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[Iminicus]

' Hey, how are you? I heard you just got out of training?'

'Yeah, finished last week. I started my beat on monday.'

'What neighbourhood are you protecting?'

'Wouldn't you believe it, I have to protect my own neighbourhood.'

'Nice'

 

Nice is the last word I hear but not the last sound.

BANG, the sound of a gun. A bullet exploding down the barrel towards me. Me, a rookie cop on my third day of work. Me, someone who has to die to save an innocent person.

 

BANG, I try to jump out of the way. I throw my arms into the air. I glance to the left as something cuts across my chest. Someone else has been hit. I know him, too. The pain is to much.

 

THUD, I hit the ground hard. I can't keep my eyes open. Everything is going blurry. People are rushing around me. I only see them, muted by the pain. Darkness. Darkness creeps across my body. I lie where I fell, the blood is trickling out of me. My eyes close slowly, once, twice, and I'm done. Dead.

 

Sound. Music. It is slowly creeping into the scene. Someone is listening to what is being said.

 

'Welcome to the 6 o'clock news. I'm Carol Mendolson. Our top story tonight: Two people were shot in the little neighbourhood by Interstate 53. Reports are saying that rookie police officer Shaun Peterson, was shoot at twice. Luckly, only one bullet hit the police officer. Unfortunately, a local homeless person was killed. No details on the persons name at the moment. The police suspect this was a drug related shooting.'

 

I'm awake. I think. I see a doctor, a nurse, and a paramedic. I slowly start to hear mumbling sounds. Nothing is recognisable, but I try to listen. Pain, it runs throughout my body. I try to move my arm but the pain intensifies. A prick, a tickle and relief. I start to feel dopy, happy, calm. Morphine. It courses through my blood to the pain and stops it. I'm in heaven. Darkness engulfs me again. Sleep, I am going to sleep and when I wake up all will be right. Nothing can hurt me, this is just a dream. A lucid dream. Darkness. Quietness.

 

'Well, it appears, according to eyewitnesses, that Officer Peterson was doing his morning walk around the neighbourhood. Miss Kline says she was talking to him when a car pulled up and opened fire. She also says that the shots, which were only two off, were directed towards Harold Schimmer. Miss Kline says that Mr. Schimmer is just a lovely guy who has no home. Everyone loves him.'

 

'Do we know anything else about this Harold Schimmer? The names sound familiar. I want a background check on him. Also, scan the database on blood and fingerprints. This guy maybe homeless, but he seems so, umm, I just don't know'

 

'Ok, when would you like the results?'

 

'As soon as possible. I'm off to Mertill General Hospital to see Officer Peterson. Call me with the results.'

 

End Part One.

Edited September 26, 2005 by Iminicus

[Simon.]

I liked this story Iminicus. You have a writer in you .

 

Hurry up and get Part II done.

[Iminicus]

You lamer, Simon. Anyway Part 2 has been started. Need to sleep or drink on it. Shall update this by Monday.

[Iminicus]

Part 2ish

 

I'm lost. Argh! More pain. I can only feel the pain. I can hear voices, who are they? I don't recognize the voices, I'm not alone. Where am I? I open my eyes and all is blurry. Blick, blick. But my eyes don't listen. They start to water, it stings. Argh! More pain. I start to regain feeling, something is cradled in my hand, I use my thumb to feel around the object. A button, I press it. Relieve followed by darkness once again.

 

'Captian?'

 

'Speaking, do you have the result?'

 

'No Captian. We do have a lead on the case though. It appears that Mr. Shimmer wasn't homeless and your suspiscions about him seem grounded. I continued talking to neighbours about him. Some say that he was always meeting people, important looking people. Unfortunately, they could tell us no more.'

 

'Very well, Serganent Palone. Can you keep me informed?'

 

"Sure Captian. By the way , how is Shaun?'

 

'Fine, just fine. He keeps sleeping. Apparently, he has had several nerves severed which are causing intense pain for him. I'll tell you more when I hear more.'

 

Brrrrrah, Brrrrrah.

 

'Hello?'

 

'Is he dead?'

 

'Yes'

 

Click.

 

I'm awake. I'd rather be sleeping but I'm awake. I try to sit up, several people rush around me. They are all in a frenzy. Speaking, but no words. I strain my ears trying to listen. Mumbled words, slowly they become audible. And I, I just ignore them. I want to rest, face the world later.

 

'Captain?'

 

'Yes, Peterson?'

 

'Can I be left alone?'

 

'Sure,'

 

Quietness. I am relaxed. I don't need the stress, I don't need the attention. What I need is to get better, I need to solve this case. Morphine. I use the Morphine to put myself to sleep. I will deal with the world tomorrow.

 

End Part 2.

Edited September 27, 2005 by Iminicus

[Soul Survivor]

I like it. Thats good can't wait till part two.

[Iminicus]

Part of Part 2 is above your post. Shall add more soon. The basic idea is to have two perspectives on the story. One is of course first person, and the second is a third person veiw. I don't think anyone here has tried it before. It is also the first time I have combined the views. I am liking the way the story is progressing.

[Simon.]

That was interesting. Part 3 kthnx.

 

[Soul Survivor]

That is still good better than the other parts.

[Iminicus]

Part 2: A Continuation

 

I've been dragged through hell. I can't find my senses. I need to get out. The hospital is restricting, the constant noises. I need to get out. I search for the strength to pull out the IVs. I wince in pain as they come out. 1, 2, 3, 4 and no more. Looking, where are my clothes, looking. On the chair, I reach. FIngers on the shirt... clasp it... grab it. I rip my hospital gown off, on goes my shirt. I fall out of bed grabbing my pants as I land. Slip them on. Shoes, where the f*ck are my shoes? Under the chair, I reach for them. Thump, Tap, Thump, Tap. Sounds like shoes walking on a cold hard floor. Moving quickly I put my shoes on. Roll damn it, roll. Under the bed. The noise dies down. Out the otherside, I stand up. Walk, I say to my feet, Walk. I'm moving towards the door, handle grabbed and I push. I start running. Running, ARGH, pain, I keep moving.

 

 

Author's note: Not finished will update

 

[Iminicus]

I'm running now. Down a hall. sh*t, someone is coming. Duck, duck damnit. I manage to hide. I can see the exit. Looks like I was put on the first floor.

 

'TAXIII'

' I need to get to Smith and West, quickly please'

'Yes sir'

 

Pain. I need to morphine. No, stay straight, head up. Concentrate. I almost home.

 

'Thanks'

 

Quickly, upstairs. Keys, where did I put them. Doormat. Good, glad I made that second pair. Room, room, pain, bedroom. Clothes, casually. Hurry, more pain. I need to get going.

 

'Captain?'

'Yes?'

'We have just received word that Shaun is no longer at the hospital,'

'What do you mean no longer?'

'Well, Captain, it appears he has ran for it,'

'Get to his apartment now,'

'Yes sir,'

 

 

 

Author's Note: This is just the beginning of part 3