Adams

Drinking his cup slowly, he yawned. The cafe were full of people. The TV blaring horribly. Of all the day he was feeling relaxed. Drinking down the liquid, he burped quickly adding, "Pardon me."

Though he couldn't help thinking he was being watched. Another thing he wasn't wanting to get into was any relationship. Really not worth the bother.

Door swung open almost rymphically as people left and entered. Draining last dregs of coffee he stood up smiling, turning round to see some bitch inspecting his bike. That was a damn crime. Worse of all people could do them.

Rushing out he yelled, "Hey!"

Blaire-

The owner of the motorcycle came running out of the cafe, yelling.
"Hey, what do you think your doing?"
Blaire jumped and backed away from the motorcycle, she hadn't even touched it. "Sorry." She mumbled, trying to walk past him. He grabbed her by the arm.
"You can't just touch things that aren't yours!"
"I didn't touch your damn bike now let go of me!" She pulled her arm from his grasp.
"Well, what were you doing then?" He said slightly calmer.
"Looking, I wasn't aware that that was a crime. It's a nice bike is all."

[Tara Roylin]

The girl she had just met, Blair, was yelling outside the cafe with a guy. It attracting attention, everyone was watching. With the glass seperating the people inside with the two fighting outside, it sort of looked like watching a TV show.

"What do you think they're fighting about?" asked Tara.

"Probably the bike," answered Coraline.

*didn't know what to put*

Adams

Calming relatively he smiled ruefully, "So, she's a beaut isn't she."

The girl nodded, running her hands over frame, the sleek blue paintwork shimmered in the light, "It sure is pretty."

Grinning he aknowledged this, closing distance with girl, "So why you interested in bikes?"

Blair-

Blair noticed people gathering, they all were right on the edge of intervening. The man did not seem to want to let go of her arm. She looked around the miniscule crowd and her gaze fell on one man. His eyes were covered by sunglasses but the rest of his face looked utterly emotionless. She shuddered and finally pulled her arm away. The man in sunglasses was giving her the heebeejeebees. Then she looked just past the man into the antique shop. The owner a.k.a her boss was glaring at Blair and talking a mile a minute on the phone, probably to her aunt. Well shit.
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the owner of the motorcycle.
"Sorry for looking at your bike, I won't do it again." she said sarcastically before muttering, "I hate this damn town."
"Something we have in common." he mumbled back sourly. She began to walk away, not expecting her aunt and uncle to pull up. Oh the irony. This was the third time she had skipped school this week, she was sure in for it. Her uncle got out of the car while her pregnant aunt remained seated, looking murderous.
"Blair." there was a hint of sharpness in his tone, "Even want to try for an explanation?" Blair shoved her hands into the pockets of her ripped jeans, sheugged, and rolled her eyes. Needless to say she drove home as slowly as possible. Her aunt and uncle were pretty strict, that had been the deal. No therapist if she would follow the rules. When she pulled up into the driveway her aunt and uncle were waiting in their car.
"Roadtrip?" she asked a smug smirk on her face.
"Just get in." her aunt said acidly. She figured they were taking her staight to the therapist, start the torture early. She never expected them to pull up to the school.
"Are you serious?" she moaned. Blair ended up sitting outside the principals office, staring at the ceiling. After twenty minutes she was joined by a boy. He ran a hand through his not too long not too short hair. She knew this boy, they had four classes together, and he was the only person she got along with in this whole town. He sat across from her and gave her a sly smile.
"Hey Blair."
"Luke."
"Long time no see. What are you in for?"
"My inability to handle my parent's death on an emmotional level which is causing me to act out in an attempt to get attention which is a desperate cry for help. You?"
"Cussing."
She shook her head, "Cussing in a Catholic school, you are going to hell."
"At least I know you'll be there to keep me company."
she stood and walked the four feet to his chair and leaned down over him, "And why would a sweet little girl like me go to hell?"
"For kissing a sinner like me." a smile spread across both of their lips as they met. They hadn't told anyone they were dating. Her aunt didn't even like the fact that they were friends and she would probably have a heart attack if she knew they had been seeing eachother. That's when a little more irony kicked in.
"Blair!" her aunt's high pitched voice reached her ears and Blair pulled her lips from Luke's. "What the heck are you doing!" Luke's hands were still on her waist.
"Get your hands off of her." her uncle chimmed in. The principal was standing in his office doorway very akwardly. Luke gave my uncle an annoyed look before dropping his hands from my waist to his lap. I looked down at his hands readying against his dark wash jeans and sighed. She had had enough.
"You two really don't get it do you. You are not it parents okay. My parents are dead and they obviously didn't give a shit what happened to me so why should you? Just leave me alone. I'm happy with Luke." she took one of his hands, pulled him to his feet and out into the hallway.
"What are we doing?" he asked quietly.
"Leaving." she said with a smile on her face. Her aunt and uncle followed her but made no physical attempt to stop her. She got climbed into Luke's car and drove off. They drove all the way to Luke's house. Despite what most people though, because of his general attitude, he had a nice house. His parents weren't drunks or drug addicts, they just were gone a lot. Luke was just naturally a rebel, one of the adorable things about him. Her aunt didn't know, but she had been to Luke,a house countless times, his parents were never home so they had the place to themselves.

