Alone in the Dark

A Collection

I

The Nighttime of Crashes

By

EvelioandZgroup

For Abigail…

One does not walk away, until the job is finished. No matter how fast you run, or how far, your job is never truly finished.

1

He had spent his whole life looking for something better in life, but this was too much for him. He knew (at least he thought he knew) when something was pushing his limits. Reality couldn't do much for him, except give him a light—a light of what he could have, then smack it across his face. That's how it's been for him. It was nothing more, really.

One night—this night—Richard sat on the couch, moping around, with the only source of light being his old TV. He knew things weren't good in his life, but he didn't think things would get worse, just better, he believed. He was being his old self, thinking everything could be better if he isn't doing much to help secure it. Maybe he could have helped around the house every once in a while. Maybe it would have. But he knew it would have taken a load off Nicole, his wife—sorry, ex-wife. He knew this would have made her less stressful, and it even would have made her less angry towards everything.

She was calm when she left, he remembered. She had enough. I knew that.

There, the TV showed only static and sound that seemed like someone was scratching his or her fingernails up against the chalkboard.

He didn't care about it, though.

Nope.

Life was now pointless to him, but he knew—thought, the very least—he still had the kids.

Not with him, at least. Not since she left him about two weeks ago. She left him the house—she emphasized, he would only have the house for a month, while they, her and the kids, stayed at her mother's. She told him that this needed to be done, because neither of them was truly happy with each other. They both knew it, but tried to bring a spark into their lives. They tried, but it failed. She knew that they shouldn't kid with each other, not anymore. She knew that they should now end what was already dead on arrival—D.O.A.? Richard thought. Oh, now I know what it means.

A phone call came towards the phone in the kitchen. It was one of those phones you put up on the wall—a wallphone, Richard called it.

He got up, with barely any life in his legs, walked along the floor that now seemed to him a cloud that he could no longer balance on. He knew this was it. He knew very well it was. He couldn't kid with himself anymore.

Nicole was right.

(We really have been D.O.A., huh?)

"Watterson residence," he said. There was a hint of bad breath that affected his chances of seeming less depressed and more…usual. "Richard speaking…"

"Hey," the voice said. "Is Nicole there?"

"No," he said, a little more upset about the thought of his lost love—the love he didn't deserve to have. "Nicole is with her mom, along with the kids."

The call ended.

Richard saw this as a sign of disregard and just shame. Maybe he left because he knew Richard's waterworks would start. Maybe—

The door opened, and there was Oliver Fitzgerald. He was a man that you didn't want to mess with. Maybe it was how he looked, with a seriousness that would scare kids and even adults if they ever got into a big fight with him. His eyes even told people they would get a death threat if they ever made him mad. And they knew it very well.

"I thought I locked the door," Richard said.

"You did," he said, raising his hands to the now destroyed doorknob.

"Well, you're paying for that," Richard said with a frown.

"A man breaks into your house, and that's what you say? 'You're paying for that'?"

"Well, you are. I don't have money to spare now."

"Why?" he asked.

"Nicole left me," he said. "We're going to be divorced when the papers come in."

"Why?" he asked.

"I think you know why," he said. "I'm a bad husband, a no-good father—took my own life for granted, and now I'm paying the price for it."

"Well," he said, before clearing his throat, "I have something that could help you."

"If it involves me getting back Nicole in my life, there's no need, Oliver. I failed her, and I don't deserve her. I just want to live my life alone."

"Well, you're in luck, Richard. It doesn't involve Nicole, but it will help you have your life; and, if you want, you can fix everything with it."

He was a little mad by it. Whatever it was, he didn't want it. Everything he did always seem to backfire at him, and he doesn't want that to happen, with Nicole, especially. She shouldn't have to go through trouble because of him. Not anymore.

"I told you I don't deserve Nicole."

"I didn't even plan on Nicole being a part of it. Plus, you don't have to use it on her."

"Use what?" he asked.

Oliver stood there in silence. This needed to be talked about, but he didn't want him to get scared or something.

"I need you for a job, and I'll pay a lot of money if you do it."

"I don't want a job. And even if I did, I can't do a simple job right."

"Trust me," he said. "Richard, all I want you to do is just drive a car on the other side of town for five-hundred grand."

"Which is?" he asked, not knowing what it means. He never took up to date with those kinds of slang words (at least, that's what he believes they are).

