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Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for waht other reasin 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'.
Once Foes; Now Enemies?
By raven vixen Chapter 3- Police Questioning and Paperwork
"Mr. Barkin spent day and night in the hospital with his wife, in room number fifteen. The room wreaked of cleanliness and antiseptic. All of the walls were painted white and only one door was there to serve as the entering and exiting point. The room was only large enough to house one patient and the machines that were needed. Around Mrs. Barkin were eight different machines (all that Mr. Barkin recognized from when he was injured in the war and he was hooked to them.
Mr. Barkin stayed by Mrs. Barkin's side 24/7, only leaving her side to go to the restroom or to get something to eat in the hospital's cafeteria. He listened to all of the machines whirring around her; and watched an i.v. drip. He could only assume that the doctors and nurses were keeping her sedated for the pain. He watched and listened until he finally dozed off in a chair next to her bed. He had slept well into the night when he heard a shrill, piercing whine. He jolted awake to discover that Martie's heart monitor was flat-lined and beeping. He pushed the nurse button and within 30 seconds, a nurse and a doctor were in the room. They wheeled Martie down to the emergency room with Steve following not far behind.
"Sir, you need to stay out here, in the waiting room," the E.R. technician said before entering the emergency room.
"Paging Dr. Possible. Paging Dr. Possible, report to the E.R. ASAP!" a voice boomed over a loudspeaker.
'Possible? I know that name, but from where? Who is she? How do I know her?' Mr. Barkin thought, but at this present time he didn't feel like thinking too hard about it. However, it hit him when he saw a beautiful red-haired woman run into the emergency room. 'That's it! I know her through...Kim Possible!' he thought.
About three hours later, Dr. Possible came out to talk to Mr. Barkin.
"Steve, sorry we have to talk under such dire circumstances. However, your wife is in serious condition at this point." she said.
Mr. Barkin nodded, and Dr. Possible continued, "when she first arrived, she was in a horrible state. We thought we had her in stable condition, but apparently not. The nurse who hooked her i.v.s up gave her the wrong amount of medication, and it was too much for her heart to take."
"So...is...is she going to be O...kay?" Mr. Barkin asked.
Dr. Possible shook her head making a 'yes' motion and began again, "fortunately, after two minutes, we were able to jump start her heart. It was slow at first, but we're giving the proper amount of medication to strengthen the beat. She is slowly recovering from the sedation we had to give, so as to help ease her pain, but she's not out of the water, yet. Tell me one thing; how did this hapen?"
Mr. Barkin looked around hesitantly; he didn't know if he could relive the events he saw. He now knew how Martie felt when he just shrugged her off.
"It's okay. You don't have to tell me-if you don't want to," Dr. Possible said.
"Dr. Possible, you have a phone call," the secretary said.
"Thanks Jenny," she replied with a smile as she got up to take the phone, "oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Barkin, your wife is being transported back to room 15 with some detectives. She requested that you be with her during the questioning," she said, turning back to Mr. Barkin. With that said, she began speaking on the phone while Mr. Barkin went back to room 15.
When Mr. Barkin entered the room, he noticed that the detectives were already there. Speaking with one detective, he found that they had honored his wife's wish-not starting without him.
"Alright, now that we're all here, we can begin," the head deputy started. He pulled out a tape recorder and turned it on. "OK! May we get your full name, ma'am?"
There was a short pause as everyone waited for her to answer.
"Mar...Mart...," she tried, but she began choking from the tubes protruding from her throat.
"It's Martie, Martie Len Barkin," Mr. Barkin answered. Marite gave him a small smile of gratitude. "Honey, you tell me with your hands and I'll translate it to them."
"Who are you, exactly, in relation to the two victims?"
Mr. Barkin raised an eyebrow, "two?"
Mrs. Barkin made a motion with her hands that Mr. Barkin understood as neighbor.
"Oh," he said, "Martie's my wife and the other victim is my neighbor. Martie saw what happened to our neighbor; I witnessed what happened to Martie."
"Which happened first? It's crucial that we have the events of the night in chronological order." the deputy stated. He pulled a paper out of the folder he was holding and began to jot down notes as he listened.
