Jacob Trance Posted December 21, 2020 Posted December 21, 2020 A phone bleeps in the dark silence, causing a figure within the bed to roll over. Jordan seizes his phone and enters his passcode, the screen fully illuminates his face and he swipes upwards, opening the notification. He stares for a little while, muffled audio coming from the phone. Jordan: Homophobia… Oh, that’s the level we are at then I guess… I don’t… I… Jordan pinches his nose in exasperation as he tries to collect his thoughts. Jordan: Jumping Jesus Christ on a stick… I just… Jordan sits up completely and flicks the lamp on to light up the room. Sleepily, he rubs his eyes. Jordan: God, it’s late… Why is he even out there in this weather, it’s snowing, right? Why am I even talking to myself? Urgh. Jordan groans Jordan: Oh, he accepted my challenge, that’s neat, I think. I don’t know why he thinks I’m trying to be some voice of the voiceless shining light thing… But come on man…You’re out here shouting about being the mantle of integrity, honour and truth but you’re cutting about here spouting hatred like you’re straight up from the sixties, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve got some other, weird backwards views that you don’t want the world to know about… Why don’t you just run around shouting about foreigners taking your jobs and title shots? Jordan looks out the window as the snow continues to fall, there’d be something poetic about the bleak landscape matching Mantis’ outdated political views, but there’s none of that, just disappointment. Jordan: You know what Mantis, I didn’t want this to be personal, it was just going to be business and sticking up for this industry… Instead you’ve opened your bigoted mouth and spewed all over me, you don’t have to worry about sausage… The next thing that’s going to come close to your mouth, is going to be my fist, and I hope you fucking choke. At that Jordan leans over and turns off the light, plunging us into darkness. 2
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