Heaven's Haelo
Chapter 1 Ty:
Sully looked at me in astonishment, "You have a brother?"
"Half brother." I confirmed.
"Wow. Well, where is he? Why haven't I met him before?"
"I have no idea where he is." I admitted, "I haven't seen him since I was eight and he was four."
"He's your half brother?"
"Yea, man. Same father, different mothers."
"Oh."
"Yea. My dad actually raped his mom."
"What?!"
"Yea. That's how he was conceived. Awful isn't it?"
Sully nodded, "What's his name?"
"Haelea (pronounced Hay-lee). We usually called him Hael (Hail), or Haelo (Hay-low)."
"You got to see him a lot?"
"Not as much as I wish I would've. He was really great. His mother was Caucasian."
"Yea?"
"He got her skin color, with jet black hair and eye that look brown far away but if you get close up, they're actually dark blue. He had really long, thick, dark eye lashes. I use to be so envious of him." I admitted, then I remembered the picture, "I have a picture of us. It was taken the last day I saw him." I pulled the picture out of my wallet and showed Sully.
"He looks like you sort of. You can tell your related." Sully looked at me in disbelief, "Wow. I can't believe your mother was ok with this."
"She didn't really know. Dad told her that he was taking me to a movie or something. Haelea's mom was really great. She thought that Haelo and I should be able to visit each other. She wanted him to know me. She wouldn't take child support from my dad. She said that she just wanted Hael and I to be friends. Can you believe how awesome she was, even though my dad put her through hell?"
Bosco:
"Where are we going?" I asked Faith when I got back in the car from getting us each a coffee.
She turned on the siren and we began to cruise toward the bad side of town, "Neighbours report hearing a lot of yelling and things being broken. We're suppose to check it out."
"Man!" I yelled, "Why can't Sully and Davis take the call?"
"They are filling out some paper work down at the station." She grinned, and I laughed.
"Alright. So I guess we got it good then."
We pulled up to the apartment building and ran up the stairs until we came to apartment 64.
Faith and I stood on either side of the door with our guns drawn.
"This is the police!" I yelled, "Open up!"
Faith knocked on the door. We listened and couldn't hear anything so we went in.
The apartment was completely trashed. The floor was covered in glass, and garbage, and the thick stench of alcohol filled the room.
"I'll take the hallway, you check the living room and kitchen." Faith instructed.
The living room was trashed, like the rest of the apartment but I didn't see any drunken people walking around in there, so I went into the kitchen.
I cussed when I saw a teenager, probably no more then seventeen, sprawled on the floor. He was bruised from head to toe.
I heard Faith come in behind me. She kneeled down to check his pulse and I radioed for an ambulance.
"Check for ID." She said when she found that he was indeed alive and breathing.
I found a wallet in one of his pockets and checked for a driver's license.
"Ha-e-lee-a Marchant." I said with a raised eyebrow, "I think. Seventeen year old male. his middle name is Patrick." I offered, as I still didn't think I could properly pronounce his name.
"Mr. Marchant." Faith said, as she tried to coax him awake, "My name is Officer Faith Yokas, and this is my partner Officer Maurice Boscorelli. An ambulance is on the way. We need you to wake up."
Doc and Carlos came in about three minutes later, but the kid still hadn't woken up.
"It reeks in here." Carlos commented, "The kid drinking?"
"No." Faith informed him, "We think the person who did this to him was."
"What's his name?" Doc asked as him and Carlos started putting him on the stretcher and stuff.
"We don't really know." Faith said, "Something Patrick Marchant. We can't pronounce his first name. He's seventeen."
"He looks rather familiar." Carlos commented as they started taking him out the door.
"You know," Faith said to me as we got into our police cruiser, "Carlos was right. He does look familiar. He reminds me of Ty."
"Davis?" I asked.
"Yea."
I thought a moment, "Yea. I guess he resembles him. Only he's white and Ty's black."
"What's a good looking Caucasian boy doing on this side of town?"
What do you think? My first Third Watch fanfic, so please review and try to be nice if you can.. Should I continue? If I get enough reviews I'll update as soon as I can. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! (Well, in a week anyway).