Adams

Throwing his helmet on, he growled at the attention, hopping on his bike. Readying the key. All of sudden someone grabbed his arm. Oh lovely joy of joys! It was a cop. People were pretending to be unintrested, but it was all a hopeless facade.

"Mr. I'm afraid we need to see you."

Even he couldn't believe what he did next, but boy he felt stupid. Taking guys hand off his shoulder. He sped down hearing year of furious cop. What on earth was he thinking damn it? God why was he goddamn running from police. Maybe he just felt day was just too horrible. But still god knows how many offences he was breaking. The sirens now followed. Luckily he knew plenty of short cuts. Where ever he was trying to get to was a puzzle. It was then he heard a beeping. Looking down over frame he saw a timer.

"Oh shit!"

Gasping and breathing hard he bent angel skidding hard, somehow coming off. His whole body scraping over ground. He yelled out in pain watch his bike careening towards a tanker.

One word came out.

Fuck!

The explosion was loud and horrible, Adams lay his whole body horribly scarred.

Soon the cop cars arrived and looked at him. One of them unhelpfully said, "Looks like someone wanted you dead..."

Blair-

She had been enjoying sitting on Luke's lap kissing him when there was a knock at the door. Blair groaned.
"Just ignore it." she pleaded pressing her lips against Luke's neck, who complied. The knocking persisted and grew steadily louder.
"Hold on." Luke said annoyed. She stood, picking her up with him. Then set her down on the chair before going to the front door. He unlocked the dead bolt and the door was suddenly shoved open. Luke was thrown to the ground and handcuffed. Another cop slapped a set of handcuffs onto Blairs wrists and began reading them their rights.
"Why are we being arrested, on what grounds?" she demanded.
"On grounds of attempted murder." maybe her aunt really had had a heart attack.
"Whose did I try to kill?"
"Adams." her confused expression caused the officer to expand, "the man whose motorcycle you were seen looking at earlier today."

The murderer was really shocked...even suprised. He looked from the rooftop and at his target...

He made sure the explosion was set in place...How could that guy see that thing?

He then awsnered his own question...His Father use to race with my Dad in 1976....The same date his Dad was Run over by the same man by accident.

And the date he was born.

The murderer sighed and shook the musing off from his head as he saw a girl get dragged away by the police.
" Cops...alway's arresting the innocent...and letting the killer's go free."

The murderer looked at the door number and smiled for the first time.
This was the place.
He opened the door to reveal a Isreali woman in jean's and a hoodie.


" How is work going?"
The murderer shrugged his shoulder." The man at the post office said I can take a break, since it's my first day here and all."
The woman smiled." Well since you need to take a break..." She wrapped her arms around the man's shoulder." No time for that..." The murderer whispered and the woman pouted.

" But were married..." The woman looked deep in the murderer's eyes with her dark blue eyes," Doesn't that mean you haven't sinned?"

" I know that Claude." The murderer sighed. He really is disappointed because of she is the best wife you can ask for. Met her while in the marines, she respected him for who he was...and now...

" At least let me tell you the big news...." Claude sat down at the table, the murderer followed," There was a three murder's in one day! And they say it's by the same guy!"

