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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wheeooh! wheeooh! wheeooh! The sound of police car sirens rang, coming from outside the mansion. The people who still remained at the party (and were obviously just starting to get relaxed again) ran outside to see what was going on. Two police cars were parked just outside the front gate. The four girls had stepped out to see what was going also.
Out of one of the police cars came a man dressed in a brown coat. On the drivers side stepped out a woman with a police officer's uniform on. The man in the brown coat had dark messy hair and cold eyes, cold prussian blue eyes. The woman had short purplish hair, but it was covered with her hat. The man looked around while the woman pulled out her badge and wished to spreak to the owner of the house.
Mr. Brandon stepped forward, standing straight but with a slightly scared look on his face. "May I help you?" he asked, eyeing his son in the crowd.
"Do you know this woman, sir?" The officer held up a picture of a dead female. The girl's face was pale, and her pale blue eyes gave the impression that, at one time, they were full of life, sparkling and all. She had blonde hair that was stained with blood, and as he looked closer, he could see there was a large gash on her neck, and small cuts around her face.
"No m'am" he stated, truthfully. He was confused and at the same time horrified. He knew that the woman was dead but he had no idea how he was connected to it.
"He's telling the truth" the dark haired man stated, bringing attention to himself. "We're done here. None of these people have anything to do with this case." And then the female nodded and turned to Mr. Brandon.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, we just had some information that was a little misleading, that's all" she smiled and then got into her car. Both cars drove away, there sirens no longer ringing.
"What was that about?" Mina asked, glancing worridly at Mr. Brandon. He looked relieved for a second, but she rembered the look on his face as he was looking at that picture the officer was showing him. The girls shugged and watched as Mr. Brandon's son came up to his father to help him back into the mansion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a cold dark hospital room sat a dark haired man, bandages covering his left arm and left leg. His right eye too was bandaged up, the gauze going around his head. He sat there, staring into nothingness, ancient and new memories flashing through his head....
*****flashback*****
"She'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes! She'll be comin around the mountain when she comes!" little Darien was sitting in the back seat of his parents' car, singing songs as they headed twoards their home.
"Again! Again!" shouted his father playfully.
"No, daddy!" Darien said, "Now we're gonna sing 'Three Blind Rats!'"
"But I thought it was called 'Three Blind Mice?'" his mother asked in a sweet voice.
"Whatever you say, mommy!" Darien giggled. Then he wispered to his father "Mommy doesn't even know the name of the song!" His father laughed along with him.
"Well, how about we play the quiet game?" Darien's father suggested, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"But that's no fun!" Darien stated, crossing his arms in front of him and making a pouty face.
"C'mon sweety. Your father needs to keep his eyes on the roar, it's too dark and we don't want to get into any accidents" his mother added gently. Darien just sat there in his current position, his eyes now angry, but he didn't say a word. Then he got an idea that could get everyone singing again.
Just as they were making a turn Darien jumped up out of his seat and covered up his father's eyes. His father jerked the steering wheel and they were hurled off the cliff, no escape now.
*****End Flashback*****
The whole thing just appeared in his mind. He had never actually remembered the whole thing, but now it was all so clear. He was the reason for his father's death. And now the only woman he had ever loved was gone as well.
K. Once again. The end. Voila. Voici. Whatever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wheeooh! wheeooh! wheeooh! The sound of police car sirens rang, coming from outside the mansion. The people who still remained at the party (and were obviously just starting to get relaxed again) ran outside to see what was going on. Two police cars were parked just outside the front gate. The four girls had stepped out to see what was going also.
Out of one of the police cars came a man dressed in a brown coat. On the drivers side stepped out a woman with a police officer's uniform on. The man in the brown coat had dark messy hair and cold eyes, cold prussian blue eyes. The woman had short purplish hair, but it was covered with her hat. The man looked around while the woman pulled out her badge and wished to spreak to the owner of the house.
Mr. Brandon stepped forward, standing straight but with a slightly scared look on his face. "May I help you?" he asked, eyeing his son in the crowd.
"Do you know this woman, sir?" The officer held up a picture of a dead female. The girl's face was pale, and her pale blue eyes gave the impression that, at one time, they were full of life, sparkling and all. She had blonde hair that was stained with blood, and as he looked closer, he could see there was a large gash on her neck, and small cuts around her face.
"No m'am" he stated, truthfully. He was confused and at the same time horrified. He knew that the woman was dead but he had no idea how he was connected to it.
"He's telling the truth" the dark haired man stated, bringing attention to himself. "We're done here. None of these people have anything to do with this case." And then the female nodded and turned to Mr. Brandon.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, we just had some information that was a little misleading, that's all" she smiled and then got into her car. Both cars drove away, there sirens no longer ringing.
"What was that about?" Mina asked, glancing worridly at Mr. Brandon. He looked relieved for a second, but she rembered the look on his face as he was looking at that picture the officer was showing him. The girls shugged and watched as Mr. Brandon's son came up to his father to help him back into the mansion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a cold dark hospital room sat a dark haired man, bandages covering his left arm and left leg. His right eye too was bandaged up, the gauze going around his head. He sat there, staring into nothingness, ancient and new memories flashing through his head....
*****flashback*****
"She'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes! She'll be comin around the mountain when she comes!" little Darien was sitting in the back seat of his parents' car, singing songs as they headed twoards their home.
"Again! Again!" shouted his father playfully.
"No, daddy!" Darien said, "Now we're gonna sing 'Three Blind Rats!'"
"But I thought it was called 'Three Blind Mice?'" his mother asked in a sweet voice.
"Whatever you say, mommy!" Darien giggled. Then he wispered to his father "Mommy doesn't even know the name of the song!" His father laughed along with him.
"Well, how about we play the quiet game?" Darien's father suggested, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"But that's no fun!" Darien stated, crossing his arms in front of him and making a pouty face.
"C'mon sweety. Your father needs to keep his eyes on the roar, it's too dark and we don't want to get into any accidents" his mother added gently. Darien just sat there in his current position, his eyes now angry, but he didn't say a word. Then he got an idea that could get everyone singing again.
Just as they were making a turn Darien jumped up out of his seat and covered up his father's eyes. His father jerked the steering wheel and they were hurled off the cliff, no escape now.
*****End Flashback*****
The whole thing just appeared in his mind. He had never actually remembered the whole thing, but now it was all so clear. He was the reason for his father's death. And now the only woman he had ever loved was gone as well.
K. Once again. The end. Voila. Voici. Whatever.