Broken Angel Wings

Bad Henchman

I woke and found myself tied in a tight rope. I hear a familiar wailing to my right. It was Amber. We were both tied to a rope, at the leg of Mr. and Mrs.Beemer's leather love seat couch. 

"Why are you crying?"

"AAAAHAHAHAW!" she was a very loud crier.

"Him," Amber pointed at the man with the ski ball ruffeling through stuff in a desk "He is why I am crying." Every problem Amber has I have to fix it, it's probably because she is weaker than I am, even if I am a girly-girl.

"What did he do?"

"That loser killed my parents," said Amber sniffing "And he did it right in front of me!"

"Why?" I said looking at the stranger. "What makes you think you could you just waltz into someone's house and kill 2 people while 2 kids are still alive tied to a rope?" I said looking at the left side of his face.

"I didn't know she was here," his voice was low and mysterious "And I also didn't know she was alive."

"Then why didn't you kill Amber, too?" I questioned. I look at Amber and she stares at me like I'm stupid for asking that.

"Because I wasn't after her." His voice seemed to get more tense after every question.

"So you were after her parents?" I said curiously.

"What are you writing a book?" He said angrily.

"Jeez. You wouldn't last a minute on a trivia show." I said trying to be funny.

I look to my left and on the floor I spot an earing. Mrs. Beemer must have been putting on her favorite earrings, she wore those earrings on her wedding. I turn to Amber to see her looking down.

"Amber?" I call. She looked at me startled. Her makeup was all messy from her tears the mascara running down her pale face.

"Yeah?" She says.

"Where were your parents headed?"

"To my Great Uncle's funeral, I wasn't going because funerals are super boring." 

Then out of the blue the man spoke, "Yeah well isn't that a surprise."

"What did you come here for?" I asked wondering aloud.

"You have no business to know." He paused. He knew he was going to lose.

 "You killed two people, of which were my best friend's parent's, so I think I do!" I protested.

 He pulls down his mask. "O.K. I'll tell you," he replies thinking "Only if you do me a favor." He said turning our way. When he says that I feel the hairs on my neck prick up, because when a bad guy asks you to do them a favor for them, it's never good.

"What kind of favor?" I asked with one eyebrow raised. I looked over at Amber seeing she has the same facial expression as me.

"You have to, uh, get me something," he said unsure "Yeah, that's it, you have to get me something." He repeated. 

"You're goinng to have to be more specific." I declared.

"Your parents," he said glaring at Amber, "They were poor gamblers, but they did it anyway. They owed me over $3 million, but we exchanged a deal.  They give me 2 million and some poker chips. But even after a year of waiting, I finally found where they live and went to get my money." Every sentence he would look up. After a while I looked up, and saw only ceiling.

"Why do you keep looking up?" I said staring at his attention grabber. 

"No reason." The rope loosened. I look at Amber, who was looking at the rope. While I was hosting a Questionnare, she was working our way to freedom.