Noah Warner

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive.

[noah-warner]

detectivekbradley:

     "It’s a fact of life,” he drawls. “People never get better or worse. They just show their true colors from time to time.” He turns to the younger male and lets out a bitter chuckle. “Not unless you count them renovating the Burger King on Hylan Boulevard. But how’s your family doing? Everyone okay?”

“ I don’t know. I think people are capable of change sometimes.” Noah said, shrugging a little before looking up at the male. Were they though? Noah had believed he had changed and look what he had done. He was trying to stay cool in front of the detective but Noah just felt he could see right through him. “Yeah..uh..everyone’s doing great. They love it out in Philadelphia. What about yours?”

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴀꜱʜ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʟʟʙᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ.

Noah: I'll hear you out.

Noah: but my answer isn't going to change.

Noah: You're not going to convince me.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ. ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: [ there's a pause, accompanied with a loud, but muffled, THUMP. ]

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ, ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴏʟᴇ... ɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱɪxᴛʏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ.

Noah: [there's a pause]

Noah: Fine, I won't go to the cops.

Noah: But i'm not sending your stupid fucking message.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ɴᴏᴀʜ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀɢᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴀᴡᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴏʜ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ.

Noah: I'm not checking that drawer again. How do you even keep getting into my apartment?

Noah:I'm going to the cops and telling them about all of this.

Noah: I don't want to hurt another person, you fucking psycho. I won't do it.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱʜ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ, ɴᴏᴀʜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ. ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.

Noah: I'm not lying. I don't want to do it again.

Noah: I threw my lighter in the fire. It's gone. No more.

Noah: What are you going to do if I refuse? If I say yes but then don't do it?

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ, ɴᴏᴀʜ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: [ he laughs again, this time more loudly. ]

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴡ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ... ʜᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ...

Noah: Whatever that feeling was, it's not coming back.

Noah: Just find someone else. Please.

Noah: I did what you wanted to do, now just find someone else.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: [ a low chuckle crackles through the receiver. ]

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀʀꜱᴏɴ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ.

Noah: No you told me no one would be there! You fucking asshole.

Noah: I'm done. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. I'm not...I can't do it again.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ.

Noah: You fucking told me no one would get hurt! You said no one was in there!

Noah: You can forget about it if you want me to light something else on fire.

Noah: I'm fucking done.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴀʜ.

Noah: Hello?

Noah: Is the guy who called me from before?

[noah-warner]

Crash and Burn~self para

It was the morning after the fire and Noah woke up feeling free for the first time in awhile. Setting that fire and letting everything that he had been holding back, go, was amazing. He had gone to bed with a smile on his face and woken up in the same chipper manner. Now all he had to do was not do it again, but he was enjoying the slight burst of freedom while he had it. Noah went to hit kitchen and flipped on the tv as he grabbed a bowl and started getting cereal, whistling a little bit as he was in such a good mood. He paused after a few minutes though, hearing the news of the fire on the television. 

Noah’s face paled as he saw what had happened, his breathing getting heavier and his mouth becoming dry. “No no no no. This can’t be happening.” He whispered to no one but himself. He moved closer to the tv, his eyes wide and he felt almost as if he was about to have a panic attack. Three people had been in that fire, their bodies completely mutilated. One firefighter had been affected and was in the hospital and it was all his fault. Noah just turned off the tv and moved back and sat down in the chair, just staring at the wall. His breath was getting harder to catch and it was getting faster and he felt like he was about to puke. He had been promised that no one would get hurt and then this kind of thing happened. He grabbed his phone to call out of work because there was no way he could go in like this. All he was going to do was sit and hide from the world, hoping no one would ever figure out that he had just killed three people.

[noah-warner]

I Want to Watch the World Burn ~Self Para~

Noah couldn’t believe he was doing this again. It had been four years since he had lit a fire and the only reason he had done it then was to light a campfire, where he had supervision. The last time he did something like this was when he had been in Easthaven as a kid. He had sworn to himself that he would never do anything like it again but yet here he was. Noah had gone and got kerosene earlier, thinking that it would be easier to spread that way and he could get out faster that way. No one was to know what happened here tonight. He didn’t know why the person who called him needed this building burned down but he didn’t care. If it was between this and his life, he would take this...no matter what the consequences may be. 

He grabbed the buckets of kerosene and made his way to the building, the lighter growing heavier and heavier in his pocket as he walked. Every alarm in his system was telling him to stop but he couldn’t. His mind was already made up and that little feeling that he had suppressed was coming up and he was getting more and more excited, which really concerned him. If he didn’t walk away right now, what would he become? Noah got to the door and opened it slowly, glad that it was open and he could just walk right in. He poked his head in and waited for a few moments. When he truly didn’t hear anyone or see anything, he went in feeling a bit more relieved. As long as he didn’t hurt anyone, he didn’t mind breaking for just one night. 

