The Guardians of Kernsville

By Nightwing27th All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Six Months Later…

“Knock, knock.” Drake walked into Rebbeca’s House.

“How was school?” she asked, turning off the TV.

“Good. Here’s your homework.” He put a stack of papers on the table. “You plan on coming back to school anytime soon?”

“People aren’t buying the whole ‘at home sick’ thing, are they?”

“No, they aren’t. You didn’t answer me.”

“I’ll try and go next week, but I’m still too busy.” She sat down at the table. “Did you know, it took me three months just to get a list of who all was working that day?”

“Wow, that’s a long time.”

“I know. Who’d think it would take six months just to find the idiot that put Abigail Lancaster in a coma?”

“You found him?”

“No.” She sighed and sifted through a stack of papers.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Guarding Abigail. Last night someone tried to burn down the hospital in Riverstone.”

“What?!” Drake gasped. “Did you catch him?”

“Yeah, his name is Jonathan Brown. And, right now, he’s looking at a lot of time in prison.”

“Oh, I forgot.” Drake pulled a newspaper out of his bag. “You know who, got second page.”

“But she didn’t do anything.”

“Just look.” He handed her the newspaper. Rebbeca turned to page two and read the headline: Charges Against Dark Vengeance Have Been Dropped.

“Awesome!” she said. “Dark Vengeance has been fighting Mark Lancaster on that for the past six months.”

“What does he think you-I mean, Dark Vengeance- did?”

“He thinks she’s the reason his daughter’s in a coma. Because ‘I wasn’t there when she needed me’. I’m glad he lost. Besides, I’d have to un-mask if they had decided to take this any farther.” She tossed the news paper on the table.

Two Months Later…

“Hey, did you hear the news?” Drake ran into Rebbeca’s house.

“I know. After eight months, she finally wakes up.” She grabbed her coat. “Dad’s taking me down to the hospital. He thinks it’d be better if I talked to her about what happened.”

“Okay, have fun. I better go. My dad wants me home in like five minutes and it’s at least a twenty minute walk.”

“Wait, you can add?” Rebbeca joked. She smiled. “Go, and a tip for next time…don’t get grounded.”

Drake smiled, rolling his eyes, and left. Rebbeca grabbed her police badge, walked outside, and got in the car with her father.

At the hospital, Rebbeca and Frank walked up to Mark and Sam Lancaster who were waiting outside Abigail’s room.

“Mr. Lancaster, what have they told you?” Frank asked.

“Please, call me Mark,” he said. “They said she’s awake and that’s all.”

“Okay, good. Mark, I need you and your son to wait out here, while Rebbeca and I talk to your daughter.”

“Why can’t I see her?”

“Mr….Mark, we need to make sure your daughter tells us everything.”

“Sometimes when a child is with a parent, he won’t say everything, for fear of what the parent might say or think of him,” Rebbeca told Mark. “I know from experience.”

Frank looked at Rebbeca. She could feel him looking at her, so she looked at him, smiled, and looked away.

“Just wait here.”

They turned and walked into the room.

“Good morning, I’m Officer Rebbeca Stone, and this is Sheriff Frank Stone. We’d like to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” Abigail said, sitting up. Rebbeca sat in the chair next to the bed.

“I need you to tell me the last thing you remember.”

“All I remember is going to school on Tuesday.”

“That’s all?” Rebbeca sounded shocked. “So, you have no idea how you ended up here?”

“No, why? What happened?” She looked between Rebbeca and Frank.

“For some reason, you were at the mine just outside of town where your father was working.”

“You mean is,” she said, looking more panicked.

Rebbeca sighed, looked at her dad, and continued. “On Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from an officer, who proceeded to tell me that the mine crashed and someone was inside.”

She paused and took a breath. “You were in the mine when it crashed, Abigail. It took officers and firefighters from KV and Riverstone, four hours to dig you out. They were about to give up…then one of your father’s workers saw your arm and pulled you out.”

Abigail started to tear up. “How long?” she asked. “How long was I out?”

“Eight months,” Rebbeca replied. She looked at Frank, who motioned her over. She got up and talked to Frank, then walked back over to Abigail.

Abigail watched Frank leave. “How did it happen?”

“We still don’t know. The officer on the case hasn’t found anything, yet.”

“Some officer,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, I know.”

“What happened to the man who found me?”

“He went back to his house in Riverstone with his fiancé. Two months ago, he was found dead a mile from his house.”

“Because of me?”

“I don’t know,” Rebbeca replied. “We’re doing everything we can to solve both incidents. We’ve been stretched to our max, and no one is willing to cooperate with the police.”

Rebbeca stood and walked to the end of the bed. “You will be notified as soon as we find anything. Good day, Ms. Lancaster.” She left the room and sent Mark and Sam in. Then she walked up to Frank. “She doesn’t know anything.”

“I know. She took quite the hit. She’s lucky she can still talk.”

“Rebbeca!” Sam yelled. “Wait up!”

“I’ll be a minute.”

Frank nodded and then headed down the hall way. Rebbeca turned and saw Sam walking toward her. “What do you want, Lancaster?”

“I wanted to apologize for the way I acted eight months ago, and to thank you for trying to find the jerk that almost killed my sister.”

“Wow.” She shook her head. “I mean…I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you. Now, go. Abigail’s waiting. She needs you now more than ever.” Rebbeca turned around and started walking down the hall.

Two Years Later…

“Thanks for the ride, Sam,” Abigail hollered at him as he drove away. She turned around and saw a big sign that read: Welcome to Kernsville High School.

Abigail is rich, pretty, and fresh out of a relationship with a boy named Sky Rivers, who just happens to be going to the same school. Now, everywhere she looks, she sees someone she doesn’t know.

She was walking through the halls when she saw someone she did know. “Hey, Rebbeca.”

“Good morning, Ms. Lancaster,” Rebbeca replied, as she put stuff in her locker.

“You can call me Abigail. So, how have you been? I bet you’ve been pretty busy with police work, right?”

“No, not really. After the case I was working on was closed, I stopped being an officer. But they said I could re-join whenever I wanted.”

“What case?”

“The mine crash.”

“Did you find out what happened?”

“If I would have, you would have read about it by now.”

“So, I guess that means no…?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. It’s been one of those days.” She shut her locker.

“Oh, it has?” Drake asked, as he walked up behind Rebbeca. “Nice of you to tell me. I would’ve showered this morning.”

“Drake, this is Abigail Lancaster. And the knuckle head to my right, is Drake Mathews.”

“How long have you guys known each other?” Abigail asked.

“Since time began,” Drake replied. The school bell rang, echoing off lockers.

“Sorry, Abigail, got to go. See you at lunch?” Rebbeca turned and ran down the hall with Drake. Abigail doesn’t know anyone here, but a part of her feels better knowing that Rebbeca is.

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