Today was starting to get weirder and weirder by the minute. She was in the leather chair and I was on the couch. Just talking and waiting for Nicky's parents to get home. "So, Gabe..." She started. "You know what I'm going to do." I said. "You can't just..." I looked at her and said, "Watch Me!" I lowered my voice a bit. "He took away the only thing that made me special, that made me unique. Now I'm going to take away the only thing he loves." I tried to calm down with failed attempts. "I will kill him." And I meant that, with every fiber of my being. She looked worried. "I wish I can change your mind." She said. At that moment the door opened and the dogs got excited and started barking and prancing to the parents of Nicole. I got introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Nicole looked almost exactly like her mom, but the Mrs. has Hazel eyes. Nicole had her dad's blue eyes. At dinner Mrs. Miller decided to pop a question. "So, Gabriel, how did you get Nicky here to listen to you? 'Cause Lord knows she doesn't listen to her teachers at school." Nicole shot her a 'I can't believe you just said that' look and said, "Hey, for your information, I am now a straight C to B+ student." Everyone was stifling giggles now. "So seriously, what did you say that got her to not call the police?" I lowered my head a bit and looked at Nicole who was sitting next to me. "It's O.K. They'll be cool with it, trust me." I nodded and said, "It's not what I can tell you and you would believe me. I have to show you first." I got up from the table I pulled of the big jacket I had and placed it on the chair I was sitting in. Nicole's father, who just happens to be Goliath, is eyeballing me. I just thought of something, there are a lot of windows in this house. I said, "Maybe I should show you in the Bathroom." There was no tub or anything on the middle floor bathroom, so we all went upstairs. "What is it, exactly, that you have to show us?" asked Mr. Miller as we got up stairs. The hallway upstairs was shaped like an out-stretched 'u' with doors on each end, and the opening for the stairs closer to the left end. The were other two doors on the right end, and I guessed that at least three of these were bedrooms. Nicole lead me into the bathroom, which, apparently, had a frog bathroom theme to it. I glanced at the family behind me who stood at the door. I removed my shirt and extended my wing slightly. And the wife gasped and said, "Oh my God." Minutes in silence felt like hours. I was wondering sense I escaped, did the wound heal over? My question was answered when I heard Mrs. Miller said, "Honey go get the first aid kit from down stairs." She came beside me pulling my forearm to the bathtub. "Go ahead and sit on the edge there, with your legs in the tub." I obeyed. She next to me and said, "The body is trying to heal, but it needs a little help. Lucky for you, I was a nurse for seven years. Bart I need the alcohol." Nicole came back with the kit. She sat on the other end of me, the end I was facing. She held my hand to give me some comfort. It worked. "Does this sting?" I heard Mrs. Miller's voice say. "Yes" I said. "Good. That means its cleaning it up. I going to stitch this up, O.K.?" I just nodded. Nicole squeezed my hand genitally.
I told them the same story I told Nicole. The father coughed when I got to the dog part. My story ended just when Nicky's mom was finishing up. "O.K. That should do it." I got up and put on my shirt. I looked at all of them and said, "I can't thank you enough. I tried to rob your house and now you're helping me." Mr. Miller grunted and said, "Yeah, I'm trying to get over that myself." "Bart!" Mrs. Miller screamed. "I'm just kidding." He said with his hands in defence. "Listen son. You can stay here for the night, in the other room, right here." He said, pointing to the room to his right. "Fair enough." I said.
ELSEWHERE........
The room was dark and the hunters seemed darker of the room than the rest. Silhouettes in the shadows. The only light was from the lamp on the desk, sitting at the desk was Mr. Herald Collins, with his fingers laced. We were waiting on the last one for the 'meeting that never happened'. "She ain't comin. Just get it started already." said a gruff voice amongst the shadows. Then almost on cue, the only door leading outside opened and walked in was a young woman in a cloak. The darkness shielded her eyes from further details. But her voice gave enough description, lean and dangerous, "Sorry I'm late, someone looked at me funny." I intervened before the conversation could get out of hand, "Then let us begin." I took the remote that was on the desk, and clicked on the screen on the far wall. A picture showed up of Gabriel last month. I was never in the underground crime lord business, I'm still not. A business man recommended them. And I needed them now. "I need you to find this boy. He will be the downfall of my company if he gets to anyone. I only have three rules: Bring him back alive, Bring him back in one piece, and above all, Bring him back before he can make any kind of Ally." I let that set in. A different, rather young, voice came up, "What's so important about this kid anyway? Isn't this something for police?" Another voice came in young, but still adult, "Yeah, after all, we're not charity works. What's so special about this nobody?" I responded with no tone in my voice at all, "He's my son." The gruff voice and the younger one started snickering. The woman was the only one who was serious now. "Is their a time limit on when we get him?" I said this, very clearly, "As soon as possible."
The gruff one asked, "How good is the pay? Like the fourth stooge over here says, ain't niither of us cheap." "How much did you get for your last hit?" I could see his grin throgh the darkness. "2 million." "I'll triple that for the first one to bring me Gabriel Collins......alive." They left the room and me to my thoughts, and I had a lot to think about.
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