Sirens of police cars outside of Abigail's apartment complex wail outside. In this city, Abigail is quite used to it. Abigail walks to her bedroom door when she hears the pounding knock at the front door. She takes a quick glance at the mirror before she exits her room. She has chocolate-brown long wavy hair that drapes down to the middle of her back, her bangs parted to the right. She has jade green eyes. Tanned skin, which is from all the years of playing outside when she was not in this run-down of a city, and she is average weight. She wears a lilac long-sleeved shirt and dark blue night pants.
"Dad, what's going on?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes from the heaviness of sleep. She entered the family room to see her dad sitting on the couch and switching off the TV.
"I don't know." Her dad says casually.
Her dad has hazel green eye's and blonde hair short boy cut hair. He has fair skin and is a skinny, he wore usually tie's and dress shirts and pants. He is a business man that makes deal's and cancel deals. Then three loud bangs came from behind the front door. "Abs, go to your room, it is late!" Dad ordered Abigail.
"But I want to know what's happening!" Abigail argued with a tired grumble. Her dad rolled her eyes and pointed to the hallway, which she presumes he means to go to her room.
"Abigail, go to your room." He said again. But with more force. Abigail rolls her eyes and begins to head down the hall.
As she heads down the hall, she hear her father open the door, quietly she hides in the darkest part of the hallway listening into the conversation. She is very curious to know what is happening. Her dad greets the man, which a police officer walks into the door after my father gives him his name. The police officer looks highly concerned as he walks further into the living room with her dad. Abigail etched her way slowly down the hall and kept an ear to the conversation.
"I've got terrible news and you might want to sit down for, Mr. Johnson." She hears the unfamiliar voice say. That she can only assume is the police officer's voice.
"Alright, you need anything to drink?" Her dad says, as he always offer to guests when they visit.
"No I am fine, thank you." The police officer says. She then hears the creaking of the old couch that came with the place. One jump on the couch, it can probably split into two.
Silence fills the air for only a few seconds, but the clearing of a throat is the thing that keeps the silence away. "Mr. Johnson." The Police officer started. "The news I have regards to your wife. Emma." Abigail tenses up and etched even closer to the family room.
"She was found, in an ally."
She hears the couch creak again, which is the sound of someone getting off the couch. "Is she alright?" Her dad's panicked voice asked.
The sigh from the police officer rises up and then what he says next makes Abigail's chest tightens, as her eyes widen with shock.
"She was found dead in an ally, two hours ago." Abigail stood up and walked to the edge of the hallway, hoping what she heard was not true. She heard the small sounds of crying. Abigail felt tears burn her eyes. "I'm sorry." Is all the police officer can say for comfort.
The creaking of the couch indicates the her dad has sat down. Abigail made herself noticed as she walked out to the family room. The police officer looked at me quickly and looked surprised but the look of heartbreak replace his expression.
"What happened to my mom?" Abigail asked as she felt the tears burning more at her eyes and her chest tightening more.
The police officer looked at loss for word, his mouth hung open. "I did not know you had a child." He said sympathetically. Not taking his eyes off Abigail. "What is your name?" He asked, trying to give her a sense of comfort. Her dad mumbled Abigail's name to the police officer.
"What happened to my mom?" She repeated eagerly. Her voice became groggy quickly. Tears began to leave her eyes and her dad looked at her. His face drenched with tears.
Abigail shook her head and backed up a few steps. Not able to believe what is happening. "Abigail-" Before the police officer could finish, she ran down the hall and bolted to her room. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.
No one came in after her, they left her alone in her room. She sobbed loudly into her arms, drenching her sleeves in tear and sometimes wiping her nose on her sleeve. She felt her whole entire being breaking into bits and pieces with each sob. Her mother, one of the most kind women. A dedicated woman to her job. Who would kill her and why? After a while she calmed down, that's when someone knocked at her door.
"Go away!" She shouted after lifting her face from her pillow. She thought it was the police officer, trying to tell her the details.
