Benny
First the phone, now the damned door, if it's not one thing it's another, I thought opening my eyes to find the other half of the bed empty and the bathroom door closed. I could hear the overhead fan in there, squealing and making all sorts of god-forsaken noise.
"Yeah, I'm coming," I grumbled fighting free of the covers twisted around me. Whoever was knocking was not letting up, the sound coming louder and faster. I was not fully awake, sands of sleep still rubbing my eyes. I ran a hand up and down my stubbly chin as I peered through the peephole on the door. I went from annoyed to delighted in seconds.
"Hey man, it's been forever, how ya...." the words cut themselves off as I saw the weapon in his hand. And you didn't grab one did ya, Benny? Why would you? Your brand wasn't hot, no need to think it was anyone other than housekeeping.
"Hey, dude, we're friends, me you and Jazz, there is no need for that," I said, gesturing at the dagger he held to his side. "You know me, man. Why can't we talk about this? Like reasonable people?"
Apparently he was not in the mood for talking, never was a man with a lot to say, I thought as I saw the lamp light gleam on the blade as it came at me. Too shocked to do more than stand there. I felt warmth across my throat, spreading down my chest. I tried to ask him why, but my vocal cords had been cut by the blade when it slashed across my throat. Hot blood flowed down my chest, and I felt myself slipping. I had time to think, I never got my answer, then all was dark.