Wow......toooooooo long. Gettin' inta H.S takes so much of ur freakin'
time. PLZ 4give 4 the l8te update and this is the ENDING of this fic though
there is a sequel which hopefully will b up soon!
howeva, if the sequel is takin' 2 long, itz cuz of supervising. I plan 2
make @ least 6 or 7 chapters so updating will not b a prob.
However, as I wrote the whole thing out, it is WAY 2 LONG! So, the ending
is divided into 2 parts.
4 a person who didn't update in a long time, I sure do talk 2 much...heh
heh
OK -enjoy ppl and PLZ review!
Disclaimer: Psychiatrist getting pretty impatient: we DON'T have all day you know! Blu icee fyre: (gulps) i.. Psychiatrist: yes... Blu icee fyre: don't.. Psychiatrist: own.... Blu icee fyre: (bursts into tears) I can't say it....its TOO hard! Don't make me! Psychiatrist: (taps his watch and hopes he's gettin' good money 4 this, gives up and jumps out of his chair) OK. THIS IS NOT GETTING ANYWHERE PPL BLU ICEE FYRE DOES NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!
Slowly, carefully, the gleaming knife came out. The weapon did not shine its sliver gleam, did not care for
the slow injustice. It served its purpose, it served it's owner. The job was done. It was over.
So like the knife was it's owner, treading along in life as if it had some desired goal as if some great deed
was accomplished in its quest. It didn't realize that when the smoke was cleared, a life was over.
A life was gone in a gut-wrenching flash.
The knife, tarnished with blood lay in his hand.
His fingers had spots of blood splattered on his bare hand.
Peter brought his finger to lips and savored the feeling for victory.
'Stupid bitch! So sad she didn't realize that life was not meant to be wasted on a pathetic died girl.
Hmph, oh well, now her life joins the one she tried to avenge.
The irony is too great.
Now, what do I do? Her family will be back soon and they will find her limp body. Although, I have
connections with the police, what if they bring someone to investigate, some one that I don't know.
A couple of thousand dollars will pay the idiot off!
No need to worry, no one would give a second thought to how she died.
I'll assign one of men to create her report, and tell her family that the police force is working on it.
Yea...working on it.
Ehh, just an casualty of society.
When will she realize that life is NOT fair, that there is no use fighting the good fight.
Now she shall learn.....a little TOO late.'
A small smile crept on his face as he witnessed the lax figure before him.
Peter walked down the narrow hall to reach the dark door that would grant him freedom of fresh air and the
wind.
His feet created a slashed sound and he peered near his black boots to see a white parchment written upon.
'What is this?'
He read the letter quickly as he created a smirk.
'Oh yes..her pitiful letter. Did she really think that it would make a difference if she wrote at all? Such a
pity that no one will ever read it.'
A white paper shredder lay adjacent to the brown chair on the desk.
A cold smile formed as he placed the letter in the shredder.
His finger lingered on the start button, savoring the moment of the destruction of the casualty's last resort.
He pushed the red square and immediately the paper became little strips of paper.
The lines were merely less than an half an inch and the letter was thrown into the blue trash can.
Hollow footsteps echoed as he walked out.
* * *
A few minutes later, the door was open and in came a family of which had consisted of four members. A tall
man in his late thirties called out "Keiko, Keiko are you here?" while a twelve year old boy and a eight year
old peered at his side.
The father walked down the narrow pathway calling out a name of a person who he would never again see
alive and full of warmth.
"Keiko, K-"
A pair of eyes saw the fresh limp body and bent down slowly, pretending that his eyes were simply deceiving
him. That this was all a dream, that soon his wife would come in, tired from her shift and give him a warm
hug . "No....no..."
Rigid hands covered his face as tears streaked down.
The small girl stood a few feet away.
"Mommy???"
Karen's innocent confused face had no answer.
Kilik pupils met his fathers and took his sister's hand. He drew her into the living room.
"Kilik, what happened to mommy? She'll be okay, right? Please tell me she'll be okay!"
Kilik wrapped his arms around Karen and his dark black sweater soaked upped her tears.
His let go and his arm reached for his phone. His fingers cramped on the numbers but managed to dial 911.
The time was 11:00 and the police shift had changed.
"Hello?"
"Yes, who is this speaking and how may I help you?"
"My mother...my mother, she's not...moving."
A small tear crept out, to admit that she was actually dead on the floor was just too much.
"Okay. Where do you reside?"