The jiggling of the doorknob comes next and then her father's voice. "Abigail, please." Abigail sighed and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened her father swung his arms around her and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and began to cry once again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Weeks go by and no sign of finding her mother's killer. Dr. Jonathan Crane is on the case. He works at the Asylum in Arkham City. The city that Abigail is never allowed to go to. Dr. Crane pitied poor little Abigail and offered psychology to the young girl. He helped her tremendously in till she found her own psychologist two weeks later. She got Dr. Tracey. A young woman who is very kind and tried her best to help. Abigail went through psychology for nine months with Dr. Tracey. And Abigail finally convinced Dr. Tracey that she is in no need for a psychologist any longer.
Her father though, he had broken down. He canceled his psychology appointments and he broke down after that. He began to started drinking, first two beers a day, then it became worse over the next three years. Abigail was slowly losing her father every month that passes by.
Three years later, Abigail is lucky to have a home still. She has worked so hard to keep this home. Taking three babysitting jobs in a week, sometimes babysitting all the kids all at once. Her dad has not done one thing to help and the stress is overwhelming her. She can't take it anymore. Her dad either stops drinking or she'll just give up. She one day go sick and tired of arguing with her father and when he passed out on the table. It was the last straw. She threw out every single bottle of beer, full or empty. It must go.
Her dad woke up raging on her, she just had enough time to run out of the house and go do her babysitting before he reached her. She almost considered to never go back home. Just to live on the streets. It is safer that way. But she goes back home anyway. When she had entered the house, she hears crying. It came from her dad's room. Cautiously, she entered the room to see her father crying beside his bed. She frowned and still having one ounce of pity for her father. She sat beside him. Listening to him cry.
After his long cry he finally realized she was sitting next to him. "Abigail, get away from me! I can hurt you." He muttered and pushed himself away.
Abigail frowned and gave her father a concerned look. "Dad, you won't hurt me." She said, still keeping her distance. He smells horrible and still reeks the smell of beer.
"Abs, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing." He said. Looking as though he is about to cry once again. "I was so stupid to leave you like this. I made you fend for us... For yourself."
Abigail only listened and did not disagree with what he was telling her. She agrees. He was being stupid and made her fend for both of them. "I know..." Is all she can say. She doesn't know what else to say or what she should say. It has been hard for her. She does not even know whether to trust him or not. "If you are really sorry, you'll dump the liquor." She stated. Before he can say something else she speaks again. "You need to clean yourself up. And get a job." She finished with a sigh. "Then, just maybe. I'll believe you."
She gets up and walks out of the room for her father to think about many things. She has just given him the last ounce of pity she had left. And that was all the sympathy she was going to give to him. She's had enough of the stuff she had to go through. "I'm giving him two days and if he doesn't make a decision... I'm leaving." She told herself as she entered the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two months went by. He had agreed to the terms that night and promised from there to never drink another drop of liquor. She hardly believed it in till his second week of not even touching a single drink of liquor. After that she had hope and now, tonight. He has a day off from work. They both are trying to build up their father-daughter relationship. But Abigail still has that small distrust with him, she fears he'll go back to drinking again.
They finally left the apartment and went out for their evening stroll that he promised the previous night. Abigail can't build up a conversation and neither can he. After about thirty minutes, Abigail noticed something wrong with her dad. He's kind of acting... drunk. Trying to brush the thought away, they kept walking. They got something to eat and when he kissed her forehead, she smelt it. The smell of beer in his breath.
She didn't want to confront him about in till they left the diner. As they were walking and the night was starting to settles in. She snapped. "You promised." She said with a smaller voice then she has wanted.
"Promised what?" Her dad asked curiously.
"You promised you wouldn't drink anymore!" She said louder. He looked at her, speechless. "You promised me!" She bit her lower lip holding in her tears.
"Abigail pl-" He stuttered.
"No!" She shouted. "That's it, I'm done trusting you!" She began to walk faster than her father and he tried to catch up to her.
"Abigail, let me explain..." He said as he caught up to her.
Her body boiling with anger she turn to him. "No, don't even bother trying. I'm sick of this! You are a pathetic... pig!" She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
A man passed her and bumped her dad. She ignored it and kept walking. Just then she hears something like a click, she turned around and see the man pointing a gun at her dad's chest. She began to have short panicked breaths and without stopping herself she said. "Stop!" The man then pointed the gun at her.
She took a step back, slightly raising both hands. "Shut up!" He yelled.
