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Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for what other reason than the investigation? And what other life-altering situations will Kim have to undergo?
Also- For the sake of not revealing who "the figure" is, I will sometimes refer to the person as 'IT'. So SORRY it took so long for the update and I would like to thank my reviewer(s).
Once Foes; Now Enemies...?
By raven vixen
Chapter 2- A Single Witness... (or are there more?)
" Next door, a single light had flicked on, shrouding the room in a soft, inviting glow. Up on the second floor someone was stirring. In the master bedroom, two people were laying in the bed. There was a man and a woman. The man was snoring loudly, thoroughly enjoying his existence in dreamland (one must wonder what he dreams about that would produce a wide smile during the slumber hours)(NO, NOT ANYTHING PERVERTED). However, the woman was not asleep; instead she was wide awake and breathing heavily. 'I think I was discovered. What should I do? Oh what should I do?' she fretted nervously. Then she heard a rap at the window which caused her to jump at least three feet in the air. The woman's jolt awakened the sleeping man beside her.
Slowly and with caution, she snuck a glance in the direction of the window. Her heartbeat slowly began to receed to normal when she realized that the sound was only a tree 'dancing in the wind,' as she would put it.
"Hey, Steve? You awake?" she asked the man beside her.
"I am now! What's your problem?!" he grumbled loudly.
"I think our neighbor's...d-de-de-dead," she stuttered.
"Go back to sleep, Martie. It was only a nightmare. Wake me when it's time to go to work," Steve mumbled, his head hitting the pillow and his eyes paying for another ticket to dreamland.
Martie watched as Steve rolled over and began snoring again. She closed her eyes, but she tossed and turned; she kept picturing the scene she had witnessed earlier. After what seemed like an hour, but was only five minutes, Martie decided that she couldn't sleep, so she got up and started pacing. She paced until she could see wear marks in the dark green carpet underfoot, in which she sat on the bed and thought about everything.
Seeing that she was not going to do anything but promote her guilt trip even further, she went down to the kitchen. In the kitchen, she got a glass of iced water to ease her frazzled nerve. She sat down at the table after turning on a light. Papers were scattered all over the table. The Middleton Enquirer was opened to the obituaries section. Her mouth grew into a frown. Everything that she thought about or looked at reminded her of the earlier events of the night, well morning. She glanced at the clock which read quarter to three in the morning. She layed her head down on the table. Fifteen minutes later, a sound brought her head back up. She searched the kitchen for the whereabouts of the noise-maker.
Glancing past the refrigerator, into the living room, she noticed a dark blur in the shadows. 'Oh no, why'd I have to see a murder?' she thought. Although she couldn't distinguish who it was, Martie could tell it was the same person who had slayn her neighbor. She didn't know what to do; screaming never occured to her jumbled mind. When the person was at her neighbor's house, she couldn't get a decent view of him or her, but now 'it' was as clear as day to Martie, well as clear as could be.
The intriguing figure moved closer to Martie; who began to run toward the stairs, but she was tripped by an outstretched foot. Martie went down to her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. A gloved hand cupped Martie's mouth from behind. She was then pulled to a standing position. Martie was trembling; her heart began racing again, and she didn't dare move. She let the figure move her body however 'it' wished--which was very roughly. All throughout the ordeal, the enigmatic individual was mute. Then 'it' turned Martie so that she was facing in the right direction and motioned for her to remain quiet. When the hand was removed from her mouth, Martie began filling her lungs and opened her mouth to scream, but she didn't get the chance; the person smacked her face hard enough to knock her down. She stayed on the floor, but that was a mistake, too, for the figure kicked her in the ribs. It took every bit of strenghth and will power that Martie possessed to not scream out in pain; she didn't want to anger this mysterious character any further.
