The apartment was not like the mansion but it was comfortable. Cracked sidewalks snaked through weedy grass. Most of the building's paint was falling apart and sagging roofs moving like they were tired of standing. A rusting mini van with two Missing wheels sat as a permanent fixture beside the curb. The sun peeped through the windows of the apartment casting golden stripes on the little desk that now serves as desk and dinner for Abel Scott and his family at the apartment. He stares blankly into the laptop screen sitting comfortably on the desk as he prepares his resume. “What are you doing,darling?” Sarah Lawrence asked, running her fingers through Abel Scott’s hair.“I’m preparing a resume and cover letter for my application.” Abel Scott said. “Wow that’s amazing, babe!” Sarah Lawrence was elated. She bent over to plant a kiss on Abel Scott's cheeks. “What role are you applying for, darling?” Sarah Lawrence enquired.“I’m writing to express my interest in the Warehouse Supervis

All Sarah Lawrence saw was a shining light and then everything became pitch black accompanied with searing pain.“My eyes! What the hell; my eyes” Sarah Lawrence dropped to her knees, clawing at her cheeks trying to take off the pain she felt.Sarah Lawrence stretched her hands forward, blindly reaching for something; anything that could make the pain stop while the liquid burned deeper. Bang! Sarah Lawrence could only hear muffled sounds from the blow one of the gang members left on her face. Five men who stood over six feet entered the apartment, Their faces were covered and the word PRAY tattooed on their neck. “What’s going on, Sarah?” “Who are these people,Sarah?” Elena Lawrence asked, moving towards the door. One of the men with a hand as large as an elephant trunk jacked Elena Lawrence up by her shirt and threw her like a rag doll.“Ah!” Elena Lawrence screamed her back landing on the television screen and her face stumbling first into the center table in the living room

“There is a consequential blunt force injury that broke her rib on the left side. This kind of fracture can come from hard instruments like a baseball bat.” Dr Philips added.“Also, we found deep tissues bruising on her leg, back, and shoulder.” Dr Philips let out a big sigh. Abel Scott placed his hand on his chest clawing into his flesh to stop these words from stinging deep pain into his soul. “But that is not the worst,” Dr Philips said, placing his hands on Abel Scott's shoulders. “She suffered…” He paused. “She suffered…” He paused again, his mouth slightly opened.“She suffered chemical burns in her eyes,” He said, finally muscling enough strength to speak. “From the tissue damage and reaction, the substance looks caustic, possibly materials used in industrial work…” Dr Philips paused.“We are doing everything we can, Lord Abel, but I have to be sincere with you. With the extent of the damage, there is a high possibility of permanent loss of vision.” Abel Scott's eyes widened

The Night Fowler the vigilante who hunts organized crime. Abel Scott put on the night Fowler suit when he was so angry at his parents' deaths. He did it in an attempt to get back at lord Ammon Vandel.Abel Scott laid to rest the Night Fowler when he found out that Sarah had gone blind in her attempt to save him. He married her and crafted another plan to take revenge on his parents' murderers.“You think that deal saves you when you come after what's mine?” Abel Scott said, slamming the head of the thug into a jukebox. ” What's yours?” Obadiah Simons asked, looking confused. Obadiah Simons’ machine pistol barked, releasing short, controlled bursts that chewed up the floor and splintered the bar Abel Scott hid behind. Abel Scott rolled, grabbed a broken chair leg, and threw it. It got caught by the mezzanine railing making Obadiah Simons flinch. Abel Scott yanked a flashbang from his belt and tossed it overhead. Bang!Light and sound tore through the room. Obadiah Simons staggere

Elena was shouting in dismay “Abel Scott, that loser! He is such an embarrassment to this family! If you don’t divorce him now, you won’t be able to move forward!”“He is such a deadweight,” she added. “This is the perfect opportunity for us to get back on the good books of your grandma lady Natasha Lawrence” Elena's voice rising a little higher from her irritation at her daughter’s refusal. Sarah said calmly, “I don't need her approval for anything, I never have.” “You…” Elena growled angrily, her teeth digging into her lower lip.“What is so good about that loser? Why can’t you just divorce him? With your eyesight back and your new role as a CEO you can marry Jones.”Sarah Lawrence gave her mother a dead stare. “Jones? As in Jones Williams?"“Yes! Jones Williams! If you marry him, our family can hold our heads high again. Grandma would respect us. We would be welcomed back into the family.” Elena said, gently taking Sarah’s arms. “Think about it dear.” She added, her eyes desper