[ WP ] You open an unaddressed letter that begins `` DO NOT answer that phone . '' Your phone begins ringing..

`` …You're not very good at following directions, are you, Mr. Anderson?'' 
 
 `` Ha Ha Haa Mike, that joke never gets old.'' I breathed absentmindedly into the phones reciever. Lodging it firmly into the crook of my shoulder, I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk, 2 %. `` So this letter, your idea of getting into the spirit for the last Matrix film? I'm pretty stoked about it,'' I lied. 
 
 `` I always considered myself to be the yellow Morpheus. Anyway, what are you getting into tonight, broski? Or rather, who are you getting into?'' 
 
 I poured the cool moo-juice over my cheerios, honey nut. It had been a shitty day at the office. Huge list, no sales. Being a telemarketer in the age of cell phones was not an easy thing to do, espically after the'Do Not Call List' took almost all the new numbers out of my grasp. These little circles were my comfort food. `` I'm married, my young batchelor friend.'' 
 
 `` That's right, youve found'The One''' ( I swear I could hear him do finger quotes over the telephone; instantly confirmed by a loud FUCK as he died in his videogame, C.O.D. ) `` Any way bro, I'm bored. And I know Alice is out of town. Lets DO something. You promised you wouldnt turn into an old couple. It was litterally my only requirement to being your best man.'' 
 
 `` Not tonight, Mike. I have a few chapters in a book I'd like to make some headway in.'' 
 
 `` And what do chapters rhyme with?'' there was a silence, and then he came right back in, `` Guiness. I'll be over in an hour.'' 
 
 `` What?'' I shook my head in disbelief. `` Chapters does not…'' 
 
 `` Sweet deal bro. Catch ya in a bit.'' And the phone hung up with a click. 
 
 I flipped the phone close.'Damn' I thought,'There goes my night. I should have never gone to see The Matrix that friday night back in college. What were the odds the main character and I shared the same last name?' I shook my head and went back to my 8 grains of heart health. I flipped on the T.V. 
 
 `` Up next, an ABC origional, LOST'' the speakers shouted to a near deserted house. 
 
 `` Ugh'' I said to the no one in the room, `` I'm not going to sit through one of their train wrecks again. NEXT!'' 
 
 I flipped a few channels before landing on the CN and a replay of an old Bugs Bunny cartoon. That wraskly wrabbit, I almost shot milk out my nose when he came out dressed as a girl bunny. Man, the things they could get away with back then. I put the bowl in the sink, after drinking all the honey milk. 
 
 I turned to find the towel to dry my hands. `` Ugh, better go get changed, Mike'll be here in 30 min.'' I thought. Out the kitchen, towards the front staircase, and my pinky toe catches the table Alice had just bought. 
 
 `` Fuck!'' immediatly burst from my mouth. `` Of all the places to put a table, she HAD to pick the narrow hallway.'' I grumbeled angrily, and kicked the table with my other foot. Dumb idea. pain in blinding me and i succomb to a kneeling fetal position, holding my toes. 
 
 I almost missed it, but there was something written on the underside of the table. Not words, but a number. ten digits.'This has got to be another one of Mike's dumb Matrix jokes that he got Allison involved in.' I thought to myself.'Joke's on you bud, two can play that game.' 
 
 Ten punches later and the phone is ringing. 
 
 < click > Hello, Mr. Anderson. We've been expecting your call for awhile now. 
 
 `` Yea, I bet you have. Look man, I know what Mike is up to. Honestly, I dont have time for this shit, what does he have in store tonight.'' 
 
 < static > Mr. Anderson, inside that table is a picture. I want you to look at it. 
 
 `` Dude, seriously? Did you not hear me? I do n't want to play any games. 
 
 < a breath > Mr. Anderson, I reccomend that you look at the picture. 
 
 `` Fine, dickhead, I'll play your stupid fuc…'' inside the drawyer was what looked like a prop from a Star Trek episode. As I touched it, it started playing a video. In the middle of an empty room was a figure tied to a chair, her long blonde hair hanging drown from her hunched over head. `` What the fuck is going on here.'' 
 
 < static > Please do n't use that language, Mr. Anderson. You're wife dos n't appreciate it. 
 
 `` …Baby?'' I whispered 
 
 < static > What is her name, Mr. Anderson. 
 
 `` What game are you playing at!?'' I shouted. 
 
 < > Her name, Mr. Anderson. 
 
 `` Alice! Her name is Alice.'' Wait, was it? `` No, it's Allison.'' 
 
 < pause > Which is it, Mr. Anderson? 
 
'Why couldnt I remember?' I thought. I shook my head, to clear it. `` It's Alice.'' At that, another figure came into the screen. 
 
 DING DONG 
 
 I ripped open the door, grabbed Mike by the collar, and threw him against the wall. `` TO FUCKING FAR MIKE!!!'' His feet were no longer on the floor. 
 
 `` Bro, what are you talking about?!?'' He yelled back down at me 
 
 there was a silence for a long moment. 
 
 < from my phone that had dropped to the floor > I told you not to use that language, Mr. Anderson. 
 
 I grabbed the screen and stared at it helplessly. I could tell that this man woke up my wife with smelling salts. Her lashing out at him was returned with a backhand to her face. with her still, he ssqueezed a visquious liquid out of a bottle, coverering her in a drizzel. 
 
 < > I'll tell you, I take no joy in this Mr. Anderson. But you must pay for what you have done. 
 
 Mike looked at me, `` Dude, whats going on?'' I put a finger up to him as I taked into the phone. `` You have the wrong fucking guy.'' 
 
 < Sigh > I warned you about language, Mr. Anderson. Now you must see that I am a man of my word. Do you know how Africanized Honey Bees react when they smell honey that is not theirs? 
 
 The screen flipped to an infrared. Hundreds of little dots were zipping accross the screen. I could see Alice jerking back in forth. I knew she was screaming in pain, but all i heard was the silence of the phone. 
 
 `` Why are you doing this?'' I asked 
 
 < > Why, Mr. Anderson? Because you need to suffer. < click >
