Sorry about the wait I have been busy the past couple of days. Hope you enjoy the next chapter.
"Bye Bubba see you at work tomorrow," Abby said waving goodbye to her good friend.
Abby and Bubba left the crime scene not long after she figured out what happened to the drug dealers. Bubba offered to drive her home instead of walking home. Bubba even offered to stay seeing how freaked out she looked with the situation that happened last night. Abby nicely refused, assuring him that she would be fine and promising to stay away from dark allies.
Abby told Bubba the most she would be doing today was clean up a little and maybe if she had time lay out. She started pulling out all of her cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink. She spent the next hour or so scrubbing her bathroom and kitchen spotless. She emptied the dirty clothes hamper throwing them in washing machine. Also much to Damien's delight Abby gave him a bath.
Satisfied with what she accomplished Abby decided it was now for her own little reward. She stripped out of her clothes, and put her bathing suite own. She grabbed a few wine coolers and headed outside. Abby always enjoyed a few alcoholic beverages every now and then, but not enough to get drunk. Abby has never been drunk or even got a buzz.
The apartment complex has a pool out back, but recently it has been empty due to the liner being replaced. Abby sat down in one of the old reclining chairs that have seen its better days. Abby pulled the top off her drink and leaned back in the chair to soak up the days last bit of sunlight.
Few hours later Abby took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat she build up lying in the hot sun. She unwrapped the towel from her head while rummage through her fridge; seeing what she could whip up for dinner. Abby let out a sigh seeing that not much was in her fridge to even make a snack.
Abby pulled her hair in a ponytail, not caring it was still a damp from the shower. She grabbed the keys from her purse and locked the door behind herself.
The grocery store was in the middle of town beside a few little shops. It was a small simple store, nothing fancy like most grocery stores that have a gas station and tire and lube center.
Abby parked her car in the parking lot and headed inside to pick up a few items to fix dinner.
Unlike most girls Abby never really enjoyed shopping. Growing up she was more of a tomboy. She lived in a neighborhood where there was nothing but boys. She would spend hours outside playing in the mud with them.
Abby grabbed a bag of potatoes deciding to fix herself a big loaded bake potato tonight. She headed over to the dairy products to get some sour cream.
After a couple minutes of walking around Abby had everything she needed to fix dinner and a little extra for the rest of the week. She quickly paid for her groceries ready to get home and start dinner. She was starved. Abby hadn't eaten sense this morning with Bubba.
Abby loaded her purchases in the back seat of her car and left the parking lot. Abby looked down and noticed the needle to her gas gage and it was almost on E. Not wanting to worry about filling up before going to work tomorrow she pulled into the nearest gas station.
The sun was setting and Johnny could fill his skin begin to sizzle. The rider was itching to come out and finish off the head drug dealer that got away last night. Johnny was currently sitting on his bike in an alley away from anyone who might see him.
His whole body started to burn; it felt like his insides were boiling. It always felt like this; first he would feel his body start to warm up until everything just burned. To the point steam would come off his skin and eventual burn off. Johnny looked down at his hands seeing that the skin was already gone.
Johnny not wanting to hold it off any longer let the flames consume him and could feel the muscle tissues and his skin burn away. The rider let out a roar as usual whenever he came out. His motorcycle changed becoming engulfed in hell flames.
The rider sped off down the street following the dealer's stench.
Abby just finished filling up her car, and headed inside to pay the cashier. Walking inside a few people was already standing in line to pay for gas.
The bell went off that let the cashier know someone either was coming or leaving. Abby paid no attention to who came in just wanting to pay for her gas and leave.
Someone walked past Abby in a hurry to get to the front of the line.
"Give me your money,"
Abby looked up and saw someone tall with a hoodie pulled over his head with a gun pointed at the cashier.
"I won't repeat myself again give me all of the money now," the hooded man said.
Abby started to back away not wanting to be in the store in case the guy decided to make sure there weren't any eye witnesses.
Abby heard the chime from the register as the guy opened it and began to fill the guy's bag.
Abby was almost at the door when the guy's cell phone started ringing. The cashier paused for a brief second before the guy yelled at him to continue.
"Hello," the guy said answering the phone.
"I'll be leaving soon I had to get the rest of the money from somewhere else, because last night's deal was interrupted," the guy said into the phone to the unknown caller.
Abby felt a rise of anger from what the guy just said; she desperately wanted to do something but there wasn't much she could do when she wasn't even armed. All she could do was make it outside and hopefully call for help.
Abby opened the door with the heel of her foot keeping her body facing the hooded burglar, making sure he didn't see her making her way for help. The cashier was just about done filling the guy's bag. Abby was running out of time so Abby quickly pushed open the door; feeling bad for the other people who were stuck in the store. The other customers all hit the floor when they saw him pull out the gun.
Abby ran to her car as fast as she could hoping to drive to the police station a report the guy. Abby only made it half to her car when she felt someone grab ahold of her from behind. She was turned around and came face to face with a guy who had gray hair and graying beard. The guy had gray eyes that looked like they have seen death many times over and along the left side of his cheek a deep scar.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man asked.
Abby couldn't say anything the only thing that was running through her mind was the picture the police officer showed her this morning.
"Going to run off to the cops were you?"
"No," Abby lied.
"Yea, that's what they all say,"
Abby started struggling to get out of his grasp. She started kicking and screaming hopefully someone would hear her.
"Shut up," the man yelled at her pulling her tighter to keep her from struggling further.
Only if she could free her arms and take a hard swing to his face she might have a chance to get away. The man snatched her purse from her shoulder. He went through it until he found what he was looking for; her car keys.
The man started to drag her along with him.
"What are you doing you got what you wanted," Abby frantically said.
"I can't have you running to the cops I'm not going back to jell, plus it's been a while sense I had a good piece of ass," the man said looking Abby up and down admiring what she had to offer.
"You sick son of bitch you try and touch me and ill rip your dick and balls off," Abby said through clenched teeth getting really pissed off and scared at the same time.
Before the guy could say anything else a loud roar came from down the road.
"Aw shit not that fucker again," the guy said.
Abby looked down the road and saw a bright light and heard the engine from a motorcycle. A motorcycle couldn't make that bright of a light Abby thought.
The light came closer and closer. The guy began to pull harder on Abby practically dragging her to her car. He was hoping not to run into that thing again he barely got away last time. Abby was struggling with all her might not to get in the car with this man.
A loud screeching of brakes was heard and Abby looked up and gasped. She was looking straight at what she could guess what killed the other drug dealers last night.
Whatever the hell it was sitting on a motorcycle that was on fire, heard her gasp and turned its head to look at her. Abby wanted to scream when saw it was empty eye sockets from a skull staring at her. The flames around its skull burned brighter; still staring at Abby it let out a loud roar at the man.
Abby was thrown to the ground hard without warning and hit her head on the hard concrete. Her vision started to blur and heard gun shots being fired and what sounded like rattling of chains before her world went black.