Sarah watched him leave. Her eyes never left him until he went over the hill, and out of sight. The rain was coming down harder now, but the lightening skies promised clear weather for the next day.
After he was gone, she rushed in to her kitchen, drenched in grey light, and ran to her side door. She ran out into her garage of "memories", as she liked to call it, and got out her bike, a large bike, with blue frames, and purple handles and seat. She remembered she was very proud when she got this bike, but now she barely rode it.
Guiding the bike by its handles, she led it to her back yard, and put the kickstand up, and let it rest there, in the rain. She could barely hold down her excitement, she couldnt wait for the next day, she had always wanted something to happen to her, and finally, something was. When she got inside, she put on dry clothes, and set her alarm for 5 am. But she didn't fall asleep until one. Tired and and still a little damp from the rain, sarah got dressed into new clothes, and went out into her backyard, only ti find that the rain hadn't let up. Reluctantly, she went out, got her bike, and began pedaling into the field towards her almost murderer's home. She has a hard time getting around the coarse, dead grass, but it was manageable. She was almost out of breath, when she came along a small wooden home, with battered walls, and a roof slightly sloped in the middle. Leading against the home was the young man, slick with rain, and showed signs he didn't sleep well either. His face lit up when he saw her approach.
'You came.' He said, surprised.
' I couldn't stay away, I'd take any chance to get out of this town.' She said, realizing she was leaving her mother and brother.
' so you're coming?' He asked.
'Of course, I didn't show up here in the pouring rain, to tell you i didnt want to come.' Sarah, explained, in a sarcastic tone.
' alright, we are going to the warehouse, I want to know what that thing is.' Noble proclaimed.
' then let's go, before i change my mind.' Sarah said, hopping onto her bike. She saw Noble go around the side of his house, and came back with a bike, so beat up, it looked like he had had it his whole life.
' are you ready?' Sarah asked, urging him to hurry up. He got on his bike, and began pedaling. It took her by surprise, how fast he could pedal, without a head start. She followed him, close behind, as the rain came down. Down. Down.
Once they came at least 10 feet from the building, Noble told her to leave her bike here, in case they had to escape quickly. She did as he said, and followed him closely to the warehouse entrance.
The rusty metal, and lack of light made her skin crawl with fear, and curiosity. He went in first, feeling around in the dim light, it was nearly pitch dark in there, and the morning sun wasn't changing it. Once they were both completely in the building, the sound of rain was all around them, coming from not just one direction, but from everywhere. Echoing from every wall.
Sarah, busy exploring, didn't notice the big metal heap on the floor. Her foot rubbed against it, and one of its spikes cut her ankle. Out of surprise, she screamed. Immediately, her hand went to her mouth, as she looked around for Nobel. She saw him, at that minute, he had been sifting through a pile of magazines, but had froze, and looked up, when he heard her scream.
'What did you do that for?' Noble asked.
'that, thing, cut my ankle.' Sarah explained.
'What do you want, me to carry you?' Noble asked, in a sarcastic tone. Sarah scoffed. Turning back to the mechanical being, on the floor, a thought crossed her mind. STANFORD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY. Confused by the thought, she carefully backed up from the heap of metal, and began walking towards a damp, droopy, cork-board with several newspapers clippings.
Fire at Stanford correctional facility, Chef of police says the fire started in the sub-basement, the lowest level. Many people say the fire was started by inmates, but investigator Thomas Richman says- the newspaper was cut off there. Even more confused, she sensed Noble's eye on her. Looking over, she saw he was, with confusion. She motioned for him to come over, and look at the cork-board.
