The rain beat against the ground, the steady pitter patter creating a soft din in the background. Abigail was soaked thoroughly now but hardly noticed. She was engaged in a staring contest with the tall woman who had interfered with her work, God's work. After all this time she wasn't sure why it still disappointed her to find people like this. There was clearly no reason for the woman to try to stop her, no connection to the pitiful man on the ground, but she had made it her business to interfere and for that Abigail hated her. All these people, always so concerned with what they believed was right. Why couldn't they understand that there was only one right? God's word had been spread to humanity ages ago, and yet still so many people insisted on following their own morals, their own flimsy ideologies. It was pathetic and frustrating.<br/><br/>The activity around her increased, first with the waitress and then another girl walking past. Abigail paid them little mind but the whole situation was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She hated to be around so many people at once, particularly when they were clearly not members of the faith. They were all lost souls, and to make matters worse they would refuse to let her help them, just as they had stopped her from helping the man on the ground. Their twisted logic led them to believe pain was something to be abhorred, avoided at all costs. They didn't see the beauty of it, the cleansing power.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed when the waitress called her a bitch before heading inside to call the police. She didn't need this right now. This was always the thanks she got for trying to save those in need. She frowned, letting out a frustrated growl before pulling away from the woman holding her. "Fine. Have it your way then. A pack of heathens coming to prevent the salvation of one of their kin is not surprising." She said, turning her back on the man. "I could have saved him but clearly you would rather he live a life of sin and waste before being cast into a pit of fire. It doesn't matter anyway, all that's required of me is that I try. If you refuse to hear the truth then you will burn with him."<br/><br/>She was turning to walk away when a truck pulled up, its bright lights momentarily blinding her. She squinted as she heard the sound of a door slamming, followed by a familiar voice. "Otis?" She asked, blinking as her vision returned. "Otis what are you doing here? I've been trying to find you lately but you haven't been in any of the places you told me to look if I needed to find you." Abigail ignored the others and walked over to Otis. She had always been fond of him. When she was a child Otis had been an active member of the church, until his family had died. She had been afraid of him then, believing the rumors of his involvement in their deaths. He had stopped showing up for church which had saddened her. Despite her fear, she wished he would go, if for no other reason than to keep his soul pure. When her own parents died she had finally understood what Otis had gone through, and had sought him out as her reality began to twist around her. He had been helpful for the years after her parent's died, and they had kept in sporadic contact, especially when it became clear they had similar callings.<br/><br/>She looked back at the woman who had stopped her and the man she had been trying to save. "These people are interfering with my work Otis. They don't understand the importance of what I do." She said, her voice venting her frustrations.