"457 56 ST. Near Belmont Ave."
"We'll be there as soon as possible. Greatest sympathies.."
"Thank you.."
A click came and the phone was still within his hand.
'Greatest sympathies! It sounded like there was no hope even if they came! But that can't be, can it? They
won't announce her dead, they can do something can't they?'
His hand put down the phone.
The only thing he could do now was wait.
Every minute seemed like decades.
Finally, the doorbell rang.
Kilik opened the door. A couple of officers came in and headed through the narrow
passageway, it was the
only way to get to any part of the house, so it was necessary and required no direction.
The shuffling of feet could be heard through the house.
The living room, where there was always warmth and comfort, now seemed deprived.
Two figures, near each other, couldn't think of what to say.
Words of remorse, comfort, love?
"Brother, what happened to mommy?" A worried look appeared on his sister's face.
"Mom..."
'Oh God! How can I explain this!'
Inquisitive eyes glared into him. He couldn't put his response off, sooner or later it would
have to come out.
Kilik took a deep breath.
"Mom,...mom went to a better place."
"Oh." Confusion filled her face. Something so simple was so hard to comprehend.
"Can we go see her?"
A small ray of hope still existed in the heart of the child.
"Someday.someday"
Kilik hugged his sister. Both needed a bit of reassurance. They were the only ones that
they could depend
on, besides that themselves.
The police went into the small room where the siblings shared their embrace.
Immediately, Kilik let his hands fall to their side.
"I'm, I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do. We tried to search for clues but the
killer must have left
without a visible trace. We send you our warmest-"
"NOTHING! Nothing you can do!!! A woman died here tonight. She was somebody's
wife, somebody's friend,
and .....somebody's mother."
The last words were so softly spoken they were barely heard.
"We will continue to try, but...it doesn't look too good."
Kilik jabbed a finger at the policeman's chest.
"Why are there so many policemen who claim that they can handle crimes, when they
can't do a job that
matters the most? No one can really help you now can they,"
Kilik went up the stairs and closed the door behind him,
"No one, but yourself."
Likey chappie??? OK, 4every1 who is pissed off at me that the whole chappie was off Kilik and the death of his mother, the NEXT CHAPPIE IS ALL ABOUT KAIBA AND TéA AND KUNIO AND A SURPRISE GUEST! It's gonna have an ending you can't believe. The original chappie was over 14 pages and I don't think that many of you would wanna read a chappie that is enormously long, that wouldn't be fair to any of u! So TANX SOOO MUCH 4 reading it and PLZ R&R!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Psychiatrist getting pretty impatient: we DON'T have all day you know! Blu icee fyre: (gulps) i.. Psychiatrist: yes... Blu icee fyre: don't.. Psychiatrist: own.... Blu icee fyre: (bursts into tears) I can't say it....its TOO hard! Don't make me! Psychiatrist: (taps his watch and hopes he's gettin' good money 4 this, gives up and jumps out of his chair) OK. THIS IS NOT GETTING ANYWHERE PPL BLU ICEE FYRE DOES NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!
Slowly, carefully, the gleaming knife came out. The weapon did not shine its sliver gleam, did not care for
the slow injustice. It served its purpose, it served it's owner. The job was done. It was over.
So like the knife was it's owner, treading along in life as if it had some desired goal as if some great deed
was accomplished in its quest. It didn't realize that when the smoke was cleared, a life was over.
A life was gone in a gut-wrenching flash.
The knife, tarnished with blood lay in his hand.
His fingers had spots of blood splattered on his bare hand.
Peter brought his finger to lips and savored the feeling for victory.
'Stupid bitch! So sad she didn't realize that life was not meant to be wasted on a pathetic died girl.
Hmph, oh well, now her life joins the one she tried to avenge.
The irony is too great.
Now, what do I do? Her family will be back soon and they will find her limp body. Although, I have
connections with the police, what if they bring someone to investigate, some one that I don't know.
A couple of thousand dollars will pay the idiot off!
No need to worry, no one would give a second thought to how she died.
I'll assign one of men to create her report, and tell her family that the police force is working on it.
Yea...working on it.
Ehh, just an casualty of society.
When will she realize that life is NOT fair, that there is no use fighting the good fight.
Now she shall learn.....a little TOO late.'
A small smile crept on his face as he witnessed the lax figure before him.
Peter walked down the narrow hall to reach the dark door that would grant him freedom of fresh air and the
wind.
