Chapter 3: Part II and Chapter 4

"Yeah, and that metal bucket on wheels of yours is completely sensible," I shot back as I pulled out of the parking space, and zoomed out of the nearly empty parking lot. Streetlights flashed overhead, spilling light momentailrily on the interior of my car, illuminating Tony and my faces, quiet and thoughtful.
About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the morgue. I pulled into a parking space in the nearly empty lot except a couple cars, and looked at the square, white building. The windows were filled with light, and Tony groaned.
"What?" I pulled the car into park, and began to get out.
"You reminded me of something. I have to call my godfather," Tony got out.
I was laughing the whole way as we walked up the stairs, and through the glass and metal double doors.

Chapter 4

The reception desk was empty when we entered, so we walked into the back, trying to find someone. Well, someone alive, anyway.
"Hello?" I called as we walked slowly into the room, both of our noses twitching at the sickly, over-sanitized scent that lingered throughout the room.
"Anyone alive?" Tony said loudly, his voice amplified by the blindingly white linonoleum walls and mathcing floor tiles.
"SO not funny, Tony," I chided as we moved down a hall, and through another set of double doors.
The room we entered looked the same as the one before, with the same white walls and floor, the same rows of metal squares, all clearly marked, with sturdy looking handles, and the same sickening, overly-clean smell. The only difference was the figure of a small man at the other end of the room, his back to us. His body seemed to quiver, encased in a white lab coat.
"Hello?" we ventured slowly forward.
"Are you alright?" I asked the white lab coat, as the man's face was not seen. Nor, much of the man, for that matter. I began to walk towards him, when a small gasp was heard, and the tip of what seemed to be a very long knife, gleamed out of the back of the lab coat, shining despite its rather bloody journey.
"Holy-" the words shriveled up in my throat. Then, with a sick sucking sound, the dagger was slid out of the man, causing his blood to web through the fabric, creating what seemed to be a web fit for only the spiders of Hell.
The man fell back, at last showing his face, convulsed in terror and pain. But there was a glint in his eye, as if he hated what he saw. I raised my eyes in time to see a tall, lean man, with raven black hair that brushed his upperarms and pale face. He was squatted on the autopsy table, fully clothed and in a lab coat. He looked down at the fallen figure and smiled.
"See mate, sometimes you've just got to listen to me," he then grinned, flashing straight, white teeth, with incrediblely pointed caninces, and looked up at me. "I always get what I want."
Memories it me like a splash of cold water when I heard the Australian accent. I then knew who called me, and who has been watching me since I took Anna off that street.
"Ick! Is that sanitary?!" Tony's voice broke me from my train of thought. I glanced, and saw the man still on the autopsy table, very effectively licking the blood from the dagger, like a child with a lollipop.
"Rapheal," I smiled grimly. "It's been a while."
"Nikki," Rapheal grinned wider. "It's so nice to know that tonight, you die."
Still grinning, his skin seemed to melt away. His body became gray, and his black hair melted into his skull, leaving behind snowy white, long hairs, wispy and blowing in a wind I couldn't feel. Rapheal's face contorted, became wrinkled and scrunched up. His eyes became complete blackness, and a glint of madness flashed through them. His feet exploded from his shoes, showing long, grisly toes. His hands did likewise, and his nails became sharp and yellowed. The glistening fangs, still stained with blood, enlargened, becoming sharper, and more deadly.
Giving a roar that shook the very air in the air, Rapheal bolted off the autopsy table with amazing grace and agility, and flew at Tony and me, his hand aimed at my heart.
--> Mom says I have to go to bed, so I'm forced to leave you in suspense. Sorry!

