Wings

Chapter 9

What does Dash want from me? Well the only thing I did was humiliate him in every way possible. I'm stuck and can't move because of my leg. They tie me up also so I don't run away.

"Well Dash you got me, so leave Matt alone."

"Oh, so that's his name. Is this the guy you've been seeing at the hospital? You know what, I think I'll give him a thing or two to learn from hanging out with you" He walks over to Matt and bust him even more. He looked so mad that he wouldn't stop hitting Matt. The people around Dash had to stop him from killing him. In my mind I despised the man, but now I can't even look at him. He's just a jealous pile of junk. He really tries too hard which annoys me. As I'm taken away into the back of a truck I think of what Matt might think of me. That I'm a traitor! Most likely. It's kind of my fault that I brought Matt into my life.

Well I think my fate in Dash's hands aren't the best thing to think about. He might even kill me once and for all. Just thinking about that gives me endless chills all over my body. Being dumped in this truck and having two people with guns stuck in front of my face makes me wonder if I can get out. No matter how many operations I go through in my head I just can't think of a way out. The people holding guns in front of me are drenched in the color of black. I should try and talk to them to see if they're male or female. Get into their brains. Maybe then I'll be able to find a way out of here.

"So how much is Dash paying you guys to do this?"

"Stop talking you're the prisoner now!" Oh jolly joy they can't even call me by my real name. This is going to be one hell of a ride. Well I shouldn't even be happy with the situation I'm in. The person's voice was a high tone and squeaky annoying voice. Thus she's most likely a girl . I've heard this voice before actually. Let me have a think about it. Think who this voice belongs to. Mmmm...

Aha! It's Penelope. Or as we call her trash mouth due to her high count of cuss words that she says. Now I can work everything out. The thing about Penelope is that she gets mad when someone calls her trash mouth because she apparently "changed and moved on from what she used to be". 'Target acquired ... fire when ready.'

"Oh hey there trash mouth how's life for you back at HQ. I heard that trash mouthing isn't your thing anymore. Well trash mouth it is a pretty good day to come back at me for beating you up at that conference" Oh yeah another piece of information I forgot to tell you guys is that we kind of have a history against each other. It really isn't the positive kind. It involved me getting into a lot of fights with her and concluded with me beating her up.

"You know this isn't fair why don't I just shoot you and we wouldn't have to live to see your face all the time. Jail isn't going to be enough for you is it"

"What are you talking about? You mean the box back at HQ. Right that's just how you phrase it."

"Sorry honey we're actually turning you into the a-", suddenly she gets cut off by the person that's sitting by her, with only a hand motion. I guess this guy just doesn't like to talk around others.

"Yeah, I got it. Yes, I understand that Dash doesn't want us talking about it with her. Yes, I understand it's supposed to be a surprise. I just want to get a preview of what her face would look like." She's talking and the guys is just nodding his head. I guess they've known each other for a while. But if I'm not going to HQ? Then where in the hell am I going to. As the two lovebirds were having their conversation I started to look out the window behind them to get an idea of where I might be heading.

The first thing I see when we stop at a light is a billboard with my picture on it. Under my huge plastered face I see the words "Snake Bandit .... WANTED." Oh god, they already know who I am. It's from when they caught me. Well this is going to make hiding so much harder. But I first need to get out of here. When we start to move I read the street that were on, and I see that we're no where close to HQ. In fact were on the opposite side of town. Actually we're on the exact road that leads to the police station.

"So, if I can interfere between you two lovebirds. Can you tell me where we're going?"

"Sorry. I'm under strict orders not to tell you.

"What if I guessed" She looks at the guy by her and he nods.

"I guess that's ok. Because were technically not going to tell you if it's right or wrong."

"Are you guys handing me into the authorities for the price on me." They look at each other in concern, and I figured it was right even though she said that it was wrong.

Well then I need to find a way to get out. I try to fiddle around with my hands to see if they can get free. It turns out that the rope was done horribly. Making it easy for me to get free. My legs aren't tied so I can get out whatever time I want. The only problem are the guns that their holding out at me. Then they started another quarrel and I saw my chance. I fiddle my hands out of the rope, then knock their heads against each other allowing them to doze off to sleep. I look out of the car and try to find a way to get out without hurting myself. Although I completely forget about the driver and I get shot with a tranquilizer. I doze off to sleep wondering if I'll be ok.

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I wake up from my forced sleep, my hands and feet are tied pretty well this time too. I can't get out of them which really annoys me. We finally arrive to our location, and I look to see Penelope and the other guy awake outside the trunk of the car. I try to see if I can find anyone else. I see Dash talking, although I can't see the person he's talking with or even hear what they're saying. I try to crawl out a bit more to see the other person. Although the after effects of the tranquilizer restrain me from doing so. All I can see from the other guy is his hands.

A little while later I see Dash nod his head and hold out his hand. Then the other man hands him a big sum of money. I'm being traded for money. That's just wrong on so many levels. After that two men walk towards me and grab me out of the trunk of the truck. I can't see anything clearly. But I notice them wearing blue suits and hats. As they grab me out my vision starts to finally clear up and I look up to see the building in front of me is "Chicago Police Station". So the men are police officers. We stop and I see someone in front of me.

"Welcome Stella, I've been waiting a long time for this moment. My name is Phillips Peterson. The detective that has been on your tail for a long time. Well you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

Wait, what! I've been arrested by my own friends. The very people who I spent my life with. Can this day get any worse! I was lead inside and thrown in an interrogation room although instead of ropes I'm chained with handcuffs to a bar on the table. My feet are also chained to a pole that goes from the table to the ground. All I can think about right now is how Matt is doing and if anybody nobody might have found him, due to it's strategic hiding location.

"Hey police people! Hey get in here one of you." To my surprise the detective comes in.

"Aren't I allowed one phone call?"

"But who would you talk to. You have no one who would want to talk to you at the time." This guy just likes intimidating me because I'm under his foot.

"For your information I do. I do have friends." Well probably not anymore. Matt probably thinks I'm a traitor and Michael will eventually think that I ditched him. But I'm not really calling them.

"Ok here's a phone but I have no idea who you're going to talk to." He hands me the phone and leaves.

I dial the numbers '911' and tell them Matt's condition and area step by step because this place is in at the end of a big maze.

I hope he can just forgive me for what my 'friends' did to him. I hope they don't go after Michael. While I'm thinking about it Detective pops in with two other detectives. I'm guessing they were his co-workers in his job to capture me. Well this is going to be one long night. I just hope it doesn't get out of hand, and when I mean out of hand I mean them hitting me with anything they can find in the room.