You ever notice how a day that started out pretty decently can go from good, to bad, to worse, to 'put me out of my misery' in less time than it takes to say 'Pharaoh who?' Well this was the case of this Monday for me. It's now late Monday afternoon, I'm sitting in the hospital with my right arm feeling like a pincushion and not feeling much of my left arm at all thanks to the drugs I've been on since I was wheeled into the emergency room this morning about six AM.
I know you're thinking. How can this been a good thing? Well the good part of the day has been and gone. I picked up Seto Kaiba at the airport this morning and spent a quiet hour watching TV and catching up on the local news while waiting for Mokuba to get up and ready for school. Things quickly went from good to bad the moment the cook came to me telling me that the delivery man that had come in to use the bathroom had not returned.
Ok, I could handle this. The Kaiba mansion is by no means a small place. The guy probably got turned around somehow and was wandering around. Starting with the first floor I got about halfway through looking through the rooms when Mokuba found me. He was the one that informed me that the guy I was looking for was on the third floor.
Third floor? That can't be right. No way could a person get THAT turned around in this place. Which left only one other conclusion; the deliveryman was in fact, a thief.
Thanks to Mokuba's tour of the mansion last Friday I knew that there were only two items of any significant value on the third floor. The records in the files and on the computer about Kaiba Corp and the Millennium Rod. At that point the stories that Mokuba had told me about the Millennium Items were on my mind and I suppose it made me a little paranoid. But I still worked my way upstairs after telling Mokuba to go call the police. This really wasn't a situation I wanted to handle.
When I reached the third floor I listened hard and didn't hear anything out of the ordinary until I heard the scratch of something against glass. Moving fast I pulled my own gun out of the shoulder holster I was using for the day. As I looked carefully into the room I watched as a man in dark clothes knocked a rather sizable hole in the casing around the Millennium Rod.
I had to act and act I did. Against all of my training I went for a direct confrontation. You might call me crazy for it, but in this case it was justified. There were other people in the mansion that I did not want getting hurt by this guy, Mokuba and Seto on the top of that list. Who knew what else this guy had planned.
I didn't see Mokuba in the doorway behind me, as I had my eyes pinned on the thief and finding out all I could about the situation. I was calm on the outside, but on the inside I was freaking out. This thief was far too calm and far too nonchalant about the situation he was in for my liking. I mean, how many people are that cool with a 9mm stuck in their face?
He moved to leave and I countered his move. No way was I letting him out of the mansion with that item. I may not believe all the junk about it having mystical powers, but it was an artifact and therefore worth a lot more than it looked on the black market.
His next move surprised me. He had a gun and when he pulled it he wasn't aiming for me. Instead, he was aiming at Mokuba. That scared and made me very very angry; not something you want to do if you are interested in your continued well-being. I take my job very seriously and with that to go on I dropped my berretta and snapped out with a cross body palm block with my right hand.
The maneuver worked. It got the aim of the gun off Mokuba but on the down side, the guy was either so surprised at my move or I just startled him that his finger closed around the trigger. The gun went off and I took the shot in my left arm. Note to self NEVER take a shot in the arm like that if I can at all help it. That REALLY hurt. For a few seconds though I had shock on my side so when the thief tried to make his escape I reached for the nearest available weapon that I knew how to use.
The dagger that was hidden in the Millennium Rod. Pulling that out I spun around to avoid any tricks that he would have pulled on me now and went to strike. It was a blind strike so I did not know at the moment that his back had been towards me as he had taken the moment of my inattention to make a break for it. The dagger had it hit from the front would have maybe punctured a lung or sliced him open, the result being that he would have been incapacitated and could have been taken into custody. I guess someone out there didn't see that for him since the strike somehow managed to pierce the backbone, and through to the heart.
I looked down at the body and then up at the door to see if Mokuba was all right. When I didn't see him I panicked slightly, the additional hit of adrenalin giving me the strength to make it to the doorway and out into the hall. I didn't know if the guy had an accomplice or anything so Mokuba's disappearance was a large concern for me. I don't know how far down the hall I got, as everything was beginning to blur for me blood loss and pain ganging up on me to try and push me down into unconsciousness. I do know that I heard footsteps running up the stairs and when they rounded the corner they were the footsteps of Mokuba and Seto.
