Blue Angel

Freedom for a Felon

Time. Thoughts. Rage and Anger. It's all you have when you are locked up, away from society, away from friends, family, people you love and people you hate. The world keeps on turning but to you the entire world is standing still. The hate for the outside world begins to consume you and take over any piece of your soul that had any sense of good. There was no more good in Andy Avery. That part of him died with the realization that his brother, Chris, had been murdered. There was no question in his mind who his brother's killer was. He was consumed by the name since the district attorney relayed the news to him in the empty, claustrophobic room inside Stockton State Penitentiary. The face haunted his subconscious, his dreams and his nightmares. Whether awake or asleep the sight of the one person he knew, without the shadow of a doubt killed his brother, invaded his mind. The name might as well been etched into his skin because it would never go away. Not until she rested in the cold, damp earth where his brother now laid. She needed to pay for what she did, the way she took life from the only sibling Andy Avery had, his best friend, she would someday feel the pain he was now feeling. He would make sure Scarlet Delaney and anyone she loved suffered the agony he felt in his heart because of the annihilation of his only brother. If it was the last thing he accomplished in his miserable life, he would make sure that bitch would pay.

Staring up at the concrete ceiling Andy folded his hands over his chest, the rhythmic thump of his heart beated against his palms. The noise around him was just a muffled song, one that he wanted no part in, at least not today. Usually he was the big player in the game, but Andy had been content keeping a low profile since the member of the Sons had been taken down . Part one of his plan was complete. Little did Ms. Delaney realize that her actions would result in such grave consequences but what goes around comes around and Andy Avery was coming for her.

"Let's go Avery." After tossing in the extra large ziplock bag with Andy's belongings, the brawny prison guard unlocked the door to his cell, the hell hole he had called home for the last year. Sliding the iron bars across, Andy sat up in his bunk, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled face, giving it a shove upwards to push his now longer hair from his face. He couldn't wait to get that shit cut although it could be an asset to him when making his venture into Charming to find the bitch that murdered his brother. Finally standing to his feet he rolled up his bedding and tucked it under his arm, grabbed for the bag that held his personal shit and he exited the jail cell, making a mental promise to himself never to see the inside again. Not that he had any plans not to do illegal shit, it just meant never getting caught.

He walked through the rows of square concrete boxes that held men that had done worse shit than him but he knew how the game was played, aligning himself with the right people on the inside, making the right moves at the right time. The name Andy Avery would be remembered in Stockton, he made sure of that. Killing Otto Delaney was sealing that reputation.

"Suit up.." The officer led him to a holding area, allowing him to redress into his own clothes and shed the orange jumpsuit. He's never wanted to be in a pair of Levi's so much in his goddamn life. Shoving his wallet in his ass pocket and his sunglasses over his eyes he was given the final bits of paperwork to sign and he would be free. Scribbling his name on the dotted line he placed the pen down on it, flashing the woman behind the plated glass a charming smile and a wink. Another part of being on the outside, he couldn't wait to use his flattery on a woman again. Scarlet Delaney might be the only woman on his mind but before he dealt with her there might have to be a suck and fuck from someone else. Yeah, being locked up took a toll on that shit, forearm tends to get quite the workout.

With the sound of a buzzer the heavy steel door began to open, Avery squinting even behind the tinted lenses as he took in the first taste of the outside as a free man. Clutching the plastic bag at his side, he was escorted the rest of the way out by two men, both packed to the gills with shit that could put him down if he was to try anything. They had no worries of that, he was saving all that for his friend, Scarlet. And he knew just where to look first.

"Hey asshole!" The voice traveled through the warm California air as Avery stepped through the last door before embracing his freedom. Sean Bales, long time childhood friend to both Andy and Chris, called out from the open window of the midnight blue Ford F150. Rushing up to the door, Andy hopped in the passenger's side, tossing the bag he was holding in the back.

"Jesus, it's nice to see you on this side, man." Sean looked over his old friend, a smile curling upwards as he peeled away from the prison. Andy grinned back, his hand out the window flipping Stockton Penitintary the middle finger in a goodbye salute.

"Yeah, you and me both. Thanks for the lift. I owe ya." Taking a quick glance around the front cab, he searched desperately for a pack of smokes he hoped Sean had been smart enough to bring.

"Glove box." Sean nodded towards it, Andy letting out a sigh of relief as he pulled the unopened pack out, quickly unwrapping it from the plastic. It was nice to take in a nice, deep breath on the outside but would be even better with nicotine consuming his lungs. "So, I got a place over on the west side of Charming. I'm guessing ya wanna crash for a while till ya get back on ya feet?"

The mention of Charming pricked at Andy's ears, causing a slow, devious grin to consume his features. How convenient that the only person he considered staying with now resided in the quaint little town where he expected to find Scarlet Delaney. After seeing her enter the DA's office only a few weeks back escorted by a man in leather sporting the reaper and the SOA rocker, he was almost positive where is first stop needed to be.

"Yeah man, that would be great." Andy drew back a drag from his cigarette, the swirl of smoke leaving his nostrils and billowing out the open truck window. His mind was rolling with ideas to take out the woman who murdered his brother, there were so many options. And he would consider each one before making a final decision on how she should die. But first, booze, weed and a little pussy was calling his name. Andy Avery was back and he was ready to play.