2025-07-22 03:56:49“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 color of his face going pale. His jaw dropped slightly. His gaze is fixed and unblinking, staring into nothing as his mind battles with the notion of Sarah going blind again.
“She also suffered head trauma, thankfully there was no fracture on the skull. But the marks on her hands showed that she was hanging from the ceiling, that strain coupled with the beatings caused a concussion and a brief restriction of oxygen flow. That's the reason she is still unconscious” Dr Philips added.
Everything became distant around Abel Scott, Muffled voices and monitors. He swallowed hard, clenching his fingers into a fist.
“We are monitoring her closely, Her vitals are stable now, but it is a long road to recovery bother physically and emotionally, I'm very sorry”
Abel Scott barely heard a word Dr Philips uttered, as walked out of the hospital. His eyes burned with focused intensity, every fibre of his being radiating a fierce determination to make Ashkive gang pay.
“Lord Abel, Lord Abed, what are you going to do?” Mr Jackson Alfred's voice is slightly heard in the background as he follows behind Abel Scott.
“Give me the keys,” Abel Scott demanded, stopping in front of a black SUV.
“Where are you going?” Mr Jackson Alfred asked, handing over the key.
”Some old friends have forgotten who I am, it is time to remind them.” Abel Scott said zooming off.
“The ashkive gang?” Abel Scott muttered as he sped past the high-rise buildings in the city.
“Those vipers from past life have gone too far this time”
Abel Scott turned the car wheels left and a massive estate stood ahead. The name Scott's Manor stood bold as Abel Scott zoomed past it.
A heavy steel door hissed open, revealing a hidden chamber underneath the estate. Polished racks of military grade firearms lined up to the sleek walls.
Abel Scott's eyes were filled with fury as they scanned the assault rifles, tactical knives, sniper scopes all conscientiously organized under the sterile glow of LED lights.
“Twice they attacked me and mine.” Abel Scott thought to himself his fury increasing.
“Twice!!” He whispered.
“Bastards” Abel Said cursing under his breath.
He picked a matte black pistol and holstered it with practiced precision. He pulled out a set of thermal-imaging goggles.
Abel Scot moved rapidly, his eyes set on vengeance, each step deliberate.
He dons a dark carbon fiber plating suit transforming him into a formidable figure.
“There is a blunt force that broke her rib on the left side” Dr Philips' words flushed pain into his mind.
“…The substance looks corrosive…”
“…the possibility of permanent loss of vision is high; She could go blind permanently?” Abel Scott clenched his jaw, the idea searing his mind.
He grabs a mini duffel bag, stuffing flashbangs and knuckles. He pressed a switch and a hidden platform rose, revealing a sleek black powerbike.
He swings his legs over the powerbike, his leather gloves creaking as he grips the bike handle. He revs the engine, the roar echoed through the chamber.
Abel Scott took a glimpse of Sarah's photo hanging on the wall.
“I'm lucky to have you as my husband” Sarah's voice rang in Abel Scott’s head. Her giggle on the balcony while they hugged each other flooded his mind.
“I'm the lucky one, Sarah” Abel Scott whispered, his eyes darkened with pain.
He rockets out of the chamber, the bike tires screeching into the night.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The first Askhive-owned pub, the black fang went up in flames as Abel Scott threw a flame bottle through its shattered windows.Gang members lay on the floor outside the pub groaning in pain from multiple injuries to their body parts.Abel Scott turned, he didn't watch the pub burn. “One down, two more to go” Abel Scott muttered under his breath.Vrooom!Abel Scott powered his bike into the city underbelly. “They think they will touch Sarah and walk away.” Abel Scott thought to himself, his teeth clenching his lower lips with vengeful bitterness. “They will learn tonight.”The second pub was just ahead, the neon sign drizzled in the dark, The viper pen, three armed guards stood by the back door smoking.“Amateurs.” Abel Scott scoffed, killing the bike's engine. He moved slowly into the shadows inserting the knuckles into his fingers. “For her pain. For her ribs. For her sight” Abel Scott thought to himself as he moved swiftly through the shadows towards the guards. “Who's there?” o
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“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
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Mr Abel Scott, you are up,” The Receptionist said. “Oh, that’s me” Abel Scott jumped to his feet, his hands swinging like a child being called up for a prize.Abel Scott stepped into the office and the air became colder. Not from the air conditioner but from the silent stares of the interviewing crew. “Would you like a glass of water?” one of the interviewers asked dryly. “No, No, thank you ma’am” Abel Scott replied.“Tell us about yourself” Another stern-looking interviewer with a name plate written Mr Smith; Lead Logistics.“Sure!” Abel Scott declared.“I am a logistics and supply chain professional with five years of experience in the warehousing and Distribution industry, I am…”“Can you jump to the part where we should care?” Mr Smith snapped as he flipped through Abel Scott’s resume.“Well, I have led a team of over thirty staff…” Abel Scott said. “You don’t even look like a team leader; Not to mention a warehouse supervisor.” Another interviewer with the name plate Mrs. An
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Abel, breakfast is ready” Sarah’s voice echoed through the house.“I’m coming,” Abel Scott replied. He crossed the tie on his neck to the right, to form a knot. Then he moved it back and back to the right. He was confused on what way to go. Abel Scot sighed, dragging the tie off his neck. “I guess that is it” “Abel” Sarah called again from the living room. “Your food is going to get cold” Abel looked at the ceiling pleading for some invention of some sort. “I will be there shortly”“Hmmm..” Abel Scott took a slow breath as he walked into the living room, letting the warm aroma fill his lungs. “Is that scrambled eggs and toasted bread I perceive?” He asked.“Oh yes, coupled with the faint aroma of fresh coffee.” Sarah Lawrence added, a warm gently spreading across her face. “Oh! My favorite” Abel Scott said, dragging the chair to sit down. Abel Scott grabbed a fork and shoveled clumps of the scrambled eggs into his mouth, barely chewing, he grabbed the toasted bread and ripped it
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