Story #2; Chapter Two - Bobby's Beginning (Part One)

"Hey Bobby! Come over and help!" came a yell from behind the fence. Bobby stood up from his gardening and walked over. "What's wrong this time John?" he asked, amused at the sight of his neighbour. John was doubled over with a bunch of gardening tools lying on top of him. "You know I am not good with these tools, they don't like me." John said as Bobby pulled him to his feet. "You wanna learn?" Bobby asked. "No thanks, I would rather leave the gardening to you my green friend." John began to walk back to his house. "Hey Bobby, call me out when you are done all right? I will be in the house looking after my wife," he said. "Sure, just make sure you pay me for my work later, and not give me a bunch of pumpkins that I helped you plant like the last time," Bobby yelled back at the departing figure. "Hey I can't help it that I am poor!" John replied and went inside. Bobby got down to his work, whistling as he did. It was a beautiful day, with the birds chirping, and grey clouds spreading over the dark skies... Grey clouds? Bobby thought to himself. "Damn, it's going to rain," he cursed under his breath, as he hurriedly packed his friend's tools into the corner and went back to his own garden. John yelled out from his house's window. "Bobby! You forgot my spade!" Bobby looked back and saw the shiny silver still laid out on the grass. The rain began to pour heavily. Damn, rain in the evening just makes me want to boil an egg, eat it and go to bed, Bobby thought to himself. Bobby climbed over the fence once more and into John's garden and made his way for the spade, tripping as he did so. "Damn John, you should be thankful there's a gardener like me next door to do your weeding for you..." Bobby muttered under his breath. He picked up the spade and went to the garden shed to hang it up with the rest of the tools. "There you go," he said, satisfied. The thunder roared and lightning stricked across the skies. "Alright, alright, I am heading home, quiet already." Bobby climbed back to his own garden and made his way to the house, absent-mindedly wanting to light up his cigarette, laughing at himself as he did.
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The night skies loomed over the town, and it was still raining since evening. Bobby laid back on his sofa to enjoy reading his newspaper. The thunder roared as loud as ever outside and Bobby went to open the curtains to admire the rainy scenery outside. "I love the rain," he said to himself, as he smiled at the crying skies. His eyes then shifted from the skies to what was happening next door. A black figure was leaving the house and heading towards the road. "John?" Bobby questioned his own eyes. Bobby took a look at his clock. Eleven 'o clock, where's he going out so late? Bobby thought to himself as he continued to observe the dark figure make its way down the road. Bobby, having nothing to do, decided to call his neighbour up to ask how were things going. He picked up the phone only to find it dead. "The telephone lines must have been cut. The lightning must have tripped it," he said to himself. Bobby grabbed his coat and using it to cover himself ventured into the rain and made his way to John's house. He knocked on the door, but there was no reply. Bobby decided that John's wife, Martha should be in, at the very least, so he called out her name, knocking as he did. No reply. Bobby tried the door, and was surprised to find it open. He entered the darkness of his friend's house and peered about in the dark, trying to make his way for the light. He bumped onto a chair, making it fall, as he went for the light. Bobby sweared under his breath, and as he did, he tripped over something else and landed chin first onto the floor. "Ow..." he got up, rubbing his chin as he did so, and groping with his hands he found the switch, and turned on the lights. Looking at what he tripped upon, Bobby nearly fainted at the sight infront of him. There on the floor with half her head blown to bits by a shotgun, was Martha...