Her dad glanced at her and mouth "Run." He turned around and tried to fight the guy for the gun. She clasps both her hands over her mouth. Surprised her father would do something like that. The gun went off on the nearby wall and she flinched and backed away. The mugger had the upper hand of the fight for the gun, he pointed the gun at my father. And the sound of a gunshot echoes the street.
Abigail screams in horror and covers her mouth, tears threatening to burst out. The mugger grabbed her dads wallet and other things out of his pocket before he left. Panicked, Abigail ran to her father's side. He is bleeding from his chest.
"No, no, no please!" She says crying as she held his hand. "Please don't leave me!" She says with a quivering lip.
"I-I won't Abs..." He says breathlessly. He looks dazed and Abigail doesn't know what to do. Her whole entire body shakes.
"Hey, ma'am, do you need help?" A man yelled from across the street.
"Call a medic!" Abigail shouted to the man. The man nods and runs back into the building.
"Abs, it's-it's t-to late." Her dad stuttered. His complexion is so pale, he could be a ghost.
"No, no, it's not late." She said with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand. "Just hold on they're coming, you'll be okay, I-I promise." Her dad's eyes flutter and he lets out a couple of coughs. "Please, please, stay with me! I don't want you to go. I love you and I need you here with me!" Abigail pleaded with her father.
"I love you too." He says, sounding as though he's losing his breath. "T-Take good care of yourself. Okay?"
"Daddy, please!" Abigail's shout echoed through the street.
"Be a good girl, okay?" He says and rubs the side of her face. He closed his eyes and his head fell to the side.
"Dad?" Abigail she called out in almost a whisper. Her crying stopped and her jade green eyes are wide. "Daddy?" She squeaked. A tear rolls down her cheek. "Daddy, please?" She touches the side of his face. "No... no please!" She screamed. "No, daddy! Come back to me, please!" She cries out. "Daddy!" She screams with a sob.
"Ma'am." A man's voice comes from behind her. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but... he's gone sweetie." Abigail pushes herself away from her father and she has blood on her shirt, her hands and her knees. She screams and covers her ears. Her whole body shaking with her.
She sobbed so loud and her knees pressed onto her chest. The man tried to comfort her but all she would do is tell him to go away. The police and medics arrive to see Abigail still sobbing and covering her ears. The same police officer that she met from her mothers murder, climbs out of the car. He notices the girl right away and frowns. He sat next to her and she looked up.
"First my mom..." She said with a shaky tone. "Now... now my dad. Why?" She cried into her arms and the police officer put his hand on her shoulder sympathetically.
She looked up and she looked down on his chest. 'Gordon' stitched on his shirt. "I don't know..." He sighed with a frown. "It's just this city. That's what it does."
"I'm alone now..." She cried once again.
"You're not alone, Abigail." Gordon said, trying to brighten up the situation. "You've got the GCPD and you've got people behind
you."
"Gotham's people?" She asked with an angry tone. "Who need them?" She grumbled. For some reason she is angered, which makes her stop crying. "They won't care for me in a week. So what does it matter?" She said.
Gordon sighed. "You need to go to GCPD." He said. "For witness protection." Abigail grumbled angrily and looked away.
After a while the Commissioner, Gillian Loeb decided to drive her to the GCPD. He tried to calm her, but she wouldn't talk. She's done talking. Done answering questions. All she wants is for her fathers killer to be found.
The next day wasn't any easier for Abigail. She had to describe the killers appearance, which her stomach turns when she thinks about it. The sketcher introduced himself as, Franklin Sherman. He sat down in front of Abigail, giving her a sympathetic look. Franklin has black hair that practically gray, he has glasses on, and his hair is very untidy, it looked like he just got out of bed and never brushed his hair. He is starting to wrinkle a little bit, his eye's were small but his eye color just made his eyes look a lot bigger. It was a hazel brown that was almost yellow, his skin color is very pale, and he was really skinny. He wore a brown waistcoat with a white dress shirt under it, he has black dress pant and shoes.
Abigail gave told him her name and said nothing more in till he spoke. She spotted a camera on the top corner behind Franklin and pointed it out. He told her that it was supposed to be recorded. He asked her to explain the appearance of the man. She sighs and tries to remember.