His feet created a slashed sound and he peered near his black boots to see a white parchment written upon.
'What is this?'
He read the letter quickly as he created a smirk.
'Oh yes..her pitiful letter. Did she really think that it would make a difference if she wrote at all? Such a
pity that no one will ever read it.'
A white paper shredder lay adjacent to the brown chair on the desk.
A cold smile formed as he placed the letter in the shredder.
His finger lingered on the start button, savoring the moment of the destruction of the casualty's last resort.
He pushed the red square and immediately the paper became little strips of paper.
The lines were merely less than an half an inch and the letter was thrown into the blue trash can.
Hollow footsteps echoed as he walked out.
* * *
A few minutes later, the door was open and in came a family of which had consisted of four members. A tall
man in his late thirties called out "Keiko, Keiko are you here?" while a twelve year old boy and a eight year
old peered at his side.
The father walked down the narrow pathway calling out a name of a person who he would never again see
alive and full of warmth.
"Keiko, K-"
A pair of eyes saw the fresh limp body and bent down slowly, pretending that his eyes were simply deceiving
him. That this was all a dream, that soon his wife would come in, tired from her shift and give him a warm
hug . "No....no..."
Rigid hands covered his face as tears streaked down.
The small girl stood a few feet away.
"Mommy???"
Karen's innocent confused face had no answer.
Kilik pupils met his fathers and took his sister's hand. He drew her into the living room.
"Kilik, what happened to mommy? She'll be okay, right? Please tell me she'll be okay!"
Kilik wrapped his arms around Karen and his dark black sweater soaked upped her tears.
His let go and his arm reached for his phone. His fingers cramped on the numbers but managed to dial 911.
The time was 11:00 and the police shift had changed.
"Hello?"
"Yes, who is this speaking and how may I help you?"
"My mother...my mother, she's not...moving."
A small tear crept out, to admit that she was actually dead on the floor was just too much.
"Okay. Where do you reside?"
"457 56 ST. Near Belmont Ave."
"We'll be there as soon as possible. Greatest sympathies.."
"Thank you.."
A click came and the phone was still within his hand.
'Greatest sympathies! It sounded like there was no hope even if they came! But that can't be, can it? They
won't announce her dead, they can do something can't they?'
His hand put down the phone.
The only thing he could do now was wait.
Every minute seemed like decades.
Finally, the doorbell rang.
Kilik opened the door. A couple of officers came in and headed through the narrow
passageway, it was the
only way to get to any part of the house, so it was necessary and required no direction.
The shuffling of feet could be heard through the house.
The living room, where there was always warmth and comfort, now seemed deprived.
Two figures, near each other, couldn't think of what to say.
Words of remorse, comfort, love?
"Brother, what happened to mommy?" A worried look appeared on his sister's face.
"Mom..."
'Oh God! How can I explain this!'
Inquisitive eyes glared into him. He couldn't put his response off, sooner or later it would
have to come out.
Kilik took a deep breath.
"Mom,...mom went to a better place."
"Oh." Confusion filled her face. Something so simple was so hard to comprehend.
"Can we go see her?"
A small ray of hope still existed in the heart of the child.
"Someday.someday"
Kilik hugged his sister. Both needed a bit of reassurance. They were the only ones that
they could depend
on, besides that themselves.
The police went into the small room where the siblings shared their embrace.
Immediately, Kilik let his hands fall to their side.
"I'm, I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do. We tried to search for clues but the
killer must have left
without a visible trace. We send you our warmest-"
"NOTHING! Nothing you can do!!! A woman died here tonight. She was somebody's
wife, somebody's friend,
and .....somebody's mother."
The last words were so softly spoken they were barely heard.
"We will continue to try, but...it doesn't look too good."
Kilik jabbed a finger at the policeman's chest.
"Why are there so many policemen who claim that they can handle crimes, when they
can't do a job that
matters the most? No one can really help you now can they,"
Kilik went up the stairs and closed the door behind him,
"No one, but yourself."
Likey chappie??? OK, 4every1 who is pissed off at me that the whole chappie was off Kilik and the death of his mother, the NEXT CHAPPIE IS ALL ABOUT KAIBA AND TéA AND KUNIO AND A SURPRISE GUEST! It's gonna have an ending you can't believe. The original chappie was over 14 pages and I don't think that many of you would wanna read a chappie that is enormously long, that wouldn't be fair to any of u! So TANX SOOO MUCH 4 reading it and PLZ R&R!!!!!!
