Hey again!!! This is the sequel to my story "New Kid on the Sandlot". I was re-reading the first story and decided to write a sequal. It might take awhile to finish as I am not entirely sure what I want to happen. Hope you like it. :) Disclamer: I own nothing you recognize.
Revenge on the Sandlot
CHAPTER 1 Escaped Prisoner
Yesterday morning at about 2:30 am, state prisoner Charles Evans escaped from prison. Evans was convicted of abusing his daughter and murdering two people in Nevada. He was serving out a life sentence with possible parole in thirty years. One guard was killed and another severely injured as Evans escaped . It is still unknown how he managed to escape. Evans is six feet two with balding black hair and brown eyes. If you have any information on this man's were bouts, contact your local police immediately. Do not approach Evans for any means as he is extremely dangerous.
Beauregard Evans, the escaped prisoner's daughter, shivered slightly as she read the article in the newspaper. It had only been a year since her father had been convicted of abusing her and murdering her Mom and friend in Nevada. That one year had been the best year of Bo's life. She didn't have to worry about going home and being beaten. Instead, she could go home in peace and have a quiet dinner with her kindly guardian, Mrs. Loretta Spice.
She could play baseball with her friends all she wanted. Every day she would go to the sandlot to play with her friends. She could actually have friends now, unlike before when her father had threatened to kill her and any friends she ever made.
"Hey Bo!" a boy's voice called from the fence. "You coming?"
Bo looked up and smiled as her boyfriend, Benjamin Rodriguez, leaned over the fence.
"I'm comin'!" Bo replied as she grabbed her baseball bat and glove. She paused for a moment before bringing the newspaper too.
"Took you long enough." Benny teased.
"Took me long enough?" Bo exclaimed in mock shock. "Why, I've been up waiting for hours for you to get your slow butt over here."
"Slow?" Benny replied. "I'll show you slow."
With that, Benny took off running, living up to his nickname "The Jet".
"Hey!" Bo exclaimed as she ran after him.
She was fast, but not fast enough to beat Benny to the sandlot.
"Now who's slow?" Benny teased as the walked into the sandlot.
"All right." Bo laughed. "You're not slow."
No one else was at the sandlot yet. They threw their bat's down and Bo placed the newspaper underneath her bat, not sure how to tell Benny.
"Why didn't Scotty come with you?" Bo asked as they started tossing a ball around.
"He's got to pack for his family vacation." Benny explained.
"Oh." Bo said. She caught the ball then remembered the article. "Benny, I have to show you something."
She dropped the ball and glove and walked over to where she had placed her bat and the paper. Benny followed her. She handed him the article and waited as he read it.
"He escaped?" Benny couldn't believe it. "How? He was in maximum security!"
"I don't know." Bo replied. "But the two guards prove that he hasn't changed."
"Then he might…" Benny couldn't finish the sentence.
"He might come back for me." Bo finished.