"Letters"
by Acey
Disclaimer Poetry: I am poor. Don't sue me. 'Cause I don't own DBZ.
Author's Note: Oh, yes, here I go with chapter five. I must be pretty psyched, as I just updated with chapter four a little while ago. Should I string you out and make you wait? Nah. I'm not that mean.
The shoutout:
Kelly Neptunus: Yay! Yes, everyone should know what's going to (if it hasn't already... ^_^ the only one who really knows is me) happen to the twins but the woman. I'm glad I'm keeping the suspense as high as I can.
The apology: Sorry last chapter looked a little (okay, a lot) hacked up. I have to save all my files as text documents, so it doesn't always look correct. I promise that you won't see any more of that ridiculous stuff that "Text Only" does.
And now, chapter five. I hope you enjoy it.
The dispatcher that answered her call listened more understandably than most. He didn't have a clue who Gero was ("too young for that," she thought bitterly; he was only around twenty, at least from the sound of his voice), but he did pay attention to her story about the letters.
"So, Miss--"
"Doctor," she automatically corrected, never accustomed to a "Miss" from anyone but the cook and the maids who were soon to be fired for their abandonment of her home. "Doctor ________."
She could almost see the recognition on the dispatcher's face from the other end of the telephone line.
"Doctor _______? THE Doctor ________?"
"Yes, yes," she snapped, wishing for once that she had chosen a normal profession, or at least had not become famous at her own.
"You won all those awards when you were younger! You were in my science book back in high school!"
Good gosh, she really was old.
"Yes, I'm a geneticist--"
The dispatcher suddenly recalled his post.
"Oh, uh, well, M-- Doctor, oh, yeah, what exactly did this Gero man tell you in these letters he sent?"
She exhaled, unaware that she was twirling her hair on her index finger, her old nervous habit that she had been intent on beating since the age of seventeen. Every attempt, unfortunately, had failed, and it was almost the only thing about herself that she had not eventually been able to discipline into obedience.
"H-he's doing experiments. He's offered these twins a huge amount of money for participating in them, I think. They're supposed to-- to make you live longer and things like that. That's what he wrote, anyway."
The dispatcher whistled lowly.
"Crazy," he muttered. Then, he quietly said to the woman on the other line, "I'm sorry, Doctor, but we can't really verify that what he wrote you is true. It's not illegal to perform experiments, at least most of them, and--"
"These are not legal," she snapped again. "I know they're not. Check your records to see if any twins are missing."
"We have missing children all the time, Doctor," he replied, and his voice was tired, for he had been on the job since one in the afternoon, and it was close to eleven at night now. "I'm not authorized to do more than answer these calls and send a policeman over if need be. Would you like me to send you one, ma'am?"
That question took no time to think.
"No."
"Then you're sure you'll be all right?"
"Yes."
"If you get more mail from this weirdo-- death threats, say--, please call immediately, and we'll get you someone. In the meantime, don't reply to any of his mail."
She nodded, hung up, and muttered, bitterly to herself, "That isn't a problem. He didn't give a return address."
**********************************************************************Acey: =) More on the way, and I really hope you like it.
Disclaimer Poetry: I am poor. Don't sue me. 'Cause I don't own DBZ.
Author's Note: Oh, yes, here I go with chapter five. I must be pretty psyched, as I just updated with chapter four a little while ago. Should I string you out and make you wait? Nah. I'm not that mean.
The shoutout:
Kelly Neptunus: Yay! Yes, everyone should know what's going to (if it hasn't already... ^_^ the only one who really knows is me) happen to the twins but the woman. I'm glad I'm keeping the suspense as high as I can.
The apology: Sorry last chapter looked a little (okay, a lot) hacked up. I have to save all my files as text documents, so it doesn't always look correct. I promise that you won't see any more of that ridiculous stuff that "Text Only" does.
And now, chapter five. I hope you enjoy it.
The dispatcher that answered her call listened more understandably than most. He didn't have a clue who Gero was ("too young for that," she thought bitterly; he was only around twenty, at least from the sound of his voice), but he did pay attention to her story about the letters.
"So, Miss--"
"Doctor," she automatically corrected, never accustomed to a "Miss" from anyone but the cook and the maids who were soon to be fired for their abandonment of her home. "Doctor ________."
She could almost see the recognition on the dispatcher's face from the other end of the telephone line.
"Doctor _______? THE Doctor ________?"
"Yes, yes," she snapped, wishing for once that she had chosen a normal profession, or at least had not become famous at her own.
"You won all those awards when you were younger! You were in my science book back in high school!"
Good gosh, she really was old.
"Yes, I'm a geneticist--"
The dispatcher suddenly recalled his post.
"Oh, uh, well, M-- Doctor, oh, yeah, what exactly did this Gero man tell you in these letters he sent?"
She exhaled, unaware that she was twirling her hair on her index finger, her old nervous habit that she had been intent on beating since the age of seventeen. Every attempt, unfortunately, had failed, and it was almost the only thing about herself that she had not eventually been able to discipline into obedience.
"H-he's doing experiments. He's offered these twins a huge amount of money for participating in them, I think. They're supposed to-- to make you live longer and things like that. That's what he wrote, anyway."
The dispatcher whistled lowly.
"Crazy," he muttered. Then, he quietly said to the woman on the other line, "I'm sorry, Doctor, but we can't really verify that what he wrote you is true. It's not illegal to perform experiments, at least most of them, and--"
"These are not legal," she snapped again. "I know they're not. Check your records to see if any twins are missing."
"We have missing children all the time, Doctor," he replied, and his voice was tired, for he had been on the job since one in the afternoon, and it was close to eleven at night now. "I'm not authorized to do more than answer these calls and send a policeman over if need be. Would you like me to send you one, ma'am?"
That question took no time to think.
"No."
"Then you're sure you'll be all right?"
"Yes."
"If you get more mail from this weirdo-- death threats, say--, please call immediately, and we'll get you someone. In the meantime, don't reply to any of his mail."
She nodded, hung up, and muttered, bitterly to herself, "That isn't a problem. He didn't give a return address."
**********************************************************************Acey: =) More on the way, and I really hope you like it.