"Well..." She said in deep thought with her eyes closed. "He has a very big round face, a high bridged nose, big dark brown eyes, his eye brows kinda.... well.... it was very low, thick too, just before the eyebrow ended it arched up just a tad..." She stops for a moment as she's trained in thought.
"Continue." Franklin says keeping his eye's on the sketch.
"Okay." She says with a sigh. "He has full lips, and his hair is shaved almost bald, high cheek bones, and you can see his pores."
"Okay just give me a few minute's and I'll have the face done!" Franklin informs Abigail, not taking his eye's off the paper. Abigail tried as much as possible to be patient. After a long wait and the continuous sound of her foot tapping Franklin spoke. "Now what was he wearing?"
"It was dark." She said with an exhausted tone. "I couldn't see what he was wearing. All I remember is that he was very muscular, he has to be easily two hundred and thirty pounds. Maybe.... six-foot three."
"I could imagine." Franklin says nodding while sketching. "Did you notice any tattoo's or anything?" She gave him an 'Are you serious look?' and he said with a large gulp. "Okay did not notice any tattoos."
"Any ear piercings or anything?" He asked after a few minutes.
"No." She mumbled impatiently. He wrote down a few notes next to the sketch.
"Okay is this who you saw?" He asked showing Abigail the sketch of the man's face, with note on the side on what he looked like.
She took the photo and scanned it up and down. Looking at it in with anger once again boiling inside her.
"Y-yes, this is him..." She said staring at the picture with anger in her eyes.
Franklin nodded and asked in a worried tone. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She said biting her lip. "Please take this picture, I don't want to see it anymore." She quickly shoved the sketch away on the table and stood up.
"Thank you for your time." Franklin says with a nod. Abigail didn't respond and headed for the door.
A Police officer, a young woman escorts Abigail back to her room. Abigail doesn't say a word to the police officer. She doesn't want to talk anymore. At least for the time being. As she entered the room the police officer reminded her that if she needed anything, just ask. But Abigail snaps at her that she doesn't care and the police officer leaves the room without another word.
~Part 1 - Tragedies~
Sirens of police cars outside of Abigail's apartment complex wail outside. In this city, Abigail is quite used to it. Abigail walks to her bedroom door when she hears the pounding knock at the front door. She takes a quick glance at the mirror before she exits her room. She has chocolate-brown long wavy hair that drapes down to the middle of her back, her bangs parted to the right. She has jade green eyes. Tanned skin, which is from all the years of playing outside when she was not in this run-down of a city, and she is average weight. She wears a lilac long-sleeved shirt and dark blue night pants.
"Dad, what's going on?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes from the heaviness of sleep. She entered the family room to see her dad sitting on the couch and switching off the TV.
"I don't know." Her dad says casually.
Her dad has hazel green eye's and blonde hair short boy cut hair. He has fair skin and is a skinny, he wore usually tie's and dress shirts and pants. He is a business man that makes deal's and cancel deals. Then three loud bangs came from behind the front door. "Abs, go to your room, it is late!" Dad ordered Abigail.
"But I want to know what's happening!" Abigail argued with a tired grumble. Her dad rolled her eyes and pointed to the hallway, which she presumes he means to go to her room.
"Abigail, go to your room." He said again. But with more force. Abigail rolls her eyes and begins to head down the hall.
As she heads down the hall, she hear her father open the door, quietly she hides in the darkest part of the hallway listening into the conversation. She is very curious to know what is happening. Her dad greets the man, which a police officer walks into the door after my father gives him his name. The police officer looks highly concerned as he walks further into the living room with her dad. Abigail etched her way slowly down the hall and kept an ear to the conversation.
"I've got terrible news and you might want to sit down for, Mr. Johnson." She hears the unfamiliar voice say. That she can only assume is the police officer's voice.
"Alright, you need anything to drink?" Her dad says, as he always offer to guests when they visit.
"No I am fine, thank you." The police officer says. She then hears the creaking of the old couch that came with the place. One jump on the couch, it can probably split into two.
Silence fills the air for only a few seconds, but the clearing of a throat is the thing that keeps the silence away. "Mr. Johnson." The Police officer started. "The news I have regards to your wife. Emma." Abigail tenses up and etched even closer to the family room.