Steve looked to Martie; she gave a hand signal. "Martie says she saw our neighbor go down around two yesterday morning," Steve answered.
The detective looked to Martie and asked, "can you describe your neighbor so that we can compare the description with the body we found?" He watched her signals and then turned to Mr. Barkin, "what did she say?"
"She's only seen our neighbor a few times and doesn't even know his name, but she did get a good look at him and it's hard for her to forget what he looked like. He was kind of tall-about six feet; the only thing she ever saw him wear was a dark blue lab coat, black boots and gloves, and his hair was always pulled back into a rattail. His skin was blue and he had about a three inch scar running under his eye down his left cheek." Mr. Barkin translated. Martie began choking again. Mr. Barkin hit the nurse button, and began gently patting Martie's back. A nurse entered the room and then exited after seeing Mr. Barkin mouth the word "water". She re-entered a few minutes later with a cup of water; a straw was hanging over the side. After several sips, Marite's coughing fit ended. The detectives gave her a few more minutes before continuing the questioning session.
"You okay, now?" one asked.
She nodded her head yes.
"Will you take us through what you witnessed?"
Again Martie motioned with her hands and Steve translated, "I only saw the last minutes of the event, but what I did see scared me. How could anyone kill this nice man?"
"If this man is who we think he is, we would like to know, if you never really met him, how do you know he was nice?" one detective asked.
"He never seemed to get mad when I saw him out in the yard. Oh, but only if this one girl was not around was he docile. When the girl was around, he would yell at her or pout," Mr. Barkin translated for her.
"Please, describe this girl, for us," the head detective pleaded.
"Well, she was about five feet five inches tall; and her hair flowed down her back like a sea of black waves. Everytime I've ever seen her, she would be wearing a green and black jumpsuit with matching gloves and boots. One time, when I was out in the backyard, I looked over the fence because I heard a loud argument. The girl lit up her gloved fists; but the weirdest part is that instead of the fire being orange or red, it was green. She shot a green beam at his head, and if it hadn't been for a lawn chair in the way, he would have died headless that day. That was the worst argument yet, but everytime she was around after that, they would always end with the previous results." Ms. Barkin conveyed with her hands.
The detective wrote down the description and continued filling out the form.
"Now, can you fill us in on what hapened yesterday morning?"
Ms. Barkin continued with the hand gestures, "I awoke with a start for some reason. I'm not as heavy a sleeper as Steve. As I looked around our bedroom, a strange sight caught my vison outside the window, not to mention I was hearing weird noises coming from next door. His window was closed, yet the shades were flopping around as if in a strong breeeze. Then the shade came crashing down, and around two a.m., I saw a shadowy figure creep toward a fallen man, my neighbor, who was bleeding heavily. It looked as though my neighbor couldn't move. He was backed against the wall, so he couldn't move around too much. Then the mysterious figure removed the sheets from the bed and strangled him. That's the last thing I saw because I was so shocked that I left the window! I thought they had seen me; I was scared for my life. I couldn't convince Steve of what I had seen so I went downstairs, to get a drink of water and to calm down. Boy was that a mistake!" She got her cup of water and took a few sips (so that she would not start coughing again.
"What happened next?" the deputy questioned.
"I was feeling completely alone so I decided to try to catch up on the news; the first thing I saw was the Middleton Obituaries. Again, a huge mistake. Everything, it seemed, was reminding me of my neighbor's murder. The next thing I know, I'm struggling with someone who I assume to be the murderer. When I relaized that I would be alone the whole time, and there would be no escape, I began making as much racket as I could. It didn't seem to be working, but suddenly..." she started twitching violently. Mr. Barkin who was the closest to the nurse's call button, pushed it and then tried to help Martie. A nurse ran in, called for help, and when more doctors and nurses arrived, they prepped her for an i.v. drip of Epinephrine(EP) to get her heart pumping regularly again. The i.v. drip was administered and Martie calmed down a little. About two hours later, she lay in the bed barely moving.