Martie was pulled up by her shoulder-lenghth blonde locks with the figure staring her directly in the eyes, but Martie couldn't see the stare because it was hidden behind a mask. Even though Martie couldn't see the hateful gaze thrown her way because of there being no eye holes in the mask, the black cloaked soul could see her clearly. Gathering up enough courage, Martie asked, "Who are you?"
She received no answer in verbal form, however, a series of hand signals that Martie recognized as sign language, from when she taught the physically and mentally challenged at Middleton High School, gave her a response. The signals were conveying the message, "Before I kill you, YOU WILL PAY!" 'This person must know me, but how can I recognize 'it' if I can't even see the face?' Martie thought. At this point, Martie's adrenaline kicked in, and she began struggling and squirming to free herself. She struggled for about a minute before a shadowy limb came up and back-handed her. Even though Martie was two inches short of six feet tall, the five in a half foot tall dark individual was able to gracefully lift her up, off of her feet; this made her only struggle harder. Then an idea came to her oxygen deprived brain. As quickly as she had started, Martie quit struggling; she let her body go limp. While holding her breath, she thought, 'Good thing I was an excellent athlete (swimmer) when I was in high school'.
She was dropped to the floor. 'That was easier than I thought'. Looking around, the figure removed a glove and retreived a pocket-knife. Through a squinted eye, Martie saw this and her heart began to race wildly. She willed herself to calm down so that she would not be discovered 'alive'. However, the drumming of her heart filled the desolate room. Martie quickly shut her eye and held her breath again. The knife was slammed down, blade open, beside her face just barley missing her cheek by millimeters. Martie chanced a peek and got an excellent view of the knife; she was able to read what appeared to be the initials 'S.N.S.' on it and closed her eyes again. Without realizing what she was doing, she rolled away from the knife and directly into the figure's stout leg causing 'it' to topple.
Hearing the muffled thump, Martie rose to her feet, and made a run for the phone in the kitchen. The person slowly regained footing in the soft carpet while rubbing a sore spot on the forehead. The knife was pulled out of the carpet using very little force. 'It' stumbled after Marite who had already reached the phone. Reaching out and grabbing her, the shady individual pulled her toward itself with the blade outstretched and facing open skin.
Flash! Kaboom!
Martie jumped within the figure's arms; she looked out of the window only to discover that it had started thundering and lightning. 'Oh great! Another thing for me to overcome tonight! What else will go wrong?!'she thought. Again the kinfe was raised, a flash of lightning catching it and giving it a sickening glow, and brought down to slash Martie. 'I am NOT going to get out of this alive.' she thought, '... unless... That's it!' She began pulling out dishes and dropping them; then she ran the garbage disposal and the dishwasher. 'Whoosh!' The figure lit up the gloved hand and grabbed Martie who screamed in agony. Due to the large amount of excrutiating pain she felt, Martie's knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, grazing the blade of the knife as she went. She landed on the cold, hard tile floor, face-down, between the table and the refrigerator; a gash on her forehead began bleeding profusely, smearing the tiles with a dark crimson color. She rolled over and let her adrenaline carry her again. The collar of her shirt was grabbed, and she was hoisted avobe the individual's head. Martie didn't try to fake her death this time, but instead tried to kick or hit the person.
Suddenly, she was dropped to the floor as the figure whirled around to face the steps; something had startled 'it'. The gloved left hand glowed with a green fire as a warning to the intruder of the event, but 'it' was unable to see anything in the pitch black of the steps. The character turned back to Martie and slashed at her heart with the flaming hand. Martie lurched forward as the intended target had been struck. With Martie down, the shady figure hastily found an exit, through a window.
At this point, Steve cautiously crept from his hiding place to inspect Martie. From his line of vision, he could see that she was bloody all over her body, there were claw marks on the floor, and blood filled deep craters that looked to be made by a knife of some sort.
A loud moan brought him out of his astonishment; after glacing at all of the damage, he looked back at his wife, Martie who was laying in a crumpled heap in front of the refrigerator. A closer inspection revealed that she was barely breathing. He rushed to the phone and dialed "9-1-1".
