Warnings There's blood, a bit of violence, but not much. Might be more later in the story, and maybe a bit of slash here and there. I'm a slash fan, people, I can't help it. Also, cussing! Ummm.... that's it! wee!
Disclaimers I dont' own Xmen: Evolution. Although I do plan on winning the Oklahoma lottery and using that money to buy Kurt, aka Nightcrawler. Muwahahahah!!! Oh, but I do own my characters! (ie, doctors, policemen, ummm... oh, the main character of this story [how is it i nearly forgot her?])
Chapter One
Where...?? White... It's so white.... How did I get here? ....? M-mother? Where... Where are you? I... I can't remember.... Everything... It's so hard. Those lights... Can't someone turn off those lights? Mother... Father.... Where are you...? Voices... I can't make them out... I... I remember... Blood... So much blood.... It was everywhere... On them... On me...? Why? Why did this happen? Pain... My leg... My arms... My back... So much pain... Why...? Someone's comming... A shadow... Covering the lights... Finally... Too bright... Who? Where? What is he talking about....? I don't understand... I-I don't know. Leave me alone... Please...?
"Ms. Scink?" A soft voice asked. The balding doctor looked down at his patient, while pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses. The girl's pale green eyes flickered open, then closed in pain. A low groan escaped her lips and she attempted to lift one of her arms. The straps, holding to the bed, refused her the privilage, and the girl groaned again. "Ms. Scink?"
"Ugh... It's Schenck, not Scink. Don't you know German when you see it?" The girl's rather deep voice asked, cracking in frustration.
"Sorry, Ms. Schenck." The doctor gave her an aggitated look. She didn't see it, her eyes still closed to keep out the bright lights. "Ms. Schenck, I need to ask you... Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"I don't even know where I am," She said softly, finally opening her eyes. Her voice cracked again, revealing a slight British accent. "Why am I here? I don't... remember."
"Your in St. Gabriel's Metropolitan Hospital, in Montana." The doctor paused before continuing. "You were brought here last night from your home. Normally, they would of taken you to the police department. Yet, you had many severe cuts across your legs, arms, and lower back. You also have suffered from a concussion."
"Shit." The girl muttered. She slowly turned her head and looked past the doctor towards the door. There stood three policemen, looking intently at her and talking amongst themselves. "What happened?"
"I'll take it from here, Dr. Peterson." A deep, almost rude sounding voice interupted. The doctor nodded and backed away, letting the tall, military looking officer past. He looked down at the girl, frowning, before grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down. "I'm Detective Micheal Crosby. I have to ask you some questions, you understand?"
"Suppose so." She said softly, confused. She atempted to lift herself up, but again the straps holding her down refused her. "Are these nessecary?"
"We will see." Detective Crosby replied. He looked down at a pad of paper in his lap. "You are Catherine Louise Schenck, correct? Age sixteen?"
"Yes."
"You are the daughter of the millionair Hilton Schenck, his wife Therese? And sister to Brandon Schenck?"
"Yes."
"Do you recall where you were the afternoon of October 13, around two-thirty?"
"I... I don't know." Catherine replied.
"You don't remember?" Crosby looked at her unbelieving. Catherine groaned and closed her eyes. "Can you remember anything from the last twenty-four hours?"
"I..." Her voice faded and she frowned. "Blood."
"Blood?" Crosby asked, making a note on his paper. Catherine swallowed and looked past him at the doctor and other officers.
"Shouldn't I get to have an attorney?" Crosby narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm... If you think it's nessecary." He told her. Catherine looked away from him, hating the look he was giving her.
"I just want to know what happened..." She whispered.
"I think we should leave questions like that untill after we change those bandages." Dr. Peterson interupted. Crosby nodded grimly. Catherine watched as he went back over to the other officers, telling them to guard the room before leaving. Catherine watched the look on Dr. Peterson's face as he slowly un-clasped one of the restraints. He forced a look of coolness onto his face, but Catherine could tell he was frustrated. Whether it was becuase of the police watching their every move, or the fashion she was placed into his care, Catherine could not determine.
"Where are my parents?" Catherine asked suddenly. "Are they here?"
"No." Dr. Peterson said softly.
"Where are they?" Catherine demanded.
"They..." Dr. Peterson faded off, as he re-tightened the restraints. He said nothing as he turned away. He didn't look at the two officers guarding the door as he walked past them. Without a glance, he disapeared around the corner. The officer's, noticing the doctor's dismiss, turned towards Catherine.
"So, you wat to know where your parents are, huh?" The shorter of the two asked, grinning. The other officer let a giggle escape his mouth before catching it. The short one stepped closer to her and pulled out a small device from his back pocket. "Like me to show you?"
"You think it's on by now?" The other one asked.
"Hell yea, no way those reporters would miss this. Not with it being the richest man in the state."
"What are you talking about?" Catherine asked, getting frustrated by the secrecy.
"See for yourself." The short officer pushed a button of the device, and a screen popped up. It was a small television. On the screen was a reporter standing in front of a large, white mansion. Catherine's home. The short officer quickly turned up the volume.
"I'm here in front of the Schenck Mansion," The reporter said in a rather rebotic voice, "Where last night the bodies of nearly the entire household was found brutally murdered. The only survivor of the gory event was Schenck's only daughter, Catherine. She has been rushed to St. Gabriel's for medical treatment and has yet to be interviewed. Police have refused to say who they suspect, whether it be the daughter or someone else. A total of eleven bodies have been found, including the Schenck family and servants, all resulting from severe knife wounds. We will continue to report on this event as it unfolds. And now to the weather."
"Oh God." Catherine whispered. Her naturally pale face turned even paler as the report ended. "That... That didn't happen! No!"
"What is going on in here!" A voice stormed. Both officer's jumped and turned to see Detective Crosby standing in the door way. He pointed at the two officers and let out a growl. "This will be the last police job you ever take place in boys. Look around carefully, because your fired!"
"Aw man!" The taller officer grumbled as the two walked out of the room. Crosby looked like he was on the verge of killing someone. He stomped into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
"So, it's true?" Catherine asked. "M-my family is dead? Why? How?"
"That's what I want to know from you." Crosby informed her. Catherine glared at him and attempted to sit up for the second time that day.
"I told you I dont' remember!" Catherine nearly screamed. "All I remember is blood! It was everywhere."
"That it was." Crosby replied, sitting down. "Worst murder scene I've seen in twenty-two years of work." He looked over at her. She breathed heavily and had a look of concentration on her face. He knew she was trying to remember. "Look... What we need from you is to test your finger prints and-"
"You think I did this?" Catherine interupted.
"And we need you to take a lie detector test." Crosby continued, ignoring her angry stares.
"Fine!" She belted out. "I'll take your fucking tests! But I didn't kill my family!"
Crosby just looked at her, then stood and left without saying a word. Catherine let out a groan and pressed her head back into the pillow. I didn't kill my family or all those people... I couldn't... Then why don't I remember anything? Why is it all just a black void?
End Notes I know there isn't any "mutant powers" in the story yet, but soon! Muwahahahha!!!! Now, my little pets, review!!!!
*turns to Kurt*
Aranami: Hey, you think anyone will reveiw?
*Kurt shrugs*
Aranami: Speak to Me!!!!! ......Oh, wait... I guess I should take the gag off, huh?
