Off To Wonderland

Warehouse

Sorry I haven’t been writing in a while. Seems I feel more compelled to write when I’m in school lol. So hope you enjoy these chapters :) now let’s leave Amber for a tad ;) don’t worry we’ll come back to her in a bit.

Sparrow followed behind Rocky silently as they left the hospital.

“Hey man,” Rocky said finally, “I’m really sorry ‘bout your sis…” Sparrow stayed silent. They slid into Rocky’s car and drove to their destination in silence. Sparrow watched as the giant warehouse came into view.  The Mustang pulled up into the parking lot in front and stopped next to a grave windowless van. Sparrow and Rocky stepped out and went to the rear of the van. Sparrow banged three times on the door, before taking a step back to wait. The van moved, and the back door popped open. A man who was balled and had a tribal face tattoo stepped out. He was about six foot three, and built!

“Payment?” Boomed the man’s voice. Rocky reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick envelope and held it out for the guy. The man looked at the envelope for a moment before taking it; his dead gray eyes flicked between the two guys, then he reached in and pulled out the wad of cash. “Ok,” he said, not even bothering to count. He stepped back into the van and shut the door. Sparrow kicked the ground with his shoe. A few seconds later the man reappeared holding a baggy of white pills. “Here,” he said tossing it at Rocky, who just barely caught it.

“Uh, Tank… these are only E pills…” Rocky said examining the small Ziploc, “where is the SAND?”

“Boss is taking you off the SAND dealing.” He replied emotionlessly.

“What?!” both Rocky and Sparrow asked. Tank looked at them with empty eyes.

“Psh whatever man,” Rocky huffed waving his hand at Tank, before he turned to leave. “Sparrow, you coming,”

“No,” Sparrow answered, not taking his eyes off Tank, “I’ll get a ride from someone else,”

“Suit your-self,” Rocky shrugged. He climbed back into his mustang and pulled away.

“I want to talk to Peter,” Sparrow said in a low threatening voice. Tank sighed before walking toward the warehouse. Sparrow followed at his heels. They walked up to the door. A sign was bolted to it that read: Danger, Chemical Hazards. Tank pushed the metal door open with one hand, as if it were nothing more than a cloth curtain. Stepping in, Sparrow’s eyes had to adjust to the dimly lit room. He saw a couple rough guys wearing chemical gas masks, haul large create around. Some were at a table with safety goggles mixing chemicals.

Tank walked right passed them like they were nonexistent. Sparrow followed him to the back of the room to another metal door. This time Tank pulled a card out of his pocket and swiped it on a mechanical box. A light flashed green above the door, and made a soft beep. The door popped open and Tank held the door open for Sparrow. Sparrow looked up at him, but Tank just stared straight ahead. Sparrow looked forward and stepped into the room. The closed the door with a clank; and it locked behind him.

“Sparrow,” a calm serious voice called. Peter walked into view from the right side of the room. He wasn’t smiling; he never smiled. Sparrows sea green eyes glared into his ice blue ones.

“You’re for real right?” Sparrow asked.

“Yes. Mr. S has decided to stop giving Amber SAND. I don’t know how you found out about the process of it but it doesn’t matter. I’m sure we can find a replacement quickly.” Sparrow just kept on staring at him. “Ah.” He said, “Right.” Peter walked over to a white table and picked up a small vial of white powder. Walking over to him he said, “Here is the exact dose you will need to kill the target.”

“Quietly as possible right,” Sparrow said flatly.

“Yes. As always,” Peter answered. Sparrow took the tube from his hand and lightly placed it in his pants pocket.

“What do you plan to do when his members come seeking revenge,” Sparrow asked. Peters eyes brightened to and creepy white-ish blue, but he still didn’t smile.

“Just take care of Trent Mendoza. Don’t worry about the after math.” Peter said. Sparrow nodded. He turned on his heel and headed to the door. Just as his hand touched the cool metal to open it, Peter said, “Oh, and Sparrow,” Sparrow froze. “Your sister is quite cute. You better be careful,” he said. Sparrow bit back his anger and pushed the door open then slammed it shut.

“Cock sucker,” he spat as he left the warehouse.

“I’M SO BORD!” Amber whinned to Kimmber.

“I know,” She answered.

“I’ve been in here for three days! THREE DAMN DAYS!”

“I know,”

“What the hell is making them keep me here? I should have been out yesterday!” Amber crossed her arms and fell back onto the hospital bed. “Fuck my life.” Kimber giggled.

“Excuse me ladies,” The two girls turned to see the doctor who was in charge of Amber. They learned his name was Gabe.

“What’s up G,” Kimmber asked with a wink. The young doctor blushed and ran a hand through his messy brown hair.

“Umm, there is a man here to see you,” Gabe looked on his clipboard; the girls noticed that he carried it with him at all times. “A man named Jimmy is here to sign you out and pick you up. He says he is your step dad is that right?” Amber looked down at her toes.

“Yeah, it is,” she sighed. She hated being in the hospital, but not as much as she hated the idea of going home.

“Dr. G, don’t let Amber go home with that man!” Kimmber barked. Gabe blinked and looked at them in shock. Then he noticed Ambers face. He strode over to the girls and sat down in a chair next to Amber.

“Is he hurting you?” Amber stayed silent, “I can’t do anything unless you answer me.” Tears started to slip down her face and into her lap.

“Yes,” she whispered, “Every day…” Gabe stood silently and left the room. Kimmber crawled onto Ambers bed and pulled her into a hug.