Transcendence

32: Blue Wine

Soundtrack: N.A.O- Blue Wine 

WARNING: TRIGGERING MATERIAL AND VERY VULGAR LANGUAGE/SUBJECT MATTER! READ WITH DISCRETION!

"You're dead to us." Sensation tickled his brow as the arms of a woman slumped across his chest. Her warmth was pleasant but there was that nagging touch there on his flesh.

"You're dead to us." There, the words were repeated and this time it was much harsher. His eyes opened and he grew still as eyes stared back at him. Shouting, he clawed at the eyes with his fingers, startling the woman awake.

"What's wrong?" The woman mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Don't say that! Don't tell me you don't want me!" The woman blinked as she sat up, sliding messy hair back from her face.

"Babe, what you talkin bout? Who tellin you that?" He had gotten out of bed, crouched low by the night table, hands shaking through damp strands.

"It's like the past is coming back to haunt me..."

"What? Peter you're scaring me.." The blood rushed through his veins and it pounded in his head. Turning blank eyes on her, he pointed at her.

"Get out of my house." She scoffed as she slowly started to get up.

"You need to lay off the drugs. They fucking you up." She grabbed her dress and sloppily threw it on. Soon she was out of the door. Closing his eyes, he licked his lips and took a deep breath. Turning on a small lamp, he opened a drawer and pulled out a tray. Crushed up white power neatly put into lines waited for him. Maybe the nightmares would go away if he took one more hit. Not enough it seemed but he'd take it all if he had to. He held a nostril and took the drug into his system. Now... a few minutes and everything would be better. All better.

******

Five men sat in a darkly lit room, thick white smoke billowing around the air. Fingers held a cigar while the voices continued.

"He has to go."

"Yeah. We've put up with him long enough."

"You know he has always been trouble."

"Nothing we couldn't handle before."

"He's created a bigger problem spilling secrets no one outside of the organization should know..."

"The question is how do we shut him up?"

"Jim, why don't you go pay him a visit?"

"He doesn't need just a visit. He needs to be taken out."

"What about that chick he kidnapped? You think he told her what he told others?"

"I doubt it. He is concerned with owning her, not revealing well kept secrets."

"I'm not worried about her."

"What about Pete?" Cigar smoke rose in the air.

"The girl can wait. That kid needs to be taught a lesson. Regardless of how long he's been with us he needs to be reminded of the rules."

"How will we do that?"

"Send one of our guys to get their hands dirty. Then we bring him down."

"We don't do rats. They're dirty and sneaky."

"This isn't a rat situation. This is a a setup." The men looked at the white fur and the scent of expensive Italian perfume.