"Middleton Police Department," a voice replied on the other end of the line.
"I need an ambulence, PRONTO," Steve bellowed into the receiver hysterically.
"Calm down sir. Where are you located?"
"68 East Sunder Street," he sobbed.
"I'll have an ambulence there right away, sir," with this said the connection was cut, and Steve went to Martie's side to try and comfort her in every way, possible.
Being in the military taught Steve that you never move an injured person, so he tried to keep Martie as comfortable as possible, until the ambulence arrived. Three minutes later, the ambulence arrived. As paramedics were loading Martie into the vehicle, one 'medic was questioning Steve about any problems that she might have...if she had any.
"Sir, what's her name?' the 'medic asked.
"Martie Len Barkin," he replied.
Steve watched as the 'medics cut Martie's Atlanta Braves jersey so that they could assess and bandage the wound on her chest. He got into the ambulence, and they sped away, toward Middleton General Hospital.
'Damn it! Our little scuffle should have killed that bitch!' the mysterious individual thought as 'it' watched the 'medics take Mrs. Barkin away. When the activity cleared, 'it' stepped out from the hiding place. 'Oh well, I still have 'her' where I want 'her'. the shady one thought. "
COMMENTS:
First-Let me say that I love cetain sports, but baseball is not one of them. I'm more of a car racing fan instead. So the initials, if you caught them were only planned. I wanted to see how good the readers of this story are at catching clues because if you write down clues from every chapter you should be able to figure out who 'the figure' will turn out to be.
Second-es, if you guessed Steve Barkin, you'd be correct. He used to teaach with his wife until she transferred into another department within the high school.
Third-Again, who is this mysterious, shady character and how does 'it' know Martie Len Barkin? Also who is 'her'? Why does the shady figure want to sabbotage 'her'? All will be revealed in later chapters.
Please read and review, THANK-YOU! Your reviews are very much appreciated!!!
Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for what other reason than the investigation? And what other life-altering situations will Kim have to undergo?
Also- For the sake of not revealing who "the figure" is, I will sometimes refer to the person as 'IT'. So SORRY it took so long for the update and I would like to thank my reviewer(s).
Once Foes; Now Enemies...?
By raven vixen
Chapter 2- A Single Witness... (or are there more?)
" Next door, a single light had flicked on, shrouding the room in a soft, inviting glow. Up on the second floor someone was stirring. In the master bedroom, two people were laying in the bed. There was a man and a woman. The man was snoring loudly, thoroughly enjoying his existence in dreamland (one must wonder what he dreams about that would produce a wide smile during the slumber hours)(NO, NOT ANYTHING PERVERTED). However, the woman was not asleep; instead she was wide awake and breathing heavily. 'I think I was discovered. What should I do? Oh what should I do?' she fretted nervously. Then she heard a rap at the window which caused her to jump at least three feet in the air. The woman's jolt awakened the sleeping man beside her.
Slowly and with caution, she snuck a glance in the direction of the window. Her heartbeat slowly began to receed to normal when she realized that the sound was only a tree 'dancing in the wind,' as she would put it.
"Hey, Steve? You awake?" she asked the man beside her.
"I am now! What's your problem?!" he grumbled loudly.
"I think our neighbor's...d-de-de-dead," she stuttered.
"Go back to sleep, Martie. It was only a nightmare. Wake me when it's time to go to work," Steve mumbled, his head hitting the pillow and his eyes paying for another ticket to dreamland.
Martie watched as Steve rolled over and began snoring again. She closed her eyes, but she tossed and turned; she kept picturing the scene she had witnessed earlier. After what seemed like an hour, but was only five minutes, Martie decided that she couldn't sleep, so she got up and started pacing. She paced until she could see wear marks in the dark green carpet underfoot, in which she sat on the bed and thought about everything.
