4 days before…
"Went for a walk. If I'm not back by the time you wake up, call the police. When I get back, you can have every right to be mad.
- Ethan"
Putting the pen down, Abel pulled his hood over his head. He slipped out the front door, closing it quietly behind him, he locked the deadbolt.
Silently walking down the stone pathway, he watched the cold air cling to his breath. Walking past the statues, and stone fountain he stopped and turned to look at it. A memorial, for his boyfriend who had died earlier that year.
"Richie Buccanus, 9/18/86 - 5/26/11, friend to all, and beloved son. May he look down to us, and protect us with his graceful spirit. Guardian Angel, to those in need."
Ethan sighed, and looked up into the Night sky. It was a clear night, cold air, no stars, just the moon lighting his path. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ethan kept walking. Trotting down the driveway, he turned left, and walked down the street.
Past the houses, the trees, the road signs, past everything. Listening to his breathing, and the leaves and gravel crunching beneath his feet.
"Leaving home so late?" Someone whispered, grabbing his waist.
"Let me go Creeper!" He struggled, hitting the person in the stomach. Turning around sharply, he looked at them closely. It was a Man, about 24, Black hair, and Charcoal colored eyes.
He looked back up at him, glaring holes into his eyes. "Bitch, you'll pay for that mistake."
His blood ran cold, and he turned and started to run. Running out onto the highway, he looked right, then left and kept going. Crossing the street, a car slammed on its' brakes honking the horn. The man was close behind, and Ethan never dared look back. He could hear his breathing, could feel the heat rolling off his breath.
'I'm on the track team back at college, I can outrun him' Ethan thought, keeping his eyes focused on the sidewalk ahead of him. Suddenly he felt the mans fingertips brush his wrist, and he started to panic. Pushing himself to run faster, Ethan stumbled as his feet hit the road again. He caught Ethan's wrist, and pulled him back roughly.
"Relax sweetheart, you're not going anywhere now." The man whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. "No, let me go! Psychotic Bastard!"
"Say that again sweetheart, your so sexy when your angry."
"Go Fuck yourself!"
"Why don't you help me with that." The man whispered huskily, dipping his hands down Ethan's pants.
Ethan elbowed the man in the stomach, then turned around sharply and kneed him the face. "Fuck off! I don't even know who the fuck you are! Don't touch me, you…you bastard!" Ethan yelled, backing up quickly. Turning to run again, he made a mistake.
He looked back.
The man was already on his feet, running faster this time. Eyes full of blazing hatred. His nose was bleeding, and he came after Ethan like a wild dog.
Ethan ran faster, turning a corner. While he kept running, he thought about what would happen if he died that night. 'I won't be able to join the alliance if I die tonight. If I cant join the alliance, I don't know what I'd do.' He thought, eyebrows knitting together. 'But that's not going to happen.'
As a kid from his college stepped out of their car, Ethan shoved them out of the way. And slammed the door. "Hey, what the hell are you doing Ethan?" "I don't have time for this Louis! I'm being chased by a fucking psycho, I need your goddamn car!" Ethan yelled, pulling out.
Spinning around sharply, he could hear the tires squeal against the road. He could smell the burning rubber from the wheels, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and he sped off down the road. The man looked around the parking lot, and saw a biker getting on his motorcycle.
As they went past the man, he jumped on them. Knocking the person to the ground, he took the helmet and put it on. Picking the bike back up, he restarted it, and sped off after Ethan. Swerving in and out in front of cars, he caught sight of him.
"I have you now Princess." He muttered, revving the engine. He picked up speed, until he was next to Ethan's window.
"Oh shit!" Ethan mumbled, stomping on the brakes. Switching to the gas pedal, he turned down Rockwell blvd., and pulled up into his friends' house. Getting out, he ran around to the side of the house. Ignoring the sign that read, "Beware of dog" he jumped cleanly over the fence.
Running into the yard, he spotted the Husky sleeping. It was chained up to a steel post by the house, but the chain-link leash was long. Ethan's breathing sped up, and he jumped and grabbed hold of the wooden fence above him. Ignoring the small splinters digging into his hands and fingers, he hauled himself up over the fence.
Letting go, he landed in another backyard. Stopping and crouching in the bushes, Ethan looked at the surrounding.
"Oh. Shit…" Ethan whispered, breath caught in his throat. Standing in his way, was the same man from before. A smirk plastered on his face, and eyes full of glory.