Snippet #2050547

Dialtone gave his signature chuckle, which sounded warm as always.

"That is not important. For now. In time, you will see..."

A clicking sound, not of the phone, but something else rang in the background of the phone call. To an untrained ear, it could have been anything. To the trained ear, the slight sliding of brass would have been heard as a round entered the chamber of metal, a rifle ready for firing.

"Did you know that your grandmother is afraid of the dark?"

A shattering of glass, a scream of terror as the kitchen light exploded, the fragments raining like fairy dust over the old lady. The shots were repeated, over and over, as every light source visible through a window was shot out, moving methodically. While not all the lights would be put out, it was enough to dim the lighting of place from a safe, comfortable home to a dangerous place of mismatched light.

"Oh, yes. And the Lord's enemy...yes, she does not like that. See you soon."

Click.