"She was found, in an ally."
She hears the couch creak again, which is the sound of someone getting off the couch. "Is she alright?" Her dad's panicked voice asked.
The sigh from the police officer rises up and then what he says next makes Abigail's chest tightens, as her eyes widen with shock.
"She was found dead in an ally, two hours ago." Abigail stood up and walked to the edge of the hallway, hoping what she heard was not true. She heard the small sounds of crying. Abigail felt tears burn her eyes. "I'm sorry." Is all the police officer can say for comfort.
The creaking of the couch indicates the her dad has sat down. Abigail made herself noticed as she walked out to the family room. The police officer looked at me quickly and looked surprised but the look of heartbreak replace his expression.
"What happened to my mom?" Abigail asked as she felt the tears burning more at her eyes and her chest tightening more.
The police officer looked at loss for word, his mouth hung open. "I did not know you had a child." He said sympathetically. Not taking his eyes off Abigail. "What is your name?" He asked, trying to give her a sense of comfort. Her dad mumbled Abigail's name to the police officer.
"What happened to my mom?" She repeated eagerly. Her voice became groggy quickly. Tears began to leave her eyes and her dad looked at her. His face drenched with tears.
Abigail shook her head and backed up a few steps. Not able to believe what is happening. "Abigail-" Before the police officer could finish, she ran down the hall and bolted to her room. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.
No one came in after her, they left her alone in her room. She sobbed loudly into her arms, drenching her sleeves in tear and sometimes wiping her nose on her sleeve. She felt her whole entire being breaking into bits and pieces with each sob. Her mother, one of the most kind women. A dedicated woman to her job. Who would kill her and why? After a while she calmed down, that's when someone knocked at her door.
"Go away!" She shouted after lifting her face from her pillow. She thought it was the police officer, trying to tell her the details.
The jiggling of the doorknob comes next and then her father's voice. "Abigail, please." Abigail sighed and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened her father swung his arms around her and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and began to cry once again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Weeks go by and no sign of finding her mother's killer. Dr. Jonathan Crane is on the case. He works at the Asylum in Arkham City. The city that Abigail is never allowed to go to. Dr. Crane pitied poor little Abigail and offered psychology to the young girl. He helped her tremendously in till she found her own psychologist two weeks later. She got Dr. Tracey. A young woman who is very kind and tried her best to help. Abigail went through psychology for nine months with Dr. Tracey. And Abigail finally convinced Dr. Tracey that she is in no need for a psychologist any longer.
Her father though, he had broken down. He canceled his psychology appointments and he broke down after that. He began to started drinking, first two beers a day, then it became worse over the next three years. Abigail was slowly losing her father every month that passes by.
Three years later, Abigail is lucky to have a home still. She has worked so hard to keep this home. Taking three babysitting jobs in a week, sometimes babysitting all the kids all at once. Her dad has not done one thing to help and the stress is overwhelming her. She can't take it anymore. Her dad either stops drinking or she'll just give up. She one day go sick and tired of arguing with her father and when he passed out on the table. It was the last straw. She threw out every single bottle of beer, full or empty. It must go.
Her dad woke up raging on her, she just had enough time to run out of the house and go do her babysitting before he reached her. She almost considered to never go back home. Just to live on the streets. It is safer that way. But she goes back home anyway. When she had entered the house, she hears crying. It came from her dad's room. Cautiously, she entered the room to see her father crying beside his bed. She frowned and still having one ounce of pity for her father. She sat beside him. Listening to him cry.
After his long cry he finally realized she was sitting next to him. "Abigail, get away from me! I can hurt you." He muttered and pushed himself away.
Abigail frowned and gave her father a concerned look. "Dad, you won't hurt me." She said, still keeping her distance. He smells horrible and still reeks the smell of beer.
"Abs, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing." He said. Looking as though he is about to cry once again. "I was so stupid to leave you like this. I made you fend for us... For yourself."
Abigail only listened and did not disagree with what he was telling her. She agrees. He was being stupid and made her fend for both of them. "I know..." Is all she can say. She doesn't know what else to say or what she should say. It has been hard for her. She does not even know whether to trust him or not. "If you are really sorry, you'll dump the liquor." She stated. Before he can say something else she speaks again. "You need to clean yourself up. And get a job." She finished with a sigh. "Then, just maybe. I'll believe you."