Outside the room, Mr. Barkin was talking to the detectives, "I saw what happened to my wife." He began whispering, "I saw her go down, not once, but at least twice. I awoke to a thump downstairs. I noticed that Martie's side of the bed was empty, so I headed downstairs to see what was going on. While on the steps I saw an intruder and Martie was in that person's arms. I crept ever closer, choosing a hiding place on the other side of the couch, which is located near the steps." Mr. Barkin looked toward Martie and the doctors and nurses surrounding her and let the tears fall. "I want whoever did this to my wife to pay...dearly!" he sobbed.
"Uh, sir, could you continue your description of the events? It will help out tremendously in apprehending a suspect or suspects and in bringing all parties to justice."
Mr. Barkin cleared his throat and his thoughts enough to continue, "what else is there to say? I mean, it was a slender shady individual dressed in all black...WHO WANTED TO KILL MY WIFE!!!"
"We know that, but isn't there anything else you can tell us? Did this person leave anything suspicious behind? Like a note? An article of clothing; anything that could be considered a calling card?" the deputy asked.
Mr. Barkin thought a minute. "Now that you mention it, I remember seeing a silverish-green liquid on Martie's shirt, uh, right before the paramedics cut it,...right...over her...heart...and as I was getting into the ambulence, I overheard an officer investigating the crime scene say that a drop of...silverish-green liquid...over...heart of...dead...man; I, uh, huh-NOOOO!!!" Steve's eyes grew as large as saucers and his mouth hung open; everything in front of him was moving in slow motion as he came to terms with what was happening around him, "they're going to come back and kill Martie, too."
COMMENTS:
I know-very long chapter. It was only going to be longer because of how it was playing out in my head, but I wanted to end it. I still want the murderer to be a secret. Man, it is so hard to come up with the early chapters because later chapters and really neat ideas are playing out in the t.v owned by my imagination, but all will be revealed...hopefully soon! Until my next update...read and review...please and thank you!
I'M SO SORROY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS CHAPTER UP. I GOT DISHEARTENED WITH THIS STORY FOR A WHILE BEACUSE OF SOME WRITER'S BLOCK.
raven vixen out!
to be continued....
Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for waht other reasin 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'.
Once Foes; Now Enemies?
By raven vixen Chapter 3- Police Questioning and Paperwork
"Mr. Barkin spent day and night in the hospital with his wife, in room number fifteen. The room wreaked of cleanliness and antiseptic. All of the walls were painted white and only one door was there to serve as the entering and exiting point. The room was only large enough to house one patient and the machines that were needed. Around Mrs. Barkin were eight different machines (all that Mr. Barkin recognized from when he was injured in the war and he was hooked to them.
Mr. Barkin stayed by Mrs. Barkin's side 24/7, only leaving her side to go to the restroom or to get something to eat in the hospital's cafeteria. He listened to all of the machines whirring around her; and watched an i.v. drip. He could only assume that the doctors and nurses were keeping her sedated for the pain. He watched and listened until he finally dozed off in a chair next to her bed. He had slept well into the night when he heard a shrill, piercing whine. He jolted awake to discover that Martie's heart monitor was flat-lined and beeping. He pushed the nurse button and within 30 seconds, a nurse and a doctor were in the room. They wheeled Martie down to the emergency room with Steve following not far behind.
"Sir, you need to stay out here, in the waiting room," the E.R. technician said before entering the emergency room.
"Paging Dr. Possible. Paging Dr. Possible, report to the E.R. ASAP!" a voice boomed over a loudspeaker.
'Possible? I know that name, but from where? Who is she? How do I know her?' Mr. Barkin thought, but at this present time he didn't feel like thinking too hard about it. However, it hit him when he saw a beautiful red-haired woman run into the emergency room. 'That's it! I know her through...Kim Possible!' he thought.
About three hours later, Dr. Possible came out to talk to Mr. Barkin.
"Steve, sorry we have to talk under such dire circumstances. However, your wife is in serious condition at this point." she said.
Mr. Barkin nodded, and Dr. Possible continued, "when she first arrived, she was in a horrible state. We thought we had her in stable condition, but apparently not. The nurse who hooked her i.v.s up gave her the wrong amount of medication, and it was too much for her heart to take."
