“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Brian’s eyes widened as the scream echoed down the phone. Pulling it away from his ear, he put it on loudspeaker, allowing everyone to hear it. The screams just kept coming. Emmett stared, his face going white as he eventually passed out in an equally as horrified Ted’s arms; Michael looked ready to attack whoever was causing the screams. Molly fell to her knees in distress as she listened to her brother’s friend screaming, Jennifer just stared straight ahead as her ex-husband shifted from one foot to another. “No, no, no, no, JUSTIN!” came the scream, followed by the sickening sound of skin being cut into and Justin pained yell. Maniacal laughter echoed from the handset, chilling Brian’s blood. He’d heard that laughter before. Then there came Daphne’s quiet voice. “No God, Ethan you’re fucked up, leave him alone!” Eyes narrowed and fists clenched as the gang looked at each other, deciding that they’ll kill the fiddler later. There was gun shots, lots more yelling, when the phone went dead. That got the cops in a rising panic. “JUSTIN!? JUSTIN!?” the brunette yelled down the phone, swearing loudly when he’d been disconnected. Tugging at his hair is worry, he almost had heart failure when it started ringing again. “Justin!?” he asked, voice loud. “…I’m sorry…” Then the call ended. “SHIT!”