The Five (on hold)

Chapter 2-Lucas

I have always liked working for the DEA. I liked helping other people, but my favorite part was busting the dealers. I know that might sound a little odd, but let me explain. My mother, she was a lovely woman. She gave birth to not just me, but I had an older brother. His name was Chris. He was five years older than I was, and when I was in fifth grade, he was a sophomore in high school. There was a dealer at his school, which had been one of his buddies. He had just started dealing, and especially pressured Chris to try them. He finally caved at one of their parties, and was immediately addicted. He took more and more drugs after that. My mom and I had no idea, at the time. He went to one party, and took more than he normally did. He kept taking more and more that night, until he passed out. The others were really freaked out, and called 911. He died later that night from an overdose. No one else knows this, but that is why I like busting them. I don't want that to happen to other people, and devastate any more families.

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When we first met Hendrix, I could tell that he was a dealer. He had the same characteristics as they usually do. He was uneasy, and did not like talking in public places. He also had a kind of, shady personality. We all had to do everything we could to get close to him.....We had to earn his trust.

That was actually not the hardest thing to do. All he made us do was collect money from one person. He didn't tell us why the guy owed him money, just that he did. Of course, we easily got him to give us the money, but we had required the help of our beautiful helpers, Sierra and Riley. We could've asked him for a thousand dollars, and he would've given it to us because he was so taken with them. Anyways, he invited us over to his house, the next Friday. We were in.

When we got to Hendrix's house, it was just like any other suburban house in this neighborhood. He led us to the kitchen for snacks, next. As we were walking to the kitchen, I was inspecting for all possible exits, in case of emergency. I found seven emergency exits, and was now paying more attention to what Hendrix was doing.

He grabbed some bottles of regular brand water from his large fridge, and was now grabbing a plate of cookies that were lain out on the table. He took of the plastic wrap, and out them out in front of us, motioning us to take one. I rejected the offer, and so did everyone else, except for Sierra. She took one and was about to take a bite, when I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back a little bit, so that Hendrix couldn't hear us.

"What are you doing? You don't know what's in that!" I said, in a hushed voice. Sierra was a more trusting person, and did not know the real effects and dangers of drugs.

"I know what I'm doing," she said, then took a bite, "see? I'm........fine....." she said, as she collapsed in my arms. She had passed out.

I set her down carefully, and walked up to Hendrix, my blood boiling. "What did you do to her?!"

"It was a harmless experimental drug, it won't hurt her," he replied, so sure of himself.

"What? She's your experiment? What is it testing?" I said, stepping closer, to show him I meant business.

"I can explain everything, we just have to go down to my lab" he replied, obviously not threatened by this.

"Okay, lead the way," I said, while picking up Sierra, bringing her with us.

He led us down a flight of stairs, to what seemed to be his basement. When we got down there, all of our jaws dropped. It looked like the lab at the DEA. There were beakers filled with various chemicals, some were steaming, some weren't. There were also so many models and posters of the human body. Hendrix was absolutely obsessed with figuring out how the human body works and how to improve it. He quickly rushed to explain that he was only helping Sierra, by giving her a new special ability. He didn't tell us what it was yet, and we didn't ask.