Not really sure if I'll do anything with this. Just had some inpiration and wanted to write on it. Either way, here's some Coltland twins stuff.
“Colt?” Your voice cracked over the phone, breathless and choppy.
My shoulders straightened at the sound of your voice—this wasn’t going to a normal phone call.
“Colt— Colt, they’re—“ you panted. You were running. I could tell from the rhythmic breaks in your voice and the pounding from the other side of the phone.
I cut you off. “Ry, slow down. What’s going on?”
You didn’t listen to me. Never did, did you?
“Colt, they’re making me— I don’t want to—” your voice cracked and broke for a second. “I don’t want to go—” you wheezed
I felt my eyes widen just slightly in alarm. I pressed my phone more firmly to my ear in hopes to hear you better. “Go where, Ry?” I asked firmly, hoping I sounded less scared than I felt and safer than you seemed to be.
“I— help me, please— I don’t wanna—”
“You won’t.” Whatever it is you didn’t wanna do. “You won’t, okay? Where are you?”
I stopped asking questions.
“I’m coming.” My voice cracked too. “I’m coming— just wait for me. Hold on.” My hand tightened around my phone as I fumbled with my keys, heading for my car. I wasn’t quite sure yet where I was going, but that’s alright. I’d figure it out.
My heart rate spiked. It felt uncomfortable and too hard in my chest, not fitting right between my ribs. “Ry?” I pulled out into the road, foot pressed against the accelerator too hard. I didn’t slow down. “Ryland!”
Faint yelling on the other side. Hoarse cries, screams. Then they ceased.
It sounded like the phone was picked up, and then the call was cut.
I called about a million times on the drive over. I found your location on my phone.
When I got to that place, no one told me anything of use. Some people had no idea what I’m talking about, others were very tight lipped. Not many seemed to know what happened, and those who did had nothing to say to me.
There was some talk of the project, which I’d heard from you. There was talk of an explosion. The one that wiped out every acceptable candidate.
Accept one, of course. That would be you.
I put the pieces together well enough on my own.
I wanted to stay for longer and demand answers, but it was obvious at the time that no one was going to tell me anything. I would come back later. Nothing was going to come of that visit.
So I left after a few hours, sick to my stomach. I played the call again, hoping to find any sort of information or clue as to what happened.
The only decipherable words were yours. I did come to the conclusion that you were running on grass, but that didn’t give me much. You sounded so scared. So damn scared.