" Really?" The murderer made it look like suprise." I thought this town was safe...and those guy's must have thought it was safe too."

" It was started by one man the police said." Claude then cocked her eyebrow." Know anything more?"

The murderer then smiled," It was me! I'm the murderer!" Claude laughed as the murderer creeped up slowly to her." First, I will nipple the victims ear, making sure they hear nothing!"

Claude laughed," Then her shoulder, then her arm! Then we will keep going down from there!"

The murderer then took off for the door with a smile. The only two safes place's that he can be himself was with Claude...and church.

" Oh, and Thomas?"
The murderer looked behind him.
" You got some mail from your old friends in Detriot."

Coraline Silvers-

Coraline stared as the man ran away from the cops going faster and faster. People around her were trying not to stare, but Coraline couldn't help it. What had Adams done? Coraline pulled her eyes away from the glass and looked at Samantha and Naomi.

"What do you think he did?" She asked, once they were out of sight. Samantha shrugged.

"I don't know," Tera said, "But it must have been bad. He started running away from them." The urge to figure out more filled Coraline, but she pushed back the urge, she was trying not to be nosey.

*Better than nothing.... right?*

Blair-

"I don't know what you are talking about! Look I want a lawyer!" She shouted at the police officer who was questioning her about three different murders. Which she didn't commit. The police officer nodded and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Blair to herself, but for only a second. Her aunt and uncle came in.
"Blair, honey. We have some nice people who are going to take care of you right after they are done questioning you. We're sorry we didn't see it before, but now we understand. You are mentally ill, we should have looked for the signs. it runs in the family, what with your mother an all. If they prove that you committed these murders, then we will please insanity. Untill then you are going to stay at Beratty Hospital for the Mentally Ill."
As soon as her aunt finished three men in white uniforms came in, one holding a straight jacket. They put the jacket on her and carried her out of the room.
"I'm not crazy! I didn't kill those people!" She screamed at her aunt and uncel as they took her out to an ambulance.
Her aunt began to cry, "Sweetie sane people don't run away to have sex with their boyfriends and kill people and leave the only home they have!"
"I didn't do any of that!" when she got in the ambulance one of the men gave her a shot, moments later the world went dark.

Thomas Straighten his tie. He walked to the ambulance. They looked up to see Thomas walk up to them in a fancy suit.
" Yeah, you can't hold this woman in your custody, because she is didn't do the crimes you said she commited."
" How can you prove this Mr...?" One of the intern's said.
" Flemings...Jame's fleming's. Lawyer." He held out his hand. None of the intern's took it." Okay."
" This woman has no motive, no murder weapon at present...and your charging her with all three crimes that had been commited in this town?"
The intern's just shrugged their shoulder and pushed The girl into the ambulance.
" Ah well, I tried to reason with you." Thomas then grabbed one of the interns and threw him into another into the side of the ambulance.
Thomas then took out a pistol at aimed it at the other intern.
" Now, I think as this girls lawyer, I have no choice but to do a grandtheft auto on you all three of you." Thomas then shot a dart into the man's chest and two into the other men.
They were asleep like a baby.
He rushed into the Van and began to drive away.

Thomas took a left turn on the road and stopped ten miles away from the town of harborville.
" This is stop..." Thomas chuckled and took out his pistol...and threw it at the Ambulance ground. He Ripped the Strayjacket off. He then ran off.

Blair-

She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. She had woken up to find some strange crazy man driving the ambulance then stopping and removing the straight jacket. Maybe she was crazy, but she wasn't staying here.

Adams

He found himself in a hospital, a doctor peering down at him inquiringly, "Your up. Exellent. They've caught person who attempted to kill you."

Nodding he looked around to inspect his wounds. His arms were wrapped in wads of bandages and his neck had a cast on it. His legs were hooked up. Gazing at his hands he saw they were scraped so damn raw.

"You were lucky... your spine isn't broken. Sadly one side of your has been hurt badly. I heard the story, of what happened. Sorry about you're bike."

Closing his eyes he nodded off, well they'd contact his Mother now, but they weren't going to find her through him. No way. But fuck, his bike he couldn't remember whether he bought insurance and did 'careening into a tanker' on it. Oh well. Time to sleep.