Seeing that she was not going to do anything but promote her guilt trip even further, she went down to the kitchen. In the kitchen, she got a glass of iced water to ease her frazzled nerve. She sat down at the table after turning on a light. Papers were scattered all over the table. The Middleton Enquirer was opened to the obituaries section. Her mouth grew into a frown. Everything that she thought about or looked at reminded her of the earlier events of the night, well morning. She glanced at the clock which read quarter to three in the morning. She layed her head down on the table. Fifteen minutes later, a sound brought her head back up. She searched the kitchen for the whereabouts of the noise-maker.
Glancing past the refrigerator, into the living room, she noticed a dark blur in the shadows. 'Oh no, why'd I have to see a murder?' she thought. Although she couldn't distinguish who it was, Martie could tell it was the same person who had slayn her neighbor. She didn't know what to do; screaming never occured to her jumbled mind. When the person was at her neighbor's house, she couldn't get a decent view of him or her, but now 'it' was as clear as day to Martie, well as clear as could be.
The intriguing figure moved closer to Martie; who began to run toward the stairs, but she was tripped by an outstretched foot. Martie went down to her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. A gloved hand cupped Martie's mouth from behind. She was then pulled to a standing position. Martie was trembling; her heart began racing again, and she didn't dare move. She let the figure move her body however 'it' wished--which was very roughly. All throughout the ordeal, the enigmatic individual was mute. Then 'it' turned Martie so that she was facing in the right direction and motioned for her to remain quiet. When the hand was removed from her mouth, Martie began filling her lungs and opened her mouth to scream, but she didn't get the chance; the person smacked her face hard enough to knock her down. She stayed on the floor, but that was a mistake, too, for the figure kicked her in the ribs. It took every bit of strenghth and will power that Martie possessed to not scream out in pain; she didn't want to anger this mysterious character any further.
Martie was pulled up by her shoulder-lenghth blonde locks with the figure staring her directly in the eyes, but Martie couldn't see the stare because it was hidden behind a mask. Even though Martie couldn't see the hateful gaze thrown her way because of there being no eye holes in the mask, the black cloaked soul could see her clearly. Gathering up enough courage, Martie asked, "Who are you?"
She received no answer in verbal form, however, a series of hand signals that Martie recognized as sign language, from when she taught the physically and mentally challenged at Middleton High School, gave her a response. The signals were conveying the message, "Before I kill you, YOU WILL PAY!" 'This person must know me, but how can I recognize 'it' if I can't even see the face?' Martie thought. At this point, Martie's adrenaline kicked in, and she began struggling and squirming to free herself. She struggled for about a minute before a shadowy limb came up and back-handed her. Even though Martie was two inches short of six feet tall, the five in a half foot tall dark individual was able to gracefully lift her up, off of her feet; this made her only struggle harder. Then an idea came to her oxygen deprived brain. As quickly as she had started, Martie quit struggling; she let her body go limp. While holding her breath, she thought, 'Good thing I was an excellent athlete (swimmer) when I was in high school'.
She was dropped to the floor. 'That was easier than I thought'. Looking around, the figure removed a glove and retreived a pocket-knife. Through a squinted eye, Martie saw this and her heart began to race wildly. She willed herself to calm down so that she would not be discovered 'alive'. However, the drumming of her heart filled the desolate room. Martie quickly shut her eye and held her breath again. The knife was slammed down, blade open, beside her face just barley missing her cheek by millimeters. Martie chanced a peek and got an excellent view of the knife; she was able to read what appeared to be the initials 'S.N.S.' on it and closed her eyes again. Without realizing what she was doing, she rolled away from the knife and directly into the figure's stout leg causing 'it' to topple.
Hearing the muffled thump, Martie rose to her feet, and made a run for the phone in the kitchen. The person slowly regained footing in the soft carpet while rubbing a sore spot on the forehead. The knife was pulled out of the carpet using very little force. 'It' stumbled after Marite who had already reached the phone. Reaching out and grabbing her, the shady individual pulled her toward itself with the blade outstretched and facing open skin.
