"Matt froze, his hair falling in front of his eyes. The redhead frowned, placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat was uneven. Suddenly, Matt gasped as a sharp pain ripped through his throat. "Oh my god." He gasped, blood dripping from his lips. Coughing, he reached for the phone.
Thud Thud
Matt's breathing was ragged, almost scraping his throat as it escaped through His lips. Through blurring eyes, the teen looked down at his wrist.
220
"No..." He whispered as his chest tightened. Matt's knees gave out, and, as the boy went tumbling to the floor, one thought went through his mind,
"Mello's next. He's 221."
Then the pounding on the doo