Mokuba must have run down to Seto's room to get him as soon as the shot had gone off. But I had to be sure he was ok. I looked him over from my leaning position in the hallway and as my mind registered that he was ok it also shut down. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up at the hospital. I'm still a little groggy from the meds but not nearly as much as I was when I first woke up. I'm hoping the doctors will let me out of here by tonight so I can go back to work in however a limited fashion as they'll let me.
One thing has been bugging me a little. Ever since I woke up and remembered what happened I've been strangely devoid of the feelings of guilt that I thought would accompany the act of killing someone. Perhaps I'm still in psychological shock from it and those feelings will come back in later.
In any rate, I am not certain how this will be handled. I know that the law is that if the person is a threat to you on your property, you are justified in removing that threat in any possible. But the Kaiba mansion isn't my property and the threat wasn't directed at me. Will I be called up on charges, guilty of manslaughter at best, murder at worst? I also wonder how Mister Kaiba will see this. As the CEO of a company he might take dim view of it even if it did save the life of his brother.
Bah! Nothing will get done worrying like this. Yet I can't help it. I'm stuck here with nothing to do so my mind is doing something to while away the time. Who knows what's going to happen. I sure as hell don't.
- Chance Castner
Chance lay back a little as she carefully flexed her right hand to ease the cramping from writing. She wasn't allowed to have her laptop due to the fact that she was too close to the ICU, but a notebook had been procured for her as well as a pen so that she could do some writing. The Kaibas had been notified that she was awake and now all she was doing was worrying, waiting and hoping that she'd be allowed to leave this place before her mind came up with any more torments for her.
It wasn't long after that that she heard the brisk footsteps that she had learned over time was the pace of Seto with the slightly faster footfalls being Mokuba keeping up. Looking at the door she watched as the brothers entered the room after she motioned that it was ok for them to come in. There was a look of concern in Mokuba's eyes while there was a set look of something that looked to be a cross of annoyance mixed with concern and indifference. It was such an unusual look that Chance found herself looking, trying to memorize the features, a bit longer than she had intended. When she caught herself she motioned to the chairs. "Pull up a seat. Unless you're here to spring me from this place."
Mokuba smiled slightly at the bravado and the implied joke about the hospital being a prison. Seto on the other hand looked at her with a quelling stare and spoke only a few words. "You have some explaining to do."
I know you're thinking. How can this been a good thing? Well the good part of the day has been and gone. I picked up Seto Kaiba at the airport this morning and spent a quiet hour watching TV and catching up on the local news while waiting for Mokuba to get up and ready for school. Things quickly went from good to bad the moment the cook came to me telling me that the delivery man that had come in to use the bathroom had not returned.
Ok, I could handle this. The Kaiba mansion is by no means a small place. The guy probably got turned around somehow and was wandering around. Starting with the first floor I got about halfway through looking through the rooms when Mokuba found me. He was the one that informed me that the guy I was looking for was on the third floor.
Third floor? That can't be right. No way could a person get THAT turned around in this place. Which left only one other conclusion; the deliveryman was in fact, a thief.
Thanks to Mokuba's tour of the mansion last Friday I knew that there were only two items of any significant value on the third floor. The records in the files and on the computer about Kaiba Corp and the Millennium Rod. At that point the stories that Mokuba had told me about the Millennium Items were on my mind and I suppose it made me a little paranoid. But I still worked my way upstairs after telling Mokuba to go call the police. This really wasn't a situation I wanted to handle.
When I reached the third floor I listened hard and didn't hear anything out of the ordinary until I heard the scratch of something against glass. Moving fast I pulled my own gun out of the shoulder holster I was using for the day. As I looked carefully into the room I watched as a man in dark clothes knocked a rather sizable hole in the casing around the Millennium Rod.
I had to act and act I did. Against all of my training I went for a direct confrontation. You might call me crazy for it, but in this case it was justified. There were other people in the mansion that I did not want getting hurt by this guy, Mokuba and Seto on the top of that list. Who knew what else this guy had planned.
I didn't see Mokuba in the doorway behind me, as I had my eyes pinned on the thief and finding out all I could about the situation. I was calm on the outside, but on the inside I was freaking out. This thief was far too calm and far too nonchalant about the situation he was in for my liking. I mean, how many people are that cool with a 9mm stuck in their face?
