T O M B R O O K S
T O M B R O O K S
"Dangerous Animals" by Arctic Monkeys
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Tom was working the night shift at the pizza place, neither Bethany nor Amelie were here to help him stay sane for the whole time, he was extremely tired, he was staying out at the front desk, where the usual customers would order pizza, he then heard a tapping on the door, but the pizza place was closed.
"Um, whoever you are, we're closed..." Tom said nervously.
No response, just tapping.
Tom eventually looked out from under the desk, and he saw a decrepit old man, he was blind, balding and had an unusually long beard, he was just grinning and tapping his finger against the glass door. They stared at each other, well, the man probably couldn't see Tom.
"Sir, we're closed..." Tom repeated.
The old man just stood there, grinning, and then, suddenly, he closed his fist, reached back, and punched through the glass door, Tom gasped, he couldn't even bring himself to scream, it was caught in his lungs.
The old man looked at his fist, it was bleeding profusely, the blood dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet, but he didn't seem to care, instead slowly walking to Tom through the hole in the glass, his grin never leaving his face, when he came to Tom, he whispered raggedly;
"Jimmy....?""Um, sir... who's Jimmy..?" this situation confused Tom more rather than scared him.
"Jimmy... Jim- you..." the old man pointed to Tom.
"Sir, I'm not Jimmy..." Tom rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"N-no.. you're Jimmy.. you owe me a kidney..." the old man patted his pants pockets for something, he eventually found what he was looking for and pointed a knife at Tom.
"Now lay down 'n' come here...."Tom screamed and ran to the backroom, he locked the door behind him and started hyperventilating, he should call the cops, but wouldn't that make his situation worse? He didn't care, he needed the man out. Then he heard banging on the backroom door.
"JIMMY! JIMMY! COME BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!" the old man screamed as he continued pounding on the door.
Tom looked around his surroundings, panicking, he eventually looked to see a telephone on the wall, he scrambled to get to it, as the pounding kept getting louder and louder and louder.
He dialed 911 shakily, his breath coming in short, ragged pants.
"911, what's your emergency?" the female receiver asked.
"Uh... 342 Lotus Lane, Commandough Pizzeria, there's an old blind man who threatened to harm me in a violent manner, and he thinks I'm someone named Jimmy..." Tom said calmly, despite the situation.
"Can you describe his appearance for me?" the receiver asked.
"I think he's 5'9, he's balding, has an abnormally long beard... he's wearing a brown leather jacket, a stained blue shirt and brown pants. Please come quickly..." Tom pleaded nervously.
"Alright, sir, police will be on the way shortly," the receiver said.
Tom clutched the phone to his chest and silently prayed to himself.
