[ I need, I feel the love,

You love to love the fear,

I never want to be alone,

I've forgotten to… ]

As he exited the house of Glenn, or rather, what was once the house of Glenn, now the house of a decrepit carrion rotting away into the eternity that it was so deserving of… Well, that's how Joseph felt. Perhaps carrion isn't the right word for his body, but Joseph felt that it was right, so he stuck with it. Back to the point. As he exited the house, he found himself putting his switchblade into his pocket, and withdrawing pair of headphones.

He proceeded to funnel the headphones up through his shirt, as though he were in school and didn't want the teachers to see them. He didn't have long enough hair to hide the headphones when he was walking around, but it fell down around his ears ever so perfectly when he was sitting.

His hair was great hair, no matter what he thought. It fell down to just on top of his ears, a bowl of hair, so to speak. How it would work for him in class? Why, he would just nod his head off to the side and his hair would cover one ear, enough to listen in that ear. His hair was of a brown color, though not a deep brown. Rather, it was a dusty, weak brown, as though it were actually made of dust, instead of only looking like it , and could just be blown away at any moment. Well, that's the illusion that was implied by his hair, at least.

He stood about 5 and a half feet tall, and, as mentioned earlier, weighed about 200 pounds. Within the sleeves of his shirt, if you looked, you could sometimes see the faint outlines of his muscles trying to break their way out into the world. Of course, that belies his strength. While it is true that he was physically strong, his true strength was in his knowledge of how to manipulate force that he sent out properly so as to make it seem like more was applied. Of course, that's just extraneous information.

Joseph is our topic right now. But how he looks is entirely inconsequential, for he still would have done this whether he were a beautiful prince, or a stout, ugly, dwarfish minion. He slipped his hand back into his pocket after placing his earphones into his, well, ears. He proceeded to turn the music on as loud as possible. From the two little things in his ears emanated a sound familiar to those people who like to pretend they know what's going on in the world, and listen to music that they think helps them make a difference: The voice of Serj Tankian. That isn't to say that the music was bad, it's just to say that just because someone listens to this protest music doesn't make them activists in any way. But that's a digression.

"Ah. A classic album here… And with what a genius title! Steal This Album! A fitting title too, seeing as I did steal it… well, in all technicalities, I'm pretty sure I did… because stealing is taking something without paying, correct?"

It took him a moment to realize that he was just talking to himself. He laughed at this for a moment, then turned to his favourite song on the album: "Boom!" The percussion echoed out of his ears like a sign to the world around him, a sign saying "I don't want to hear anything anymore, no less anything you might have to say." In his mind, he was a superhero. He was doing what was right, what was necessary.

Back in the would-be house of Glenn, the phone was ringing. The caller was in a house all the way across town. And the caller was soon to get anxious, for there was never a time when Glenn wouldn't pick up. Ring… ring… The phone continued ringing, but no answer. Eventually, the caller gave up. The answering machine picked up, and out issued the voice of Lauren, saying "Glenn? Are you there? I reall need to talk to you. This is important…"

And all the way across town, she really felt it was important. She was sitting there, phone in hand, a cigarette in the other hand, and no reason to care about anything but Glenn anymore. When Glenn had decided not to answer, she decided to spark up. And so she did. Walking outside with a lighter and a ciggarette, she lit it, and inhaled a nice cloud of ash deep into her lungs, unaware of just what was meant to go on during this night.

Lauren was a beautiful girl. Well, that's what Joseph thought. And I'm pretty sure Glenn did too. But I have no clue about anyone other than Joseph, as it was my comission to do nothing but write of Joseph. Lauren didn't fit what was necessary the norm for beauty at the time. She was overweight, but just a bit; she had an air around her like she was some sort of foul creature, when really, she was an amazing person. At least, this was what Joseph thought.

Talking to her, he eventually started realizing that she was nothing special. Or rather, it was the other way around. She eventually started realizing that he was nothing special. And it became evident in her speech,. But it wasn't that that got to Joseph; it was that she kept lying to him, that she kept trying to make a placid being out of him, and, that she kept failing at it.

In her defense, Joseph is a very difficult person to read. He liked to keep everything on the inside, and still does, until the moment comes when it must be let out. Many a time in life did he miss out on something that he was genuinely interested in just because he didn't have the right words at the time.

Another puff. Lauren inhaled another breath of death into herself, and smiled, if but for a second, as she thought of Glenn, and how wonderful he was to her. She thought of himm and of how she wanted to be with him for as long as possible. How she would feel if they were to be seperated.

At that moment, or rather, the general idea of the current moment that Joseph was experiencing, he came up with an idea. He walked up to a pay phone.

The phone in Lauren's house rang. So she rushed back in, only to find that it was a number she had never seen before. She picked up the phone and, in a somewhat scared voice, she uttered the obvious phrase: "Hello? Who's this?"

"You had a right to be suspicious, to assume that I would come and do it. My stainless steel has been stained with the blood of the impure, my knife has kissed the flesh of one other than I… and it hungers for more. I wander upon this street, in hopes that I might find you. I figured I might give you a bit of warning before the death kisses your forehead and wraps you in his loving embrace… You have an hour, Lauren.

And by the way, if you want to call Glenn, I don't recommend it. His heart is quite broken at the moment, Quite literally speaking. I know, I was the one who put a knife through it."

The voice was modified somehow, so she couldn't tell who it was, by voice, but she knew exactly who it was based upon what he was saying. The second she hung up, she picked the phone right back up, her heart almost smashing her chest open, and dialed 911.