Slowly pulling her head up, Abigail York breathed impatiently. She couldn't find the keys to her blue Chevrolet, she could have swore she had put them in her purse but for some reason they weren't there. She had an important meeting with her friend Jack and she didn't want to be late for it. With an exasperated sigh, she grabbed her bag and completed dumped it on the passenger seat. Rummaging through gum wrappers, her check book, pens and other unnecessary items she finally found them, they were in a small zipped up pocket.
Arson poked his head up and watched as the woman dumped her bag, there were a few items that caught his eye, a pack of ciggarettes and a lighter. Stretching his hand out, he grabbed the cigarettes, he had been caught smoking one of his fathers cigars a few months ago and had been lectured about it thoroughly. He felt that he didn't need the lighter so he pulled one of the cigarettes out and tried to light it. His flamethrower did nothing but spit out smoke.
Abigail knew nothing of the small boy in the back of her car trying to light one of her Menthol's, hearing her cell phone ring she grabbed it.
"Where are you Abby?" Jack asked.
"I'm on my way," Abigail said. "I had car troubles."
"Broke down?" her friend asked.
"No, not necessarily."
Throwing the cigarette down, frustrated, Arson reached forward and grabbed the lighter, he would have been caught hadn't the car of hit a bump and the woman had looked down, luckily for him she hadn't. slowly turning the thumbwheel, he lit a new cigarette, the one he had dropped had rolled under the woman's seat and he couldn't reach it. Taking one puff off of the cigarette he felt sick.
"Uh!" Arson said disgustidly. "Gross!"
Abigail's eyes grew large, pulling the car over and turning around quickly, she laid her eyes on the small boy behind her. The boy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Taking her seat belt off and completely turning around in her seat, she could care less about the cell phone at this minute, right now she was curious about the boy in her car.
"Who are you?" Abigail asked."Where did you come from?"
"None of your business!" Arson spat.
Abigail looked the boy up and down, he looked like he had been burned. Everything on his body was either badly burned or very much ripped, his boots were the only thing that looked to be untouched. Softening her features and throwing her hair, which was up, behind her shoulders, she stretched her hand out intending to comfort the boy.
With a deep hiss Arson pulled his flamethrower up, even though it wasn't working he knew that he could use it as a threat. All he wanted was for this woman to drive him to a place where he could get some new clothes. Before he could emit another hiss he felt deep pain all throughout his body. Lowering his flamethrower, he started crying.
Abigail drew back when she saw the flamethrower point at her but seeing the boy cry she couldn't help herself. The boy was probably lost and scared to death. Stretching her hand out again she place it on his shoulder, it was hot to the touch and the boy moaned in pain. Opening her door and walking to the trunk of her car she pulled out a towel that she had packed for the beach.
Arson felt great anger surge inside of himself, he hadn't intended to start crying. He pulled himself up and tried climbing into the front seat, where the woman had been sitting. Lighting his eyes up bright, he felt like screaming, the pain, it hurt to move. With a deep moan he hoisted himself up, he wanted to scream and cry again. His legs felt like they were going to fall off, they hurt so bad. The woman had left the door open so with a deep breath he jumped out. Jumping from the car was the easy part, landing was a different story. Instead of landing on his feet he landed on his butt. Clamping his mouth shut, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he pulled himself up. He saw the woman rounding the car, she was holding a towel and a few bottles of water.
"Hey boy," Abigail said softly. "I'm gonna wet this towel and put it around you okay."
The minute he saw the woman he wanted to run, moving one of his legs he felt great pain. Before he could run he felt the woman wrap something cold and wet around him. With the last bit of strength he had he screamed loudly. He couldn't move his arms, they hurt too much, his eyes darkened, he could hardly see anything., all he knew was that he was being picked up.
Gently picking the boy up and holding him in one of her arms, she wrapped the soaked towel around his body and gently sang to him. She had no idea how much pain he was in, but she knew he could hardly move without moaning. Walking around her car and opening the passenger side, she layed him down on the seat. There was a hospital about ten miles away and she intended to go to it. Picking up her cell phone, she dialed her friends number.
"Hey Jack." Abigail sighed.
"Where are you?" Jack asked impatiently.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to attend our meeting," Abigail said. "Something's come up."
"This had better be good," Jack said angrily. "what's causing you to miss our meeting?"
"I'm taking this boy to the hospital," Abigail sighed. "he's badly burned Jack."
"Which hospital?" Jack asked.
"Johnston Willis." Abigail said.
Driving her car quickly, Abigail did not notice the figure with the red eyes move out of the bushes. The boy beside her was shaking his head slowly back and forth, mumbling about how much he missed his half brother and moaning about how much his father was going to kill him if he found him. His flamethrower had fallen out of the towel and was hanging off of the seat, it was dripping liquid all over her cars floor.