She gets up and walks out of the room for her father to think about many things. She has just given him the last ounce of pity she had left. And that was all the sympathy she was going to give to him. She's had enough of the stuff she had to go through. "I'm giving him two days and if he doesn't make a decision... I'm leaving." She told herself as she entered the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two months went by. He had agreed to the terms that night and promised from there to never drink another drop of liquor. She hardly believed it in till his second week of not even touching a single drink of liquor. After that she had hope and now, tonight. He has a day off from work. They both are trying to build up their father-daughter relationship. But Abigail still has that small distrust with him, she fears he'll go back to drinking again.
They finally left the apartment and went out for their evening stroll that he promised the previous night. Abigail can't build up a conversation and neither can he. After about thirty minutes, Abigail noticed something wrong with her dad. He's kind of acting... drunk. Trying to brush the thought away, they kept walking. They got something to eat and when he kissed her forehead, she smelt it. The smell of beer in his breath.
She didn't want to confront him about in till they left the diner. As they were walking and the night was starting to settles in. She snapped. "You promised." She said with a smaller voice then she has wanted.
"Promised what?" Her dad asked curiously.
"You promised you wouldn't drink anymore!" She said louder. He looked at her, speechless. "You promised me!" She bit her lower lip holding in her tears.
"Abigail pl-" He stuttered.
"No!" She shouted. "That's it, I'm done trusting you!" She began to walk faster than her father and he tried to catch up to her.
"Abigail, let me explain..." He said as he caught up to her.
Her body boiling with anger she turn to him. "No, don't even bother trying. I'm sick of this! You are a pathetic... pig!" She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
A man passed her and bumped her dad. She ignored it and kept walking. Just then she hears something like a click, she turned around and see the man pointing a gun at her dad's chest. She began to have short panicked breaths and without stopping herself she said. "Stop!" The man then pointed the gun at her.
She took a step back, slightly raising both hands. "Shut up!" He yelled.
Her dad glanced at her and mouth "Run." He turned around and tried to fight the guy for the gun. She clasps both her hands over her mouth. Surprised her father would do something like that. The gun went off on the nearby wall and she flinched and backed away. The mugger had the upper hand of the fight for the gun, he pointed the gun at my father. And the sound of a gunshot echoes the street.
Abigail screams in horror and covers her mouth, tears threatening to burst out. The mugger grabbed her dads wallet and other things out of his pocket before he left. Panicked, Abigail ran to her father's side. He is bleeding from his chest.
"No, no, no please!" She says crying as she held his hand. "Please don't leave me!" She says with a quivering lip.
"I-I won't Abs..." He says breathlessly. He looks dazed and Abigail doesn't know what to do. Her whole entire body shakes.
"Hey, ma'am, do you need help?" A man yelled from across the street.
"Call a medic!" Abigail shouted to the man. The man nods and runs back into the building.
"Abs, it's-it's t-to late." Her dad stuttered. His complexion is so pale, he could be a ghost.
"No, no, it's not late." She said with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand. "Just hold on they're coming, you'll be okay, I-I promise." Her dad's eyes flutter and he lets out a couple of coughs. "Please, please, stay with me! I don't want you to go. I love you and I need you here with me!" Abigail pleaded with her father.
"I love you too." He says, sounding as though he's losing his breath. "T-Take good care of yourself. Okay?"
"Daddy, please!" Abigail's shout echoed through the street.
"Be a good girl, okay?" He says and rubs the side of her face. He closed his eyes and his head fell to the side.
"Dad?" Abigail she called out in almost a whisper. Her crying stopped and her jade green eyes are wide. "Daddy?" She squeaked. A tear rolls down her cheek. "Daddy, please?" She touches the side of his face. "No... no please!" She screamed. "No, daddy! Come back to me, please!" She cries out. "Daddy!" She screams with a sob.
"Ma'am." A man's voice comes from behind her. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but... he's gone sweetie." Abigail pushes herself away from her father and she has blood on her shirt, her hands and her knees. She screams and covers her ears. Her whole body shaking with her.
