AN/ Please keep in mind that this is only the second fanfiction I've ever wrote but would really appreciate it if you read through it anyway. I'm sorry in advance for any grammar errors, even though I have proof read it I'm sure one or two have slipped through. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Rain beat down hard on the cold black surface of the worn and cracked tarmac road. The road that was barely visible in the heart of this November's night. Hanna had drove in weather like this before but it still didn't make her feel any safer driving down a road she could just about see. She had spent the day in Philly to escape the dramas that waited for her back in Rosewood, telling herself that she needed this, that she deserved this. To buy something nice and overpriced and to sit in a coffee shop with a warm mug of coffee with extra foam and to get lost in an intense crime novel which was the newest of her obsessions. She hadn't meant for it to get so late before leaving for home but after spending the day walking around the busy high streets it was nice to just sit down and read more of her intriguing crime book easily getting engrossed in it and completely losing track of time. Before she knew it, it was 10pm and a very nervous looking teenager was asking as politely as he could for her to finish her coffee and leave as they were closing up. She finished the last of her coffee in three quick gulps and handed the boy the mug, smiled, thanked him and left only to be greeted by the heavy down poor of cool rain. Instead of making a useless attempt of covering her head with her jacket and making a dash for her car she just let it soak her. Breathing in the fresh smell of wet tarmac and closing her eyes whilst slightly tilting her head back letting the rain run down her face and seep its way into her clothes. In that single moment nothing mattered, not –A, not Ali, not Rosewood. Just calm in the midst of the heavy rain fall.
The windscreen wipers franticly fought the buckets of water constantly trying to occupy its space as Hanna drove carefully down the deserted stretch of road recognizing the blurry electric blue neon lights as the slightly run down gas station which marked the halfway point for home. She pulled into one of the pumps and advanced to filling the cars tank as the rain continued to drench her making her hair stringy and stick to her face while her black eyeliner slowly ran down one of her cheeks leaving behind a faint grey trail. Finished with the pump she headed for the bright glass doors of the gas station stepping in a puddle on her way and holding her breath as she felt the cold liquid meeting her warm skin as it found its way through the lace up front of her biker boots. Hearing the bell chime as she walked into the dry store she swiped a pack of beef jerky off a nearby shelf and proceeded to the counter leaving a wet footprint with every step she took. Placing the jerky on the counter she waited for the clerk while pulling out some damp cash from her soggy jeans. Hearing the entrance bell chime once again she whipped her head around to see who it was, a tall man in a black knee long mac and a dark brown cowboy hat which had water droplets escaping off the rims dripping onto his mac and sliding down his back as he took long strides to the cooled beers in the fridges at the back to the store evading Hanna's line of sight.
She turned he attention back to the counter and impatiently tapped her hand on the small bell by the till annoyed that she still hadn't been served. Sighing she placed both her damp hands on the counter and leaned over hopping to get a better look in the back room trough the ajar door and with any luck find the clerk. Nothing. It looked like the TV was entertaining its self in there until she let her eyes drift down to the bottom of the door. She felt a chill serge throughout her body forcing her to let out a small gasp in retaliation as her eyes stayed fixated on the bloodied hand to an owner she could not see lying on the ground just inside the doorway. She pushed herself back away from the counter only to hit something large and sturdy behind her and in an instant two muscular hands reached around her, one hand wrapped around her throat in a vice like grip and the other brought a cloth to cover her nose and mouth. She instinctively brought her hands up and griped them around the man's wrists kicking out at whatever she could successfully striking out at a rack of sunglasses which tumbled into the rack of postcards next to it sending them both to the ground with a loud clatter. Her body quickly began to feel heavy as she found it hard to keep her eyes open and slowly but surely her world faded into darkness.
AN/ I already have chapters 2 and 3 written but will only post them if people seem interested in this story. Follow and favourite if you like. Please leave reviews and any constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Thanks.