Hi everyone!
Sorry for not posting in a while i've been incredibly busy with so many things.
I hope you guys like this chapter. I think this one is really bad, so if you guys still want more chapters after this really bad one please let me know or i will not do anymore.
This story is a bit of a struggle because I don't have a full plot so i'm still trying to see where this story will lead to.
Also keep in mind that when I say 'middle of chest' in means just below the collar bone, and just before her breasts. There would be only a tiny bit of cleavage showing meaning there is No nudity/flashing.
Just saying that now.
30 min before
Graham quietly sat at his favorite café, slowly drinking his coffee as the sun started to go down.
He glanced at his watch. 7:30 He should get going it was getting dark out and he needed to get back to his apartment. He had dishes to clean, and laundry to wash.
He sighed as he drank the last of his cup before standing up and leaving a tip.
He slowly started his way home. He was thankful for the night off. A power outage hit the opera house, and the back up generator would not work. So he got the day off.
The café wasn't far from his apartment complex. Maybe only a mile max. It's why it was his favorite. Not far of a walk for him. And it was cheap. that was a key detail.
He was only a couple of blocks away from his apartment when he heard a loud explosion. Seconds after the explosion there was scream of pain. A woman's scream, tugged at the edges of his memory, not quite in reach.
He took off into a sprint, across the street and one block away from his apartment he rounded the corner to see two motorcycles; a red one with popped tires and its side tore off from what looked like a major slide out. The other was what looked like it once was a black bike, now was blown to smithereens.
There was a girl, unconscious, dressed in black clothing. Her black hair was fanned out around her with scrapes and bruises on her face.
He knelt next to her, taking in her injuries.
She had a bloodstain on her jacket. If it was hers or not he couldn't tell. She was covered in small shallow cuts. Her shoulder looked like it could have been broken.
Graham quickly looked over to the alley across away from him. He thought he heard a small grunt of pain.
He took a couple steps closer to the alley before his attention turned to one of the houses door opening and man coming out with the woman behind him on the phone with 911.
Multiple house doors opened, and people spilled out onto the street to see the previous commotion.
Minutes later the police were examining the scene, with paramedics putting the girl on a stretcher and loading her into an ambulance.
He looked around him in the chaos, running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of what had happened.
The police came up to him asking him if he knew anything.
He said he had no clue saying where he was at and why he was the one to be seen with the victim.
There were bike parts strewn all over the place. And strangely enough metal boomerangs just lying around next to daggers.
The police found traces of the other person. Besides daggers and a motorcycle. One person's lawn was covered in blood.
After his small talk with the police he decided there was nothing he could do to help. So he decided to head home.
He decided to take an alley to get to his apartment faster.
Halfway through the alley he caught sight of bloody handprints on the side of the wall.
He walked up to the first handprint on the wall. It was still wet. Blood was dripping down the wall.
Noticing that there was a small trail of blood on the ground he decided to follow it.
It went strait out of the alley across the street and around the corner of his apartment.
He stopped himself short when he saw a woman's figure falling to the ground.
Quickly he ran up to the figure feeling his breath hitch at seeing whom it was.
"Carmen".
He stood over her as her eyes closed.
"Hey Carmen, look at me, don't close your eyes!" He said frantically, not knowing what to do.
His yelling was not fruitful as her eyes closed. He quickly checked her pulse letting out a breath as he felt a small 'thump thump thump.'
It was then he took in her body. Almost vomiting from the wounds he saw.
She had a burn mark the size of his palm in the middle of her chest; it had burned away her shirt in that area. Leaving a mark that was eventually going to leave a scar on her skin.
He noticed her right shoulder was covered in blood, some dripping down her arm with her hand red from trying to keep pressure on the wound.
She had a shard of the black bike in her leg, quickly oozing blood.
Her left arm was covered in skid marks with bits of gravel stuck in her skin.
She was so much worse than the other woman.
What the hell happened to his little thief?
A.N.
OK so what did you think, Ok? Bad? Really bad? Tell me what you think.
~SmokeyJae1776
12/23/2019
