawn correctly.
"Grab a pen and paper" Shawn instructed over the phone. James cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear, as he pulled out a stack of light pink post-it notes from his top left-hand drawer and a pen from his white coat chest pocket.
"Okay." James gave the go ahead. Shawn spoke the address slowly, and preated it, to make sure James got it down correctly.
"Okay..I got it. Thank you Shawn" James thanked him.
"No probs. My secretary will mail you your bill." Shawn then said good by and hung up.
James hung up as well, staring at the address down on the post-it note. It wasn't too far away from the hospital. He new exactly where it was.
The end of the day finally came. James had been impatiently waiting for this. He was able to hold back his impulsive urge to get up and leave, but then again he didn't exactly want Lisa all over him about it. He didn't really want anyone to know. At least not til he was sure this was where is brother was.
He pulled his boots on and over coat, then stepped outside. It was raining hard, the cold water hit him and sent a chill down his spine. He instinctively pushed his collar up, and kept his head down, as he set off down the street.
10 minutes later...
James stopped at an alley. He now resembled a drowned rat. His drenched hair was plastered to his skin dripping beads of water down to his face. He was shivering slightly, it was now cold enough for him to see hiw own shaky breathe. James glanced down at the post it note that was half way wet now, from his weak attempts to keep it dry. He then glanced down the dark dank alley.
'This is it' He thought to himself.
James took a deep breathe then proceeded into the alley. He made his way down the alley, dodging the discarded trash that was littered everywhere. He attempted not to step on it, but there was so much, he couldn't avoid it. Finally about half way down the alley, James spotted a door. On the side of the door he saw the number that corresponded with the one attached to the address.
James smiled weakly, He had found it without too much difficulty. He slowly rose his hand to the door, knocking on it hard three times. He then awaited an answer.
After a long moment of silence, James thought no one was home. Then suddenly the door creaked opened a inch. He stared at the door for a long second debating whether or not to enter, getting a strange feeling.
Finally he decided to do it, pushing is strange feeling aside. He placed his hand on the door firmly and pressed it open slowly. He was greeted by darkness in the room. He then took a step forward into the dark room, and out of the rain. He shook himself a second to get rid of the access wetness on him. There was a long silence as he went to look around for a light switch.
Suddenly he heard a thud, followed by a instant flood of agonizing pain that had exploded in his head. He felt himself fall into a leaning position on the door, too heavily leaning though, the door pushed open further, making James fall to the ground from the impact of the invisible hit. It felt like a bat had hit him across the head. He hit the ground and felt the crunchs and cracks of glass breaking under him, as if he had fell on a empty bottle. Before he could decipher any of this though the darkness took a hold of him, pushing him into the unconcious world.