The first thing Sasha noticed was Balthazar's old Harley sitting by the door and she couldn't help but get a weird déjà vu feeling as she headed inside.
The lights were out when she walked on so she pulled out her torch and slowly made her way down the corridor to the last door.
It was already ajar so Sasha placed her hand lightly on the door and pushed it open.
According to her memory it had been two years, to the very day, since she'd been here last and Sasha wasn't exactly intending on a repeat performance, so she pulled the handgun from her bag as she descended the staircase.
A small ceiling light flicked in the centre of the room and Sasha felt almost compelled to shout Hello? as with every horror movie, but was able to restrain herself enough to merely take the first few steps into the basement.

She glanced to her left and then to her right, the coast was clear so she stared straight ahead as she reached the bottom step.
A small figure was crouched down in the corner of the furthest side of the room.

"Balthazar?" she called to him – just to make sure she wasn't about to murder the wrong guy.
A face emerged from the bundle, red-eyed and restless-looking.
The emotion portrayed was that of complete horror and slight fear.
Abigail felt quite good about that – he was the frightened one for once.
"Sasha? I-Is that you? But you, you were-"
"Dead, yeah I know." she finished. "Hell wasn't very forgiving either, I can tell you that much."
Balthazar slowly pulled himself to his feet, he looked awful. His clothes were torn and tattered and he several gashes in his chest were visible.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like that. You weren't supposed to-"
"To what?" she dragged a chair from the corner and shoved it towards him.
He sat down cautiously, "You weren't supposed to save him..."

Sasha paused, "What do you mean?"
Balthazar stared at her for a moment, "You tried to-" He hesitated, seeing the look on her face, "You don't remember?"
Sasha mentally cursed the angels for their deception.
She pulled another chair over and sat in front of him. "Just what is it that I'm supposed to be remembering?"
He eyed her quickly as she holstered her gun. She wanted answers first, she'd kill him later. The way he saw it; he only had one shot at this. She was hesitant now, letting her guard down. He had to act now.
And he did.

Just as Sasha had placed her gun safely back in its holster, Balthazar ran.
He bolted for the stairs before she even had a chance to blink.
"Get back here!" she roared as Balthazar scrambled for the door.
Sasha raced after him as he found the entrance. She couldn't hear the rain from inside but when she chased him outside, the thunderous roar of the wind sent chills down her spine. The rain pelted off of the earth, sending gravel spinning into the air.
She followed as Balthazar quickly turned a corner and headed behind the building. There, he quickly hopped onto his Harley and sped off before Sasha could get her hands on him.
Sasha swore allowed and jogged to the main road – she wasn't about to waste any more time.
By now, it was around six thirty in the morning and some people –surprisingly- awoke at that ungodly hour of the morning and went to work.

A BMW drove by with a man in his early thirties behind the wheel. Sasha almost had to get herself run over for him to even notice she was there.
The wheels came screeching to a halt beside her as the window rolled down, "What are you doing out here in the middle of a rainstorm?"
"I need your car." she told him.
He laughed before she yanked the car door open and dragged him out, "I ain't asking."
She left him standing in the pouring rain and drove as fast as she could without hydroplaning.
By now, Balthazar had to be at least fifteen minutes ahead of her.

She drove for a few miles before a chugging, coughing noise came from the car's engine. It soon came to a stop and no matter how hard she tried, the engine would not start.
Sasha sighed, noticing that the asshole car owner neglected to refill the tank. So she grabbed her rucksack and headed for the nearest house by the main road.
She knocked on the door as lightning flashed just a few yards away.
A young man opened the door with eyes greener than anything Sasha had ever seen.
When he saw her, he smiled like she was an old friend but before he got the chance to talk, Sasha decided on her story, "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. My car broke down and my phone's dead. Would I be able to use yours to call a tow?"

As two more men arrived at the door, an 'innocent' smile appeared on her face.
Of course, she wasn't planning on calling a tow. She just wanted to make them comfortable.
What was she really planning to do?
Well, she'd make that up as she went along.