Continuation of No Title

So, I'm back and ready to do this wonderful thing of copying my written words to the computer. Yay! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Ok, where is she?" I sidestepped a small puddle as I talked to a short, fat, and obviously nervous officer whose tag said McGee.
"She had a few bullets in that gun, but shot a tree, the ground, and the side of one of our squad cars. She dropped the gun, and is now sitting in the middle of the street."
I nodded, "Alright, I'll take care of it."
The officer's eyes widened in shock. I groaned inwardly. I know I looked younger than my twenty-nine years, despite my profession. But I always get incrediblely annoyed when someone thinks I'm just some kid trying to play with fire.
Stepping over the tape, I strode to where the girl was sitting. She had her knees to her chest, and her arms pulled so tightly around them her knuckles were shite. She rocked slightly, causing her plain, white cotton gown and dark hair, both damp from the storm, to sway slightly. I stooped down about five feet from her, facing her head on.
"Hey," I said softly. Her head jerked up, and through the matted ahir, I saw two large, dark, empty eyes staring back at me.
She stared at me, her eyes boring into mine. I looked back at her, and when I did, her eyes sparkled, and she began to laugh. I smiled, but it soon dropped from my face when her laughter became hysterical. I slowly approached her, slipping the tranquilizer gun out of the inside of my jacket. When I did, she stopped laughing.
"What's your name?" I asked quietly.
"Anna," her voice was small and squeaky, as if she was talking through a chokehold.
"Why were you laughing?"
Without warning, her face twisted up into a sneer, and she began to speak rapidly in a strange language.
"What the hell is that?!" McGee screamed in a high pitched voice. I shot him a look, and turned back to her. I glanced behind her, and saw the news crew that's been filming us the whole time.
"They are coming!" Anna's voice screeched. She began rocking faster. The dark, empty eyes rolled around and around, ending with only seeing the whites of her eyes. The wind roared up around us. I thought I heard myself scream, but I'm not sure. I struggled towards Anna, and shot the tranquilizer into her arm.
Anna's eyes came back, and her pupils shrunk. Clear blue contrasted the blackness that eclipsed it. Her breathing became ragged, her chest heaving against her knees. The wind stilled, and water from the puddles and the fallen leaves sprinkled down around us. Anna sighed, unclasped her hands, and fainted.
"Looks like the sedative kicked in," Tony came up beside me. "What was she saying before?"
"I don't know," I looked over at the cameras. "But I intend to find out."

My eyes burned, and I stared hard at the screen, hearing Anna speaking rapidly in that horrible language. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. It made no sense. What was that language? If only I knew-
"Romanian!" Tony burst through the stainless steel door, revealing the long, well-lit hallway that led from the front reception, and Tony's office.
"What?" I blinked and paused the tape.
"What Anna was saying. The language is Romanian."
"Do you know what she said?"
"No."
"Well then," I swiveled away from my metal desk and stood up. "Let's find someone who does."

Chapter 3

After wandering around, calling everyone we knew, and checking on Anna in her cell, Tony and I stood there, watching her sleep on the cot. The whole hall was lined with the same kind of thick metal doors. Beyond the hall to my right, was a high criss-crossed metal fence, with a door inside. I keypad opened and closed it. Beyond that was another hall, lined with more doors. This time, they're still metal, but thinner, and seemed much more inviting. My office was the closest. Beyond that was Tony's office, and our arsenary. This room was under lock and key, and only Tony and I knew where the key was.
"Look at her," Tony murmered. "She's sleeping like an angel."
"I wonder where she came from," I looked at Anna, who did look so peaceful.
"Nikki, that's not our job."
"I know."
"We're psycho ward field police."
"I know," my own voice sounded exasperated. "and we make about $15 grand each month."
"Because we're good at what we do," Tony finished for me.
"Still," I sighed and leaned against the door, looking through the window in the door.
Tony let it go, and also looked at her.
"Wait a minute," Tony swiped his card through the scanner, and the door creaked open.
"Wasn't her hair dark red before?" He leaned to Anna. "Now it's brown."
"Hmm," I touched her hair lightly. It was sticky. As I pulled my hand back, my eyes widened, and I gasped. My fingertips were stained a dark red. I knew immediantly it was blood.
"Oh, dear God," I fell back against the wall, and covered my mouth with my clean hand, as I tampered down the rising nausea within me.
"What's wrong?" Tony caught my head before I carelessly slammed against the wall as I slowly sank myself down to the ground.
"Get a medic," I said hoarsely, staring at my hand.

After two hours, Tony and I were standing in the medical wing, waiting for the test results. I shifted from one foor to the next, trying to get myself to calm down. Tony sensed my uneasiness.
"Nikki, they said she was fine," his arm dropped around my shoulders.
"Well, I still want to know what the blood is," I shook off his arm.
"Looked real to me."
"No shit," I grumbled. "They said it wasn't her blood. The DNA didn't match.
just then, a tall, lean man with a thin mustache strode through the white swinging doors, and into the overly-sanitized waiting room, stopping in front of us.
"Miss Arling? Mr. Ragatti?" our medic, Dr. Merriton nodded to both of us. I snorted hearing Tony's last name. All his childhood, Tony was nicknamed "Ragu" by the neighboring kids, until Bobby Chow said he was just like Ragu: stupid. tony's touchy about his intellligence, so he broke Bobby's nose. They were both ten at the time.
tony shot me his "don't-mess-with-me" look, and turned bakd to Dr. Merriton.
"We found a match in the blood's DNA," Dr. Merriton produced a folder and handed it to Tony. "You'll find him at the city morgue."
"And you said connections with the FBI would never come in handy, "I grinned at Tony as I plucked the folder from his hands. "Let's go see this guy."
"Nikki. He's dead."
"Have you no respect for the deceased? Honestly, your godfather would be ashamed."
"Ah, shut up."
I walked to the front of the building, grabbing my coat and car keys along the way. Tony followed suit, and we both got into my Mercedes-Benz.
"Why don't you get a sensible car?" Tony grumbled as he sank down into the seat.
Tell the rest later!

