Zero Hero || MHA ||

9. Crimson Eclipse

I gazed up at the house in front of me. Well, it wasn't really a house; it was a warehouse. The bricks were dark red, probably because it was covered in dirt and grime. Some of the bricks were chipped too. Discolored vines were growing on the side of the building. There were windows too but most of them were boarded up. The front door was a heavy; it made out of steel that was rusting at the edges.

        With my free hand, I reached into my pockets and pulled out my phone. Opening my messages, I reread the address that Dad sent me. Opening my GPS, the glowing blue icon (my location) was right above the destination.     

         One of Dad's co-workers asked him to deliver a package for him...that was for his grandma. First of all, why didn't he deliver it himself if it was for a relative? Secondly, I don't get why Dad just didn't say no, it was just a co-worker. Anyway, Dad agreed to take it. But as you can tell right now, Dad made me be the one to deliver the package. I pointed out to him how unfair it was but he ignored me. I'm always stuck doing errands for my parents.

        Flickering my eyes up at the sketchy building, I began to think that this was the wrong address. This looks like a location for some drug cartel. I could totally imagine a bunch of crazy stuff being stashed inside. Unless... Dad's co-worker's grandma is a drug dealer. It's not a bad idea (well, besides the fact it's illegal) since nobody would suspect a helpless old lady behind it. If that's so, then what's in the box?

        I glanced down at the package in my hands. It was an ordinary cardboard box with a sticker stamped on it. In perfect handwriting read "To Granny. Love, your favorite Grandson". Seeing that, I couldn't help but scoff. I gently shook the box trying to identify its contents. I didn't hear much except for quiet shuffling. It sounds like something soft is inside, maybe a sweater with a picture of a block of cocaine? Or maybe Snoop Dog smoking a blunt?

        Realizing that I was spending way too much time brainstorming druggie sweaters for grandmas, I decided to call Dad so I could get the heck outta here before I get mugged. After a few rings, he picked up.

        "Did you deliver the package?" His muffled voice asked. In the background, I could hear telephones ringing. He was at work.

        "Uh, about that," I started. "The address you sent me led me to some...weird place. Are you sure it's the right one?"

        There was a bit of shuffling heard through the other side of his line. He must be digging through his desk. Then after a moment, he read out the address. I told him that I typed that into the GPS. He asked me if I was sure.

        "I'm pretty sure," I replied. "Maybe your co-worker gave you the wrong address."

        "Well if it's suspicious, then just leave the package at the door. I'll just tell him that I delivered it. That's all that matters."

        "But I'm the one delivering--"

        He hung up on me. Letting out a sigh, I bent down to place the package on the doormat. Before I did, I stopped upon seeing something flash from the top window. Glowing, white eyes popped out of the darkness. There was a faint outline of a figure with curly hair. Maybe it was a woman? Whoever it was, they quickly ducked out of sight, seeing that I was staring back.

        That must be Grandma. I'm just gonna drop her weed sweater off and leave.

        I set the package on the doorstep and reached up and rang the doorbell. Just as I turned to leave, I heard a voice speak through the intercom. "You! What are you doing here?" a stern voice demanded.

        It's Grandma! And she sounds angry!

        "Um..." I awkwardly said turning back around. "I'm here to deliver a package."