"So...is...is she going to be O...kay?" Mr. Barkin asked.
Dr. Possible shook her head making a 'yes' motion and began again, "fortunately, after two minutes, we were able to jump start her heart. It was slow at first, but we're giving the proper amount of medication to strengthen the beat. She is slowly recovering from the sedation we had to give, so as to help ease her pain, but she's not out of the water, yet. Tell me one thing; how did this hapen?"
Mr. Barkin looked around hesitantly; he didn't know if he could relive the events he saw. He now knew how Martie felt when he just shrugged her off.
"It's okay. You don't have to tell me-if you don't want to," Dr. Possible said.
"Dr. Possible, you have a phone call," the secretary said.
"Thanks Jenny," she replied with a smile as she got up to take the phone, "oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Barkin, your wife is being transported back to room 15 with some detectives. She requested that you be with her during the questioning," she said, turning back to Mr. Barkin. With that said, she began speaking on the phone while Mr. Barkin went back to room 15.
When Mr. Barkin entered the room, he noticed that the detectives were already there. Speaking with one detective, he found that they had honored his wife's wish-not starting without him.
"Alright, now that we're all here, we can begin," the head deputy started. He pulled out a tape recorder and turned it on. "OK! May we get your full name, ma'am?"
There was a short pause as everyone waited for her to answer.
"Mar...Mart...," she tried, but she began choking from the tubes protruding from her throat.
"It's Martie, Martie Len Barkin," Mr. Barkin answered. Marite gave him a small smile of gratitude. "Honey, you tell me with your hands and I'll translate it to them."
"Who are you, exactly, in relation to the two victims?"
Mr. Barkin raised an eyebrow, "two?"
Mrs. Barkin made a motion with her hands that Mr. Barkin understood as neighbor.
"Oh," he said, "Martie's my wife and the other victim is my neighbor. Martie saw what happened to our neighbor; I witnessed what happened to Martie."
"Which happened first? It's crucial that we have the events of the night in chronological order." the deputy stated. He pulled a paper out of the folder he was holding and began to jot down notes as he listened.
Steve looked to Martie; she gave a hand signal. "Martie says she saw our neighbor go down around two yesterday morning," Steve answered.
The detective looked to Martie and asked, "can you describe your neighbor so that we can compare the description with the body we found?" He watched her signals and then turned to Mr. Barkin, "what did she say?"
"She's only seen our neighbor a few times and doesn't even know his name, but she did get a good look at him and it's hard for her to forget what he looked like. He was kind of tall-about six feet; the only thing she ever saw him wear was a dark blue lab coat, black boots and gloves, and his hair was always pulled back into a rattail. His skin was blue and he had about a three inch scar running under his eye down his left cheek." Mr. Barkin translated. Martie began choking again. Mr. Barkin hit the nurse button, and began gently patting Martie's back. A nurse entered the room and then exited after seeing Mr. Barkin mouth the word "water". She re-entered a few minutes later with a cup of water; a straw was hanging over the side. After several sips, Marite's coughing fit ended. The detectives gave her a few more minutes before continuing the questioning session.
"You okay, now?" one asked.
She nodded her head yes.
"Will you take us through what you witnessed?"
Again Martie motioned with her hands and Steve translated, "I only saw the last minutes of the event, but what I did see scared me. How could anyone kill this nice man?"
"If this man is who we think he is, we would like to know, if you never really met him, how do you know he was nice?" one detective asked.
"He never seemed to get mad when I saw him out in the yard. Oh, but only if this one girl was not around was he docile. When the girl was around, he would yell at her or pout," Mr. Barkin translated for her.
"Please, describe this girl, for us," the head detective pleaded.
"Well, she was about five feet five inches tall; and her hair flowed down her back like a sea of black waves. Everytime I've ever seen her, she would be wearing a green and black jumpsuit with matching gloves and boots. One time, when I was out in the backyard, I looked over the fence because I heard a loud argument. The girl lit up her gloved fists; but the weirdest part is that instead of the fire being orange or red, it was green. She shot a green beam at his head, and if it hadn't been for a lawn chair in the way, he would have died headless that day. That was the worst argument yet, but everytime she was around after that, they would always end with the previous results." Ms. Barkin conveyed with her hands.