She sobbed so loud and her knees pressed onto her chest. The man tried to comfort her but all she would do is tell him to go away. The police and medics arrive to see Abigail still sobbing and covering her ears. The same police officer that she met from her mothers murder, climbs out of the car. He notices the girl right away and frowns. He sat next to her and she looked up.
"First my mom..." She said with a shaky tone. "Now... now my dad. Why?" She cried into her arms and the police officer put his hand on her shoulder sympathetically.
She looked up and she looked down on his chest. 'Gordon' stitched on his shirt. "I don't know..." He sighed with a frown. "It's just this city. That's what it does."
"I'm alone now..." She cried once again.
"You're not alone, Abigail." Gordon said, trying to brighten up the situation. "You've got the GCPD and you've got people behind
you."
"Gotham's people?" She asked with an angry tone. "Who need them?" She grumbled. For some reason she is angered, which makes her stop crying. "They won't care for me in a week. So what does it matter?" She said.
Gordon sighed. "You need to go to GCPD." He said. "For witness protection." Abigail grumbled angrily and looked away.
After a while the Commissioner, Gillian Loeb decided to drive her to the GCPD. He tried to calm her, but she wouldn't talk. She's done talking. Done answering questions. All she wants is for her fathers killer to be found.
The next day wasn't any easier for Abigail. She had to describe the killers appearance, which her stomach turns when she thinks about it. The sketcher introduced himself as, Franklin Sherman. He sat down in front of Abigail, giving her a sympathetic look. Franklin has black hair that practically gray, he has glasses on, and his hair is very untidy, it looked like he just got out of bed and never brushed his hair. He is starting to wrinkle a little bit, his eye's were small but his eye color just made his eyes look a lot bigger. It was a hazel brown that was almost yellow, his skin color is very pale, and he was really skinny. He wore a brown waistcoat with a white dress shirt under it, he has black dress pant and shoes.
Abigail gave told him her name and said nothing more in till he spoke. She spotted a camera on the top corner behind Franklin and pointed it out. He told her that it was supposed to be recorded. He asked her to explain the appearance of the man. She sighs and tries to remember.
"Well..." She said in deep thought with her eyes closed. "He has a very big round face, a high bridged nose, big dark brown eyes, his eye brows kinda.... well.... it was very low, thick too, just before the eyebrow ended it arched up just a tad..." She stops for a moment as she's trained in thought.
"Continue." Franklin says keeping his eye's on the sketch.
"Okay." She says with a sigh. "He has full lips, and his hair is shaved almost bald, high cheek bones, and you can see his pores."
"Okay just give me a few minute's and I'll have the face done!" Franklin informs Abigail, not taking his eye's off the paper. Abigail tried as much as possible to be patient. After a long wait and the continuous sound of her foot tapping Franklin spoke. "Now what was he wearing?"
"It was dark." She said with an exhausted tone. "I couldn't see what he was wearing. All I remember is that he was very muscular, he has to be easily two hundred and thirty pounds. Maybe.... six-foot three."
"I could imagine." Franklin says nodding while sketching. "Did you notice any tattoo's or anything?" She gave him an 'Are you serious look?' and he said with a large gulp. "Okay did not notice any tattoos."
"Any ear piercings or anything?" He asked after a few minutes.
"No." She mumbled impatiently. He wrote down a few notes next to the sketch.
"Okay is this who you saw?" He asked showing Abigail the sketch of the man's face, with note on the side on what he looked like.
She took the photo and scanned it up and down. Looking at it in with anger once again boiling inside her.
"Y-yes, this is him..." She said staring at the picture with anger in her eyes.
Franklin nodded and asked in a worried tone. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She said biting her lip. "Please take this picture, I don't want to see it anymore." She quickly shoved the sketch away on the table and stood up.
"Thank you for your time." Franklin says with a nod. Abigail didn't respond and headed for the door.
A Police officer, a young woman escorts Abigail back to her room. Abigail doesn't say a word to the police officer. She doesn't want to talk anymore. At least for the time being. As she entered the room the police officer reminded her that if she needed anything, just ask. But Abigail snaps at her that she doesn't care and the police officer leaves the room without another word.
Edited by TheWayToDawn