He moved to leave and I countered his move. No way was I letting him out of the mansion with that item. I may not believe all the junk about it having mystical powers, but it was an artifact and therefore worth a lot more than it looked on the black market.
His next move surprised me. He had a gun and when he pulled it he wasn't aiming for me. Instead, he was aiming at Mokuba. That scared and made me very very angry; not something you want to do if you are interested in your continued well-being. I take my job very seriously and with that to go on I dropped my berretta and snapped out with a cross body palm block with my right hand.
The maneuver worked. It got the aim of the gun off Mokuba but on the down side, the guy was either so surprised at my move or I just startled him that his finger closed around the trigger. The gun went off and I took the shot in my left arm. Note to self NEVER take a shot in the arm like that if I can at all help it. That REALLY hurt. For a few seconds though I had shock on my side so when the thief tried to make his escape I reached for the nearest available weapon that I knew how to use.
The dagger that was hidden in the Millennium Rod. Pulling that out I spun around to avoid any tricks that he would have pulled on me now and went to strike. It was a blind strike so I did not know at the moment that his back had been towards me as he had taken the moment of my inattention to make a break for it. The dagger had it hit from the front would have maybe punctured a lung or sliced him open, the result being that he would have been incapacitated and could have been taken into custody. I guess someone out there didn't see that for him since the strike somehow managed to pierce the backbone, and through to the heart.
I looked down at the body and then up at the door to see if Mokuba was all right. When I didn't see him I panicked slightly, the additional hit of adrenalin giving me the strength to make it to the doorway and out into the hall. I didn't know if the guy had an accomplice or anything so Mokuba's disappearance was a large concern for me. I don't know how far down the hall I got, as everything was beginning to blur for me blood loss and pain ganging up on me to try and push me down into unconsciousness. I do know that I heard footsteps running up the stairs and when they rounded the corner they were the footsteps of Mokuba and Seto.
Mokuba must have run down to Seto's room to get him as soon as the shot had gone off. But I had to be sure he was ok. I looked him over from my leaning position in the hallway and as my mind registered that he was ok it also shut down. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up at the hospital. I'm still a little groggy from the meds but not nearly as much as I was when I first woke up. I'm hoping the doctors will let me out of here by tonight so I can go back to work in however a limited fashion as they'll let me.
One thing has been bugging me a little. Ever since I woke up and remembered what happened I've been strangely devoid of the feelings of guilt that I thought would accompany the act of killing someone. Perhaps I'm still in psychological shock from it and those feelings will come back in later.
In any rate, I am not certain how this will be handled. I know that the law is that if the person is a threat to you on your property, you are justified in removing that threat in any possible. But the Kaiba mansion isn't my property and the threat wasn't directed at me. Will I be called up on charges, guilty of manslaughter at best, murder at worst? I also wonder how Mister Kaiba will see this. As the CEO of a company he might take dim view of it even if it did save the life of his brother.
Bah! Nothing will get done worrying like this. Yet I can't help it. I'm stuck here with nothing to do so my mind is doing something to while away the time. Who knows what's going to happen. I sure as hell don't.
- Chance Castner
Chance lay back a little as she carefully flexed her right hand to ease the cramping from writing. She wasn't allowed to have her laptop due to the fact that she was too close to the ICU, but a notebook had been procured for her as well as a pen so that she could do some writing. The Kaibas had been notified that she was awake and now all she was doing was worrying, waiting and hoping that she'd be allowed to leave this place before her mind came up with any more torments for her.
It wasn't long after that that she heard the brisk footsteps that she had learned over time was the pace of Seto with the slightly faster footfalls being Mokuba keeping up. Looking at the door she watched as the brothers entered the room after she motioned that it was ok for them to come in. There was a look of concern in Mokuba's eyes while there was a set look of something that looked to be a cross of annoyance mixed with concern and indifference. It was such an unusual look that Chance found herself looking, trying to memorize the features, a bit longer than she had intended. When she caught herself she motioned to the chairs. "Pull up a seat. Unless you're here to spring me from this place."
Mokuba smiled slightly at the bravado and the implied joke about the hospital being a prison. Seto on the other hand looked at her with a quelling stare and spoke only a few words. "You have some explaining to do."