Closer (Continued)

Kane Nomed was Ezekiel’s roommate and best friend, they are inseparable which causes them to never capitulate even in the harshest times. They both woke up in their pretty messy dorm room which was more like an apartment. It had more than enough space; with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and bedroom to share. First, Ezekiel woke up with his eyes blurred from the light gleaming through the window behind the television like a ray of fireflies. Eyes shut tight to avoid contact but sluggishly struggling to lift himself from the couch because his arms were still weak and his legs still numb. So he rolls his body off the couch onto the ground almost on their dog Rocky which was ironically a Boxer Terrier. His nerves crawled up his spine like army ants as the numbness evaporated and he arose with the sun then made his way towards the bathroom. He took a quick glance at the mirror then brushed his teeth. And washed his face that had only one small pimple on his forehead, which never really irritated him unless he focused on it.
Kane then appeared in the mirror which Ezekiel saw in his peripheral vision. It gave him a startle and Kane a chuckle as Ezekiel reacted.
Kane then blurted out: “Skittish much?”
Ezekiel replied angrily: “No, but you sure sneaked up on me.” While slugging Kane in the arm.
Kane didn’t budge. Didn’t even flinch. His arm was rock solid just like the rest of his body. He was definitely uglier than Ezekiel but he stronger too. Ezekiel then ignored his friend who was now exiting the room.
Ezekiel snap and pointed: “That’s right just turn walk away.” He smirked at his own tasteless humor as he finished his business in the bathroom. Kane just kept walking until he got to their room and got dressed. Ezekiel slipped on his jeans that he folded the day before and then threw on his collared black shirt while entering an arm into each sleeve. He strode for the front door, as Kane rampages down the hallway to make it to the door first like two football players in a race to get the ball on a fumble. They both have their hands on the doorknob as they argue immaturely about who won and who didn’t. After they both settle the score, they exit and continue down a long hallway with a bunch of doors; more dorm rooms that look similar to Ezekiel’s and Kane’s.
The hallway of dorm rooms then venture off into a staircase at the end either lead down or up. They both go down and head for the café area of restraunts where they both usually eat breakfast. The place they ate was Elmer’s. They then stormed out the café campus doors towards the other building across the street with full stomach. Ezekiel made it to class fifteen minutes early but Kane made it just on time because he left his Advanced Math book back at their room. Kane showed up and the math teacher at Michigan State College: Mr. Hemington, just before he was going to give his lecture on the quadratic formula and how useful it is.
It was a normal day at Michigan State College just like the day before. It was their last quarter until they graduated from college, Ezekiel going into philosophy and Kane become a police chief. Kane always bragged that he would have the title: Chief Nomed which had a good ring to it. Anyways, the class ended and then the teacher, Mr. Hemington realized three of his best students were missing. Alarmed at this news he tries to search for them.
The teacher asks everyone around the campus the same question: “Have you seen Gil, Drake, and Mary?” while pointing to the attendance list with concern glimmering in his pupils at every answer he got. Some people didn’t know who they were, others said they hadn’t seen them for days, but most just ignored him like they didn’t even hear him. Disturbed at his results, he returns back to his apartment complex a couple blocks down the street as he’s driving he tries to remember the last time he saw his students. Once he arrives home he for the most part forgets the students concluding they probably dropped out and transferred to another college. But then suddenly when he steps into the kitchen he finds his students beheaded on the floor covering it with a pool of blood. Then blood smeared letters on the walls that said: “I’m closer than you think I am.” With yellow stick notes covering the bodies, written in red ink: “Sincerely, Nightmare.” across every one. The teacher panicked and screamed in sheer terror and ran back out the door looking for someone to help him.
Mr. Hemington reached into his pocket anxiously and dialed “9-1-1”.
A female voice answered: “Hello, do you have an emer…?”
Mr. Hemington stutters in anxiety: “H-hello, i-is thi-s-s the the police?”
Female replies calmly: “No, do you need to reach th..?”
Mr. Hemington interrupts and answers: “Yes! Yes! Patch me through to the police please. It’s an emergency!!”
Female says with a slight tone of stress: “Okay, I have to put you on hold in order to…”
Mr. Hemington interrupts again: “Just do it! Fast!”
Mr. Hemington held the phone waiting for a voice to answer, the “jazzy-hold-music” was playing right now. Truth be told, Kane answered the phone (it was his job to write down the incidents and inform the captain).
Kane said with urgency in his voice: “Who is this? And what seems to be the problem?”
“Mr. Hemington, and there is a killer named Nightmare who beheaded three of my students.” As he replied calmer than before; Kane’s voice was a slight relief to this tragedy.
“Mr. Hemington?! This is Kane Nomed, I’ll inform the captain right away!!”
The hold music came on again and time passed by like seasons until finally Kane’s voice came back and he said firmly: “Wait calmly sir, the authorities will help with your dilemma.”