Flash! Kaboom!
Martie jumped within the figure's arms; she looked out of the window only to discover that it had started thundering and lightning. 'Oh great! Another thing for me to overcome tonight! What else will go wrong?!'she thought. Again the kinfe was raised, a flash of lightning catching it and giving it a sickening glow, and brought down to slash Martie. 'I am NOT going to get out of this alive.' she thought, '... unless... That's it!' She began pulling out dishes and dropping them; then she ran the garbage disposal and the dishwasher. 'Whoosh!' The figure lit up the gloved hand and grabbed Martie who screamed in agony. Due to the large amount of excrutiating pain she felt, Martie's knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, grazing the blade of the knife as she went. She landed on the cold, hard tile floor, face-down, between the table and the refrigerator; a gash on her forehead began bleeding profusely, smearing the tiles with a dark crimson color. She rolled over and let her adrenaline carry her again. The collar of her shirt was grabbed, and she was hoisted avobe the individual's head. Martie didn't try to fake her death this time, but instead tried to kick or hit the person.
Suddenly, she was dropped to the floor as the figure whirled around to face the steps; something had startled 'it'. The gloved left hand glowed with a green fire as a warning to the intruder of the event, but 'it' was unable to see anything in the pitch black of the steps. The character turned back to Martie and slashed at her heart with the flaming hand. Martie lurched forward as the intended target had been struck. With Martie down, the shady figure hastily found an exit, through a window.
At this point, Steve cautiously crept from his hiding place to inspect Martie. From his line of vision, he could see that she was bloody all over her body, there were claw marks on the floor, and blood filled deep craters that looked to be made by a knife of some sort.
A loud moan brought him out of his astonishment; after glacing at all of the damage, he looked back at his wife, Martie who was laying in a crumpled heap in front of the refrigerator. A closer inspection revealed that she was barely breathing. He rushed to the phone and dialed "9-1-1".
"Middleton Police Department," a voice replied on the other end of the line.
"I need an ambulence, PRONTO," Steve bellowed into the receiver hysterically.
"Calm down sir. Where are you located?"
"68 East Sunder Street," he sobbed.
"I'll have an ambulence there right away, sir," with this said the connection was cut, and Steve went to Martie's side to try and comfort her in every way, possible.
Being in the military taught Steve that you never move an injured person, so he tried to keep Martie as comfortable as possible, until the ambulence arrived. Three minutes later, the ambulence arrived. As paramedics were loading Martie into the vehicle, one 'medic was questioning Steve about any problems that she might have...if she had any.
"Sir, what's her name?' the 'medic asked.
"Martie Len Barkin," he replied.
Steve watched as the 'medics cut Martie's Atlanta Braves jersey so that they could assess and bandage the wound on her chest. He got into the ambulence, and they sped away, toward Middleton General Hospital.
'Damn it! Our little scuffle should have killed that bitch!' the mysterious individual thought as 'it' watched the 'medics take Mrs. Barkin away. When the activity cleared, 'it' stepped out from the hiding place. 'Oh well, I still have 'her' where I want 'her'. the shady one thought. "
COMMENTS:
First-Let me say that I love cetain sports, but baseball is not one of them. I'm more of a car racing fan instead. So the initials, if you caught them were only planned. I wanted to see how good the readers of this story are at catching clues because if you write down clues from every chapter you should be able to figure out who 'the figure' will turn out to be.
Second-es, if you guessed Steve Barkin, you'd be correct. He used to teaach with his wife until she transferred into another department within the high school.
Third-Again, who is this mysterious, shady character and how does 'it' know Martie Len Barkin? Also who is 'her'? Why does the shady figure want to sabbotage 'her'? All will be revealed in later chapters.
Please read and review, THANK-YOU! Your reviews are very much appreciated!!!