Twist Of Fate
Prolouge
Ashley J. Williams
Lunatic, psycho, madman. He'd heard it all and was sick of it. He had paid (partially) for a crime he hadn't commited. He had spent a month in jail and seven in a mental hospital. They had tride to pin the murders of the Knowbys', Scotty, Shelly, his own sister Cheryl, and Linda, his girlfriend. But the evidence wasn't suffeciant and they soon had no choice but to release him. It didn't matter though. No one believed him about the deadites or the Necronomicon. The whole town of Dearborn thought he was nuts. They laughed and pointed at him in public. Someone had broke the headlights in his new car and smashed in the windshild. He didn't even report it to the police. No point in doing that. The police were definitely not his friends. Now he stood infront of the one man he really hated right now. His boss. The older and much larger man was glaring at him with the intinsity of a hawk.
"You've been a good worker here, Ashley, but customers have stoped comeing because you work here. Ever since you shot that woman in here, people are afraid of what might happen here. They say you are a danger." the manager said, still stairing Ash down.
"No one pressed charges. The woman attacked me." Ash said in his defence.
"And there were witnesses to back you up, but we still cannot continue to allow you to work here. I'm sorry, but you're fired, Ashley." the manager said.
"Yeah, thanks for nothin'" Ash growled as he turned on his heel and left the office.
He didn't even stop to say a word to his ex-coworkers who watched him go. He got in his car and drove to his favorite bar in town. Once inside he started ordering shots. He was bound and determind to get totally smashed. The bartender was the closest thing to a friend Ash had. He didn't care if Ash was crazy or not. His money was good and he came in often. The bartender didn't believe Ash's stories about the Necronomican or the deadites, but he listioned all the same. It was closeing time before Ash was done with his benge, but he was smashed pretty good.
"Let me call you a cab, man." the bartender said.
"Naw. I'm cool. I've driven in worse shape than this." Ash slured.
"Alright, man. Becareful." the bartender said with a shrug.
"Yeah. All right." Ash grumbled as he steped out the door.
Just as soon as he walked outside, something large fell on top of him knocking him unconcious.
To Be Continued...
Next: Twist of Fate: Chapter One: Son Goku.