The detective wrote down the description and continued filling out the form.
"Now, can you fill us in on what hapened yesterday morning?"
Ms. Barkin continued with the hand gestures, "I awoke with a start for some reason. I'm not as heavy a sleeper as Steve. As I looked around our bedroom, a strange sight caught my vison outside the window, not to mention I was hearing weird noises coming from next door. His window was closed, yet the shades were flopping around as if in a strong breeeze. Then the shade came crashing down, and around two a.m., I saw a shadowy figure creep toward a fallen man, my neighbor, who was bleeding heavily. It looked as though my neighbor couldn't move. He was backed against the wall, so he couldn't move around too much. Then the mysterious figure removed the sheets from the bed and strangled him. That's the last thing I saw because I was so shocked that I left the window! I thought they had seen me; I was scared for my life. I couldn't convince Steve of what I had seen so I went downstairs, to get a drink of water and to calm down. Boy was that a mistake!" She got her cup of water and took a few sips (so that she would not start coughing again.
"What happened next?" the deputy questioned.
"I was feeling completely alone so I decided to try to catch up on the news; the first thing I saw was the Middleton Obituaries. Again, a huge mistake. Everything, it seemed, was reminding me of my neighbor's murder. The next thing I know, I'm struggling with someone who I assume to be the murderer. When I relaized that I would be alone the whole time, and there would be no escape, I began making as much racket as I could. It didn't seem to be working, but suddenly..." she started twitching violently. Mr. Barkin who was the closest to the nurse's call button, pushed it and then tried to help Martie. A nurse ran in, called for help, and when more doctors and nurses arrived, they prepped her for an i.v. drip of Epinephrine(EP) to get her heart pumping regularly again. The i.v. drip was administered and Martie calmed down a little. About two hours later, she lay in the bed barely moving.
Outside the room, Mr. Barkin was talking to the detectives, "I saw what happened to my wife." He began whispering, "I saw her go down, not once, but at least twice. I awoke to a thump downstairs. I noticed that Martie's side of the bed was empty, so I headed downstairs to see what was going on. While on the steps I saw an intruder and Martie was in that person's arms. I crept ever closer, choosing a hiding place on the other side of the couch, which is located near the steps." Mr. Barkin looked toward Martie and the doctors and nurses surrounding her and let the tears fall. "I want whoever did this to my wife to pay...dearly!" he sobbed.
"Uh, sir, could you continue your description of the events? It will help out tremendously in apprehending a suspect or suspects and in bringing all parties to justice."
Mr. Barkin cleared his throat and his thoughts enough to continue, "what else is there to say? I mean, it was a slender shady individual dressed in all black...WHO WANTED TO KILL MY WIFE!!!"
"We know that, but isn't there anything else you can tell us? Did this person leave anything suspicious behind? Like a note? An article of clothing; anything that could be considered a calling card?" the deputy asked.
Mr. Barkin thought a minute. "Now that you mention it, I remember seeing a silverish-green liquid on Martie's shirt, uh, right before the paramedics cut it,...right...over her...heart...and as I was getting into the ambulence, I overheard an officer investigating the crime scene say that a drop of...silverish-green liquid...over...heart of...dead...man; I, uh, huh-NOOOO!!!" Steve's eyes grew as large as saucers and his mouth hung open; everything in front of him was moving in slow motion as he came to terms with what was happening around him, "they're going to come back and kill Martie, too."
COMMENTS:
I know-very long chapter. It was only going to be longer because of how it was playing out in my head, but I wanted to end it. I still want the murderer to be a secret. Man, it is so hard to come up with the early chapters because later chapters and really neat ideas are playing out in the t.v owned by my imagination, but all will be revealed...hopefully soon! Until my next update...read and review...please and thank you!
I'M SO SORROY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS CHAPTER UP. I GOT DISHEARTENED WITH THIS STORY FOR A WHILE BEACUSE OF SOME WRITER'S BLOCK.
raven vixen out!
to be continued....