No Title Is Now on the Internet!!!!

Guess what's back....back again....this story's back...go tell a friend :-P When I was in middle school, about...oh....two years ago, I made this story in a journal that was meant to be for my friend Liz. I have decided to pick up the story where I left off, but now it's ONLINE!!!!! So I'll be able to keep my cross country buddies up to date AND still get to write, which for me, gives me more creative flow then typing. So, I'm proud to present: Chapter One and Two of what I called: No Title!!! Seriously, there's no title...any suggestions? Comment me back.

Chapter One

I take care of the disturbed. It's my job, really. I've seen them all. The depressed, the angry, the ones that think they're the oddest things. One patient thought he was a pineapple. But I remember Anna clearly. That's because she was different. She nearly got me killed.
Yawning widely, I rolled one eye over to my computer screen. The screen saver danced around, and I watched it with interest, since it was more exciting than what I was doing. Which was nothing.
"Hey, don't fall asleep," a voice came from the doorway. I swiveled around in my chair, and grinned at the dark haired Italian leaning against the door frame. Tony grinned back, his brown eyes sparkling.
"If I fell asleep," I replied coyly. "What would you do about it?"
"I'd have to spank you."
I laughed at his reply. Being two years my senior, Tony always wanted to take care of me. Or have sex with me. I have no idea why he had this sexual attraction to me, since he knew me when I was five, running around in a plaid jumper, and screaming "I'm a birdie!" repeatedly.
"Don't worry Tony," I stretched over the back of my chair. "I'll stay awake."
"Good," he replied. He crossed to my computer, and tapped the mouse, scattering the screen saver and saw what I was doing earlier.
"God Nikki," he said in mock disgust. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Hey, Solitaire is a very challanging game," I argued.
"Well, if one of the patients goes nuts, you better not be playing this."
"Yes sir," I fake saluted.
"Remind me to fire you."
I saluted again, this time standing up at attention. Tony laughed and pulled me close to him. His lips were a fraction from mine when the phone rang on my desk.
"We'll continue this later," I whispered to him as I pulled away.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Arling?" the voice on the other end sounded frantic.
"This is she."
"We need you down at Main St."
"What's wrong?"
"A young girl is wandering around, and she has a gun."

"Where are you going?" Tony inquired as I began to pack tranquilizers into my stout gun. I also began loading a small calibur with blank bullets.
"Those are blanks, right?"
"Of course. I know the rules. 'Never hurt the patient'."
"Good, now answer the first question."
"Main St. A girl's wandering in the road with a gun."
"Jesus Christ," Tony grabbed his jacket and the calibur.
"Where do you think you're going?" I grabbed my own jacket.
"With you," was his only reply.
"What if one of the patients goes nuts?" I asked teasingly.
"One, they're already nuts, two, I'm the boss, I have to go, and three," Tony pulled the handle next to my computer screen. "the security system's on. Nothing can get past it."
"Whatever," I turned out the lights and walked out of my office.
"Don't you 'whatever' me," Tony snapped as he locked the door behind him and pocketed the key.
"Fine, whatever," I threw a look over my shoulder to show I was kidding, and we went down the elevator to the garage.
"I can't believe I let you talk to me like that," Tony grumbled as he slid behind the wheel of his battered pick-up.
"Because I know when to not let your ego outgrow your head," I snapped my seatbelt, and grabbed my phone as it started to ring.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Nikki," the voice on the other end was low and raspy.
"Who is this?" Tony glanced over at me, hearing the tension in my voice. I locked eyes with him and gave him a "I-don't-know" shrug.
"You don't remember me? Well, you soon will."
"What are you talk-" I stopped myself. The connection was dead.
And there's Chapter One. Chapter Two will come when my sister will one day let the computer open this week, and I odn't have a bunch of stuff to do :-)

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My best friend Lauren is being run over by some egotistical bitch who's causing her brother to borrow money from her, and they both suck, and they CLAIM they're in love, but it's SO BAD!!! It makes me so mad!!!!! Why did the family open up their home to her? WHY?!?!?!?!? Holy son of a-....it just makes me so mad! They're both so immature, and it just ticks me off. And get this: the girlfriend is pregnant. And it's not even his! Why are they doing this? What is wrong with him??? He's such a cocky asshole! And when he falls, he falls hard, and then they don't give a shit because they're too wrapped up with their own problems and they don't see how he's just messed up.....gaaaahhh......

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My life's so complicated at the moment. I have people who I can't trust, men who seem to want me, but can't tell me that. Me wanting men who are too brainless to notice....gah!