Chap 2. A Failed Murder

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long but my beta (Venn) was buried in a maze of schoolwork and didn't find her way out until now.

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For those with a weak stomach, hold on because it mioght end up gory in this chapter, however I believe that the gore will only have it's part in the beginning of this chapter, after all this is not going to be a horror story, I just want to give this story a stable ground to stand on before I get to the fun part!

Disclaimer: I do not own one piece and this is purely fanfiction, the OC is mine and mine alone so no touchy!

Betad by Vendelareader

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As he had injected her body with the lethal poison she'd twitched and scurried away from him, thus breaking the needle and making the puncture wound bigger. Blood soon started gushing out from the broken end of the needle. A faint sound of footsteps could be heard and the turn of a lock being opened, this went by unnoticed though. For the boy was frozen in place, staring at the blood dripping down on her forearm and the white sheets underneath her.

It was beautiful.

The front door slammed shut and the boy almost screech in surprise of hearing someone else in the house, he hadn't even given a thought about the rest of the Walter family coming back home as he had laid out his plan. The boy took a quick glance at the closed bedroom door before he started his painfully slow retreat back to the open window, not wanting to make any sound that could give away his presence he tip toed carefully over the floor.

Three steps had the person outside the room moved towards his location as he himself had only moved one step towards the window.

He could feel the sweat trickle down his back as he came closer and closer to the window.
Regrettably enough he could hear how the footsteps was coming, moving a lot faster than he could possibly move himself. If the person on the other side of the door came in he would be found out. Fighting the urge to bolt he tried to quicken his pace just a little.

"Bass, it's me Dex! I need my charger!" a voice called from the hallway just a few meters away, opening doors and closing them as the person drew closer. Apparently it was her brother Dex that had returned, if he chose to believe the voice. Which sounded very much like Dex indeed. Her brother seemed to be looking for her in the bathroom, expecting to find her there, making herself ready for school. That happened to start later then usual since Mr. Burns was on sick leave with a broken leg.

He suddenly felt himself falling sideways, he had leaned to much to the right in an unconscious act of trying to get out of sight from the door. To stop the fall he moved his right foot farther to the right, without looking were or how he placed sound of paper being crushed echoed in his brain and to him it sounded as if a hazard of bombs had been blown off.

"BASS!" the voice called or more like roared, since the girl wasn't answering even though Dex had called her screwed up nickname three times already.

The boy's rapidly beating heart felt like it was going to explode but he retook control of his body and started to take bigger but slower steps towards the window, hoping that the quality of his steps would outmatch the quantity of steps her Brother was taking, moving him ever closer to the room.

Thud, thud, thud could be heard from the feet walking around outside on the carpeted floor. Suddenly the steps drew silent and a three time knock resounded on the bedroom to do, what to doooo?

He felt like wailing out loud but he kept silent. Moving as fast as he could, he was almost there! Just two more steps and then he will be out.

The door started to slide open, his heart was banging against his chest so badly that he couldn't hear anything besides the sound of his own heart beating.

THA-TUMP THA-TUMP THA-TUMP

The feeling of wanting to bolt like a scared animal in headlight grew to big and he sprinted the last two steps towards the window, making a huge racket on his way over but he didn't care. Behind him he could hear Dex shouting but he just ran and ran and ran. Feeling the final satisfaction of his deed when the brother's wail was heard just seconds later. It had sounded out that wench's name, the name of the person who had dared to dream."BEATRICE!"He had done it

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When he had opened the door to his sister's room he had been meet with a very unexpected sight, a teenage boy, that he was pretty sure he had seen sometime before, were standing in the room. The boy's whole complexion was frozen on the spot, this included the boys left hand that was currently holding something that looked somewhat like a syringe tough he couldn't see the needle even when the size of the syringe was impressive. As he called out:
"Hey you!"

the guy had not reacted the way he thought he would, instead of turning around so that he could see the boy's face the boy bolted after a quick glance towards his sister's bed. He was sure the boy didn't even register that he had looked towards his sister's direction before he jumped out through the window.