He went upstairs first, opening the bucket and started to pour. He had never done something this big but the sound of the liquid hitting the concrete got him excited. No matter what happened, or why he was doing this, the fire would be gorgeous as a result of this. Beautiful and big. He emptied the first can halfway down the stairs and opened the second one and finished coating the lining of the first. That would get the job done just fine. Noah made his way to the door and took his lighter out of his pocket but once he was outside, he paused. 

Noah was shaking hard as he stared at the building. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to walk away. The smell of kerosene was filling his nostrils and that was edging him more to staying and finishing it and his mind was so conflicted. He could just walk away but what would that cost him? His life? He could flee town but he had just established himself in the real world without his parents and he needed his job. Or Noah could stay. Noah could burn this building down and forget anything happened at all. He’d go back to therapy for a little and work through the problems and be fine. He would never pick up a lighter again. He looked down at the lighter in his hand and without a second thought he bent down and lit the kerosene. The sight of the fire bursting into action was like Christmas Day. A smile grew onto his face just as the fire grew and he felt this sort of happiness that he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time.

After a few minutes of watching the trail of fire, he realized he needed to get out. He threw the lighter in the fire and ran back to his car, turning it on and driving off without a second glance. The building would be visible from miles away so he drove far enough away that he could still watch the fire but remain hidden enough that no one would find him. Noah turned the car off and just sat back and smiled as he watched the fire grow and the smell of smoke filled his lungs. No matter what doubts he had before, the feeling of pure elation was enough to make it all worth it. Now all he had to do was sit back and watch the world burn in front of him.  

[noah-warner]

aidanmurillo:

– “I think being somewhere that’s not East Haven just gives you a false sense of hope,” Aidan grinned briefly, though that quickly faded at the mention of him being stuck in the terrible town. “It’s uh– it’s been okay… Like, sure, I’d rather leave but… Someones gotta run the shop and my parents have other business things to do so… Yeah. Not like I could get into college anyway. Not lucky like you. What’re you doing back here though? Where are you working?”

“I mean, true. It took me a lot of therapy to get that hope though. But I’m guessing most people need therapy after the shit they’ve been put through.” Noah said, before pulling out the water bottle that was in his backpack and opening up and taking a drink.”You think you would ever leave if you could though?” He asked. “And I’m sure you could get into college, man. I did and I set a school on fire and burned a kids arm.” Noah said. Though the only reason he had gotten in was because his father had taken a job there and he promised that his son wouldn’t do anything to mess it up. Though many times he wanted to, he couldn’t let his parents down again. “Uh, this is the only place I got hired. I’m working for that P.R firm on the North, making posters and videos and ads for companies. I guess I’m kind of the graphic designer though my official title is “Media Specialist” he chuckled “What’re you up to other than running the shop?”

[noah-warner]

unholyalexander:

     “don’t count on it. things have really heated up in the last few years… seems like the north hates our guts more than ever. of course, the same could be said about us.” alex laughed lightly, although there really wasn’t much humor in the situation. he could remember a time when the feud between the two sides of town hadn’t been as pervasive, but ever since the killer had gone around stirring things up, it seemed like the situation had never been worse. “nobody does… well, at least i hope not. there’s nothing good about the interesting things around here.” he nodded, a softer smile twitching at his lips. “yeah, i guess. he’s only got me, so i’m just trying to do my part. i wouldn’t be where i was today without him.”

“The feud is what makes Easthaven special. It’s never going to change and as much as I hate it sometimes, I don’t think I’d mind it if it didn’t go away entirely. But when you bring murder into the picture...” Noah just shook his head “You have a whole different story.” Noah hadn’t been the best kid and had participated in the feud more than he’d like to have, looking back on it, but he would never have condoned murder. He had hurt a kid with his recklessness and he felt guilty and that had just been a small burn on the arm. He couldn’t imagine the guilt that came with taking someones life. “Honestly? It’s sweet. Wish I had that good of a relationship with my dad.” he admitted. “He seems really lucky to have you.”

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ. ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇꜱ, ɴᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀꜱ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ...

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ?

Noah: Fine. Fuck....fine. I'll do it.

Noah: But this is it. I'm not going to do anything else for you.

Noah: Now will you tell me who you are?

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴀʙʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍꜱ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ... ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴜɴ?

Noah: Whats the harm?! What's. the. harm?!

Noah: I could hurt someone! That's the harm!

Noah: Look....if you really want me to do this, what do I get out of it?

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ?

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɴᴏᴀʜ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ...

Noah: I can't...I can't do it.

Noah: please don't make me.

Noah: I can't turn into that again.

[noah-warner]

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UNKNOWN NUMBER: ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀɪꜱᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴀʜ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇʀ.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ.

Noah: Pray tell, what could you possibly do if I say no. I won't tell anyone about this. Just find someone else.