Chapter 1 Ty:
Sully looked at me in astonishment, "You have a brother?"
"Half brother." I confirmed.
"Wow. Well, where is he? Why haven't I met him before?"
"I have no idea where he is." I admitted, "I haven't seen him since I was eight and he was four."
"He's your half brother?"
"Yea, man. Same father, different mothers."
"Oh."
"Yea. My dad actually raped his mom."
"What?!"
"Yea. That's how he was conceived. Awful isn't it?"
Sully nodded, "What's his name?"
"Haelea (pronounced Hay-lee). We usually called him Hael (Hail), or Haelo (Hay-low)."
"You got to see him a lot?"
"Not as much as I wish I would've. He was really great. His mother was Caucasian."
"Yea?"
"He got her skin color, with jet black hair and eye that look brown far away but if you get close up, they're actually dark blue. He had really long, thick, dark eye lashes. I use to be so envious of him." I admitted, then I remembered the picture, "I have a picture of us. It was taken the last day I saw him." I pulled the picture out of my wallet and showed Sully.
"He looks like you sort of. You can tell your related." Sully looked at me in disbelief, "Wow. I can't believe your mother was ok with this."
"She didn't really know. Dad told her that he was taking me to a movie or something. Haelea's mom was really great. She thought that Haelo and I should be able to visit each other. She wanted him to know me. She wouldn't take child support from my dad. She said that she just wanted Hael and I to be friends. Can you believe how awesome she was, even though my dad put her through hell?"
Bosco:
"Where are we going?" I asked Faith when I got back in the car from getting us each a coffee.
She turned on the siren and we began to cruise toward the bad side of town, "Neighbours report hearing a lot of yelling and things being broken. We're suppose to check it out."
"Man!" I yelled, "Why can't Sully and Davis take the call?"
"They are filling out some paper work down at the station." She grinned, and I laughed.
"Alright. So I guess we got it good then."
We pulled up to the apartment building and ran up the stairs until we came to apartment 64.
Faith and I stood on either side of the door with our guns drawn.
"This is the police!" I yelled, "Open up!"
Faith knocked on the door. We listened and couldn't hear anything so we went in.
The apartment was completely trashed. The floor was covered in glass, and garbage, and the thick stench of alcohol filled the room.
"I'll take the hallway, you check the living room and kitchen." Faith instructed.
The living room was trashed, like the rest of the apartment but I didn't see any drunken people walking around in there, so I went into the kitchen.
I cussed when I saw a teenager, probably no more then seventeen, sprawled on the floor. He was bruised from head to toe.
I heard Faith come in behind me. She kneeled down to check his pulse and I radioed for an ambulance.
"Check for ID." She said when she found that he was indeed alive and breathing.
I found a wallet in one of his pockets and checked for a driver's license.
"Ha-e-lee-a Marchant." I said with a raised eyebrow, "I think. Seventeen year old male. his middle name is Patrick." I offered, as I still didn't think I could properly pronounce his name.
"Mr. Marchant." Faith said, as she tried to coax him awake, "My name is Officer Faith Yokas, and this is my partner Officer Maurice Boscorelli. An ambulance is on the way. We need you to wake up."
Doc and Carlos came in about three minutes later, but the kid still hadn't woken up.
"It reeks in here." Carlos commented, "The kid drinking?"
"No." Faith informed him, "We think the person who did this to him was."
"What's his name?" Doc asked as him and Carlos started putting him on the stretcher and stuff.
"We don't really know." Faith said, "Something Patrick Marchant. We can't pronounce his first name. He's seventeen."
"He looks rather familiar." Carlos commented as they started taking him out the door.
"You know," Faith said to me as we got into our police cruiser, "Carlos was right. He does look familiar. He reminds me of Ty."
"Davis?" I asked.
"Yea."
I thought a moment, "Yea. I guess he resembles him. Only he's white and Ty's black."
"What's a good looking Caucasian boy doing on this side of town?"
What do you think? My first Third Watch fanfic, so please review and try to be nice if you can.. Should I continue? If I get enough reviews I'll update as soon as I can. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! (Well, in a week anyway).