A sudden feeling of terror overcame him, he was afraid to look towards the bed but his body moved on it's own accord, all he wanted was to walk back to the corridor and re-do the whole scene. Knock on the door and open it up again to find the room in perfect disorder with the window closed to keep out the night's rain and he would wake his sister up and give her a scolding for once again stealing his things.

These were the thoughts that went through Dex brain as his head turned towards the bed in what felt like slow motion. His rabid thoughts that kept screaming too him to turn away silenced when his eyes witnessed the scene before him. The covers of the bed had been removed from her upper body and her left arm lay beside her, exposed to the chilly, humid air that swept in through the open window, the boy long forgotten Dex rushed toward his sister's bedside. A shout tearing itself free from his throat, it was shrill, broken and completely different from the kind of call he had done just a minute ago. He screams out her name not because he wants her attention but because he can't accept her unresponsive state."BEATRICE!"He soon discovers the cause of her state, a broken needle that's still stuck just below her elbow is a clue enough. Blood even oozed out of the broken end. It must have punctured a blood vessel, he dimly noted.

She moans in her sleep and Dex feels his body move again without him really controlling it, his hands moves towards the bed sheets and rips it apart. As she moans again his hands starts to work faster, grabbing hold of her arm solidly he lifts it up and binds the torn bed-sheet around her arm, tying it hard around it, stopping the blood flow and efficiently hindering the poison from spreading any further if its not yet to late.

Next he walks out briskly into the hallway, picking up the land-line, its barely used these days but their family haven't terminated the subscription yet. The feeling of surrealism hits him as someone on the other line picks up the phone and says:

"ARC, what's the problem and your name?"

It's a man voice that answers, calm but alert. A feeling of safety and comfort is what it's meant to convey. Dex feels like he's experiencing some sort of "outside of the body experience", he doesn't know what makes him sound so collected on the phone, 'cause' he blimey isn't!

"My sister has been poisoned, my names is Dex Walter and my sister's name is Beatrice Walter"
His answer seems so short and precise and he wonder how he can give such clear and fast answers when he feels so scared in reality.

"Is she conscious? We'll be sending an ambulance right away, please tell me the address and hang on to the phone."

The response to Dex reads. Yet again he feels how his mouth moves to form the correct answer as if he was reading it from a sheet of paper.

"We live on XXX street in the outskirts of south London, and no she isn't and she won't wake up"
Sounds of rustling paper and clicking noises as the man picks up another line to alert the hospitals and the likes is heard, within minutes he comes back to Dex and asks more questions.

"How was she injected with it, please tell me everything you know about the situation. Is she cold sweating, throwing up or having any kind of seizure?"

"I-I..." The sheet with right answers suddenly seems to disappear out of sight and he feels like a blind man, useless to the situation and he feels cold.

"Dex, can I call you that? Dex? My name's Joan" the man on the phone says, seemingly to sense that the young man was nearing a breakdown.

"Ye-yeah sure. I don't know. I don't know what happened I found her in bed with a needle in her arm. I stopped the blood flow to prevent the spreading of the injection" Dex mumbles into the phone feeling stupid, very much like when you don't know for sure if it's the right answer or not.

"That's very good Dex, you did just right. Now you need to be with your sister. Is she there with you?" Joan says giving Dex credit for his work and coaxing him into what to do.

Dex happily listens to the voice and allows it to guide him as he walks back to his sister's room, sitting down besides the bed, holding his sister's hand as shakes tear through her body, the man told him it was a seizure and Dex dimly remembers what that is from some kind of TV-series.
10 minutes passes and the paramedics arrive at the front door, they push him out of the way and rushes forward through the door to the far end of the hallway and he feels himself crumble to the floor in sobs.

A/N: So that's about it for chap 2, it's the double size of the first chap. Although I can't tell you for sure what seize the chaps will be some may be shorter and some may be freakishly long! However I'll try to keep it simple.

I'm sorry for the XXX street thing. I just couldn't decide if I should make a name up or just take a street name or do research. I ended up doing nothing since I was to lazy for research. Also I think, note the word THINK, that we'll get on with the real story in the next chapter, but I can't make any promises!
Review if you like or hate it and if you're still unsure you better get yourself an opinion in the next two following chaps so that I can get reviews!