About half a year had passed since the Keith tragedy. Keith went to trial for his actions, and the judge found him to be insane. The scarring of his face drove an already unstable man over the edge. He currently stayed at the Loki Insane Asylum. He was locked tightly in a powerful stray jacket that no man could escape from; too bad the asylum wasn't as secure as the jacket.
"My face, look what that bitch did to my face," he yelled with his muscles tightening angrily, as he fell into one of his daily psychotic rages. The sad thing was, his face looked fine after the incident. The liquid, which supposedly scarred his face, was not really dangerous at all. It only had temporary effects. There was only one small scar left on his right cheek. He focused on it more than anything, it became his obsession, and he wanted revenge. The brown-haired man freaked out even more, his hate and rage sending him over the edge. A nurse arrived with his daily grub.
"Look what she did to me," Keith sobbed like a baby, balling his eyes out. "There, there," the lady in white replied, as she fed him his mushy food with a spoon. There were always security guards with needles, ready to calm him down, outside his room, every time someone was in there with him. He was as violent as they came. Sarah couldn't have ever imagined that one incident could drive a man that far.
The Christmas holidays had begun. Sarah had transformed herself into a brunette for the winter season. She wore big dark sunglasses, huge red earmuffs, a red scarf, a long black leather coat, and matching steel-toed boots. The snowflakes rapidly fell from the sky, each unique one falling with their own graceful style. Her mind was always at ease when she took a walk, just strolling down the streets, and enjoying the atmosphere. She enjoyed the sound of the carolers singing door to door, the busy streets, she loved it all. Her peaceful walk was suddenly interrupted by a call.
*RING* *RING* *RING*
She searched for her cell phone, which was buried deep inside her purse. Once she answered her little phone, she became the receiver of some startling information.
"Sarah, this is Agent Hightower. You are in danger. I repeat that you are in danger. Meet me at 34 Angel's Court." It was only a block away. Sarah was quite angered by this, she wanted to get out of her hectic lifestyle, and live a normal life. She wanted to get married, have kids, just like everyone else. As much as she loved the Christmas holidays, it also saddened her too. When she looked at the shopping families, she wanted what they had, and what they maybe took for granted. Soon enough, Sarah was at her destination. She nervously wondered what was in store for her. |