I want to apologise if my spelling/punctuation is worse. We have a new computer. It is windows 8, doesn't have Microsoft Word, I don't know the equivalent to Word on this computer, and my Dad won't buy it for this machine either. Please forgive me if it is dreadful.
Also I apologise for the really short chapter. I wasn't planning on doing it this way, but the other chapter I had written up, I just wasn't happy with. But a short chapter is better than nothing. Right?
I don't own, only Conan.
It had to be her.
There was no way that it was anyone but her.
Four years had past since they had last laid eyes on her. She hadn't changed much over that time, but it was still somewhat of a shock.
When they had first noted her disappearance, they had worried. It was only natural for them as they had been keeping an eye on her over the twelve years they had watched her grow.
But noting that she hadn't appeared on any of the missing people walls, they felt a little safer. Of course, it had also helped when Paul had seduced her best friend into explaining the situation.
She had gone to live with her Grandmother. Apparently the news hadn't been taken too well by her, but it had happened anyway.
Now she was back.
From their spot beneath the Boardwalk sign, the four Bikers observed her. She was currently standing on the opposite side of the road, payphone clutched in her hand talking with her Mother.
She had certainly changed over the years,
Her hair was no longer blonde, instead it was light brown that under the right lighting, shone dark ginger.
She had also gained her Mothers freckles, but only a light sprinkling across her nose and under her eyes.
Paul had certainly noticed the fact that she had also grown out, in all the right places, as well as up. That fact didn't go unnoticed by the other three either.
If David hadn't recognised her eyes, they would certainly have recognised the way she spoke to Shelly.
From their observations of her, Conan was the only person willing to stand up to Shelly. That much had been made obvious that night twelve years ago.
She was now bidding her Mother goodnight and hanging up the phone as she eyed up the people at the Boardwalk entrance. They knew she would be looking for Amy. But what she didn't know was that Amy had already left the Boardwalk with someone. A surf Nazi whose name was something ridiculous.
Her eyes were darting left and right, between the Bikers and the Surf Nazis who had taken up the spot on the other side of the entrance. Shelly was busy making out with Greg and looking over to see if her half sibling was watching, while everyone else was eyeing the four Bikers with distaste.
The four 'brothers' heard a sigh, and turned back to the girl on the other side of the road. She had started to walk home. By herself. A dangerous decision.
Dwayne, Paul and Marko, were all thinking the same thing. They turned their heads to silently ask David.
The ice cold eyes of their leader was still stuck on the quickly retreating form of Conan as he nodded.
"Then we'll eat." He mumbled so only the other three could hear him.
Casting one last distasteful look at the Surfers, the four jumped onto their bikes. Paul already laughing as Marko pushed him a little.
They knew exactly who their meal would be tonight, but first they had something they had to do.