Chapter One: part one

Captian's Personal Log:

I'll close my eyes again and never see this place except for in a distant nightmare. Sanity is a warm blanket and in these moments I embrace the cold shrugging off the quilted familiarity. It is refreshing to be with out, bringing back memories of challenges that could drive a man such as me, mad. Then my eyes open and I am sane.

I am sane. I am in charge. I am the one to turn to for help. I can help. Everyone says so anyway, chiseling this perfect image of me. I don't really know. I just want to close my eyes and go back home.

Away from this flawed fate predestined for me. Is that possible? Is it possible to give this up, to let that happen, to have these dreams of others die? If I leave them, there marble statue will be broken, and who will-could- replace it? Maybe this not possible, but I can always shut my eyes.

Doctor's Personal Log:

I can't shut my eyes and ignore what is happening.

There's something odd in the plant we beamed up. I don't think it's a plant. I think that maybe it's a life form. Aw, hell, sometimes, I think I shouldn't have taken this job.

Why do I get these sorts of puzzles? Do they think I know this already? Spock makes himself look smart, just by quoting facts off his computer. As Spock would say, "There is a 89.256 percent chance that my statistics are made up on the spot."

I can't do that. I have to decipher odd things like: There's a low level radiation coming off this plant creature I think. And sometimes I leave it in one place and it'll show up somewhere else. This brings up a few questions, does it have powers, to begin. If it does then,

Is it affecting my mood?

Part two:

Recording, End.

The door chimed, a sharp noise in comparison to the click of the computer that had shut off a good half an hour ago.

Spock shook the bottle of sleeping pills gingerly. One or two were left in a bottle of three hundred. He dropped it back onto the floor and moved past the doorway further into the room.

He heard a groan from the bedroom. It was hard to tell if the pills had all been swallowed at once or if the man here had tried to kick the habit and throw the pills at the door spilling them all. There were no loose ones to be found.

There was a crooked painting. A mirror broken on the floor. Of all things the decorative knife on the floor aroused his suspicion the most, and there was blood on it.

A struggle had taken place. That was for certain. But had a murder taken place?

Rounding the corner, he had to gasp when he saw the scene. And as emotional as it was, he ran to the murder's side knowing he was dead. The victim was still breathing, but hardly, medical attention was needed immediately.

Now the real question:

Why would the Doctor attempt murder the Captain?

o-o-o-o to be continued?

I wasn't sure who should be murdered originally. Actually this was originally two different stories minus the doctor's log. Please tell me if it was the right thing to do.

And don't wory, I won't forget Shadow!