Otto listened to the line go dead. The dial tone screamed in his ear. He put the phone back on the wall, and sat in the deafening silence.
He didn't remember heading to bed, but when he woke up early the next day he was there, still in his day clothes. He got changed and headed towards the tattoo parlour. His mind was clouded, and went to open the door before realising that the shutters were down.
From around the back of the shop, his boss walked to the front, fairly surprised to see Otto there.. He was a stout man in his thirties, covered head to toe in ink. If skin could speak, his would scream. "What're you doing here, Otto?" Angelo asked. "I left a message on your phone, didn't you check? Work's off today."
Dread sat in Otto's stomach. "How come?" He asked.
The head inker came in closer to mumble the next sentences. "There was a blank in the town. They're marking her today."
Otto could have thrown up. He thought that there would have been time. He thought that they would leave it, at least for a little while. Let the rumours boil. Looking around now, the streets were mostly empty. The town hall was farther away, after all.
He might've tried to act surprised. But he didn't. "Everyone's at the town centre then?" He asked.
Angelo nodded. "Yeah. C'mon into my car, I'll give you a ride. We might miss it otherwise."
A couple minutes later the two arrived in the town hall car park. It was entirely full, and they had to park on the street nearby. The pair of inkers walked down to the stage directly in front of the town hall. It was like the whole town was there; Otto wouldn't have been able to push to the front unless he shoved through the crowd.
There were two chairs on the centre of the raised platform, and a podium off to the left. There was a wooden table, covered in inking equipment, and a razor that glinted in the sunlight. One of the chairs was a basic wooden stool. The other was a regular, more comfortable chair that Otto had used himself in his job.
A figure walked to the podium. By the way the hush descended over the crowd, it was easy to guess who it was. Preston Hall, the mayor of the town. He was fairly progressive, and generally liked by Saintstone's large younger demographic. The one thing he wasn't progressive about was blanks. Laws had gotten a lot harsher since he'd been in charge.
He cleared his throat. "Good morning, people of Sainstone. We are all gathered here today because of a threat that has been hiding in the depths of our good town for far too long." He would go on and on, but Otto's eyes were every where but their mayor. He was looking from the door of the town hall to the roads around them. He didn't really know where they took blanks once they were arrested.