"Half a million dollars," he said.

"Come again?" he said, knowing what it means now, but wanted to clarify on it.

"Half a million dollars, Richard—five, with five zeros in the back," he said.

"Are you serious?" he asked in a suspension of disbelief.

"I'm very serious, Richard, I really am. I want you to do this job, because you won't have to do much, and it won't get complicated on the way. We would do this quick and simple. There's nothing more to it than that. So, what do you say, Richard?"

He stood there, thinking about what he was being asked to do.

"What do I got to do?" he asked.

"Drive a car to the end of town, and go on with your life."

"I'll do it," he said. "But I don't have a license." He knew this to be true from his terrible driving record that was more puzzled than walking through a maze as a blind man.

"Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes," he said.

"Then that's all you have to do."

Hello, my name is EvelioandZgroup. for those who don't know me well, I'm a fan fiction writer here. I would like to say some very disappointing news for some of my readers, as I declare myself a bit of an average writer. I have to stand by my opinion that when my hrad drive was sent to be cleaned from dust and such, they erased all of my data there. All of it. I am speaking very calmly (or writing in this case) to inform you that nothing from me may come out as planned. I have no data to back me up on any of my stories or screenplays that I have written.

I have to say, I should really be mad at this moment. I think the reason of why I should can still be understood: no data, no writing, nothing to prove, I have nothing. No books, or anything. All of it is gone.

Why I'm not mad is very simple: I was told to be careful on what I wished for. I wished that I had a fresh start.

Well, this is it. I have nothing. Nothing hanging over me, nothing!

That means I have no request, no beta, no stories, or anything. I don't think you know how I live my life. I bust myself over 2 thousand words a day to help myself and entertain others. Now, I have nothing. It actually makes me happy. Really!

I want to announce that I have been thinking about just deleting my account when I read the Talking chapters since those were the stories I never came back to because I was an amateur there, and had no reason to return. Now? I have nothing holding me back. I just want to say that, after all of this, there will be no more EvelioandZgroup.

Don't come crying, telling me to stay or say you'll leave, leave me in peace, and continue on for yourselves. I will be here, writing reviews, reviewing, and still hosting the awards (which is not a list, but is actually the Oscars for the archive). I really wanted to escape this idea of Evelio fan fic for a long time. I've either gone as old school, washed up. I never came back and let others come along. Maybe it was time for a new start. Maybe, I just wanted to escape from myself.

That being said, I will write a couple more, maybe rewrite a couple of stories. After that, I'm done. It's over.

Who knows, maybe someone may come along this archive and really change it, maybe a way like I probably did. I never made such an impact, but they can. Who knows who could be the best? So I leave as the unfinished writer, top of the people so-called ruining Agent BM's career (yeah, I read it. You didn't have a career to begin. And you really have to writer better. I mean, come on, you're older than me!), and the one who was nominated for some awards.

Before I go, I would actually like to say, after I'm gone, Bryce and Jamie said they are going to leave as well. Henry? Henry is a reviewer. He said he will stay. Plus, I also talked to him about the whole Agent BM business.

He laughed, with some tubes, and said "I'll apologize when he makes a good story."

I also read that he did five bad reviews. I would like to say that the first two were ones I told him to review the most recent updated stories. BM was at the wrong place at the wrong time. One was requested by Agent BM to review the story (don't try to put it all on him). Another was when he was hacked. The last? I don't think he did another one of his.

I would like to say before I leave, I will leave a list of stories of which ones I should start and finish. Only if you guys want. If you don't want any stories or anything with me, just don't review. If you do, the review option is for all users and guest.

As of this moment, I resign of being a current or hiatus writer/beta writer. I will do some left to handle some unfinished business.

You know who I am, then I guess you read my stories. Is that a good or bad thing? It's always been your choice.

I would also like to say that someone has deleted the TAWOG Awards. I guess I have to say to those who took it is simple: Fuck you, motherfucker, and kiss my ass when I rip your balls off for being a bitch and should have shut the fuck up. Freedom, bitch. It never hurt anyone, so maybe you had no life and wanted to be a miss goodie-two-shoes, yaw fucking cunt!

I know you never saw this side of me, but I've been through a lot to just find out that they took something away that was a part of this archive's history. Wouldn't you agree?

If they take this out, meet me at my house so I can kick your fucking teeth in for being like that. You allow songfics, so I keep you singing for your mama.