Tentatively, Fuller grabs hold of the knob, ear pressing against the wood "Hello?" The handle is twisted a few inches to reveal the door isn't locked "I'm coming in"
Lewis clenches his eyes shut, body stiffening as the door begins to open, this is it for him, he'd never graduate college, never see his family again, never kiss Venna.
The motel room door opens to reveal nothing but darkness, a flick of the light switch shows there's nothing "Lewis?"
Lewis opens his eyes at the sound of his brother's voice, the sight before him was the same, gun still aiming at his head and door still closed.
Confused glances meet his smirking captor, the man holding a finger to his lips, signaling Lewis to be silent as he leaned against the wall.
Fuller was in room 17 just like how they pranked Rusty and sent him to the wrong door, while they heard it all from 18
Wide eyes look everywhere as Fuller enters the room, back pressed against the wall in his stealth approach from the beds to the bathroom.
Body slouching and deep breath leaving at the sight of no one in the room, Fuller didn't get anymore time to think when the phone began to ring.
The man jogging back into the room and picking up device "Hello?"
"Nice isn't it?" States Rusty "being on the receiving end"
"Where the hell is Lewis?" Demands Fuller
"Who?" Taunts Rusty, eyes taking in the blonde in question
"I'm not kidding around here man, where the hell is my brother?" States Fuller
"Ya see, you might not be kidding, but I am." Responds Rusty "That's the point, get it?"
"You made your point when you killed that fat guy! We said we were fucking sorry already!"
"See that's not really true is it?" Says Rusty "Candy Cane apologized, but you Black Sheep? I haven't heard a beep out of you."
"Fuck you, man! I did apologize to your sorry ass!" States Fuller in anger
"You know what I think is a real kick, Fuller? Pretending the person I'm talking to is right next to me."
Fuller slowly leans his head against the wall, if he was right then that psycho was right next door.
"Not what you expected is it? It's not what I expected in room 17 either, ya guys listening right through the wall."
"What do you want from us? You followed us all the way here for a fucking game of hide and seek?" Speaks Fuller, ear still firmly pressed against the wall.
"I just wanna enjoy this for a second, for once you're the one at my mercy Fuller and of course we can't forget about Candy Cane."
"His name is Lewis! And he better not have a scratch on him or you're dead!" Promises Fuller, he now knew Rusty was in room 18, heard the man through the wall "Is my brother in there?"
"Oh yeah he's here, waiting on you. Why don't you come over? Don't want to stand up your Candy Cane, do ya?"
"We've learned our lesson, alright? So why not just give back Lewis and we won't tell a soul, we'll just walk away, sound good?"
"Your Candy Canes waiting" answers Rusty gruffly as he hangs up the phone.
Fuller angrily slams the phone down before marching out of the room, now standing in front of door 18, fingers brushed across the knob before pulling back.
Fuller didn't know why Rusty Nail wanted him in that room so badly, but he was done playing this sick fucks game.
Carefully the man lowers to his knees and crawls underneath the rooms window, successfully making his way towards the back to a large boarded door.
Hinges chimed as the door was opened, revealing old furniture, soil potts "This place must be the motels dump."
Rows of windows lined the back of the motels walls, peering into each one and counting as Fuller makes his way to number 18.
Stepping a top an empty paint can, Fuller peers inside the room through the curtains, he couldn't see much though.
Hearing, however, was something he could do easily, recognizing his younger brother's muffled voice from inside made his heart skip, Lewis was alive.
"Plan, plan, I need a plan!" Whispers Fuller quietly, Lewis was in there, but so was Rusty Nail.
Looking around for anything he could use as a weapon revealed the perfect tool for his issue, it didn't matter if the freak show had the keys ... He could hot-wire the truck.
Picking the lock was child's play, cutting the wires and meshing the two together shockingly was going to take some time "God damn!"
"Hang in there, Lewis" States Fuller, tongue hanging out as he performed his craft "Big brother's coming for you."
Fuller's face scrunched in worry "Fucking start already! Come on!"
No doubt Rusty was hearing his attempts, the man would be out the door in no time, at least he hoped.
With one final flick the truck roars to life "About fucking time!"
Fuller now sitting in the drivers seat, facing the back of the motel, hands clenched in fury and raw anger ... Who's at mercy now asshole?
Lights are flashed on in warning, Fuller narrowing in to room 18, watching as the blinds are ripped away, finally revealing the room to Fuller
"I'm coming in you sick son of a bitch!" The games over, Fuller is ending it here and now.
A few revs to check the engine and he was ready, foot to the gas pedal has him accelerating, to kill this asshole who had his brother ...
Wait, his brother ... Lewis was in there! "Shit!"
Fuller applies the breaks as he smashes through the outer-fence, "Fuck!" How could he have forgotten about Lewis? He'd been so wrapped up in petty revenge and killing this guy, he'd forgotten why.
"Lewis!" The truck clears the first wall like it's nothing, brick and wood flying "I'm sorry!"