Post by Ace on Oct 4, 2009 10:33:07 GMT -10
I decided to start a new thread for the rewritten story.
I have used many stories and many movies as my inspiration. I do not own them and I am not making any profit. I am just playing with the characters and some of the storylines. I do not mean to offend anyone and if I do, I apologize. Anything you recognize is not mine.
ONE OF THEIR OWN
INTRODUCTION
FIGHT! You gotta fight girl. You want to live… want to live… fight… so weak… tear the plastic… tear it apart… fight… hurts… pain.. no… must… FIGHT!
Fresh air hit her lungs and she screamed like a newborn baby as the air tore through her lungs. Then came the sweet satin darkness and claimed her. The City that never sleeps and its sounds continued on like nothing had happened. She was just another victim in the long line of them, just another Jane Doe.
Sometime later a phone rang somewhere in the city. The persistent ringing woke up detective Mac Taylor. Usually the man was calm and in control, but he was tired. It had bee a long day and all he wanted was a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. It was obvious that it was not going to happen so he gave up and answered. As soon as he hung up, he dressed hastily, even remembering to add the usual pin to the left side of his jacket. With that he was out of his door rushing to the crime scene.
“What we got detective?” Mac asked as he watched the rescue team haul a young woman to the ambulance.
“An injured officer, Jaqueline Caine. She is the only child of Horatio Caine of Miami.” answered detective Angel in a cold voice. She was mad because someone had dared to attack a fellow officer, almost killing her.
“She has multiple stab wounds, a broken arm…” Angel took a break before continuing, “…and she was wrapped in this.” She pointed to something on the ground. Mac’s eyes followed to where she was pointing at. He took a closer look and realized ‘it’ was a huge piece of plastic. While Mac was examining the plastic, Angel continued.
“And we also found this on top of her chest.” She smiled sadly as she held the evidence bag in her hand. The bag contained a badge. Mac also looked sad when he realized that is was Caine’s badge.
“Who called it in?” He asked as he marked the plastic as evidence.
“Mr. Stiglitz, Claus Stiglitz. He is homeless and always sleeps somewhere in this park. This is his territory, so to speak. He heard a car near, but this is New York after all, so he thought nothing of it. He told us that he was almost back to sleep when he heard a bloodcurdling scream and then it was unnaturally quiet. He found her and called to us from a phone booth. He is giving a statement at the station as we speak.” Angel told Mac.
“Has her father been informed of what has happened?” Mac asked worried. This was too much, his friend did not deserve this and neither did his daughter for that matter. Anyone who attacked a cop must either very stupid or they had nothing to loose, or both. Every cop in the city would be after them like bloodhounds and this time the victim was a daughter of a high profile cop. The assailant might as well put up a flare.
“Yes, Mr. Caine has been informed and he is on his way, but it will take several hours since he is flying here from Miami.” Angel answered.
The two detectives looked around; they would work hard, harder than ever to catch the culprit. And the sooner he or she was caught the better.
While Mac and his team were working the scene, the ambulance raced the streets to safe the life of officer Caine. In hospital the doctors and nurses did everything in their power to save her. But there is only so much they can do. In the end, it came down to the patient and whether the patient wanted to live or if they wanted to die.
Sometime later a man was once again wakened from sleep by the ringing of a phone. The young man cursed as his icy blue eyes met the gentle light of the early morning.
“Flack” he barked after finding the offending ringing thing. He hated being woken up at this ungodly hour, it never meant any good.
“Mr. Flack. This is nurse Bolton from the Lennox Hill Hospital. Do you know a young woman named Jaqueline Caine?”
Flack’s heart started to beat like an insane Easter bunny on meth when he heard the word hospital and the phone nearly slipped from his hands when he heard who was in there. ‘Alright Donny boy, collect yourself, act like a cop. You can do it.’
“Yes I do. I believe she named me as her emergency contact. Has something happened to her?” Useless question, he knew, but it was out before he could help himself. They would not be calling if everything was right and fine.
“Mr. Flack. She is in critical condition and we need you to come here… just in case.” Nurse Bolton told him.
“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Flack told her and closed the phone. ‘d**n you woman, what have you gotten into now? Was it that piece of s**t I warned you about? Jackie, darling… just hang in the, I am on my way…’
The way he was driving, he could be glad that he got to the hospital in one piece and in record time. He rushed in and headed straight to the reception.
“Hello. I am detective Don Flack. I got a phone call concerning Jaqueline Caine few moments ago.” He told to the woman behind the counter.
“Hello detective. I am nurse Bolton and the one to call you.” The woman told him. “If you would follow me.” She said and started to walk. Flack, naturally, followed.
“Please, can you tell me what happened to her? And more importantly how is she?” Flack was worried.
The nurse hid a smile. The man beside her was acting like a mother hen or like an over protective big brother… or like a concerned lover. She just couldn’t be sure. But he sure did get to the hospital very fast.
It was obvious that the woman fighting for her life meant a great deal to him. And she could understand his anxiety; these situations are never nice nor comfortable.
“All I can tell you is that se is out of the surgery. She had multiple stab wounds, some that were still bleeding when she was brought in. She also had a broken arm and two of her ribs were also broken. Most of her body is covered in bruises. She’s still in critical condition, but at the moment she is stable. The doctors did what they could and now it is in the hands of a higher power. All we can do now is pray and make her comfortable. Now it’s up to her and she seems to be fighter.” Nurse Bolton told him. She was never one for sugarcoating things.
Flack listened to her silently becoming sadder and sadder with each spoken word. He nodded in understanding. ‘Oh Jackie’.
“Has her father been contacted?” He finally asked.
Nurse Bolton nodded. “Yes, we have contacted him and so has the police.”
Flack was relieved. He hated telling the parents that their kids have been hurt or worse… killed.
“Can I see her?” He asked.
“I can take you to her, but unfortunately we cannot permit anyone enter her room except the hospital personnel.” She told him. His face was so sad that she wanted to hug him, tell him that everything was going to be alright. Of course she did no such thing.
Flack sighed dejectedly, “I understand. But when you go in… could you tell her… that I am here, even if she’s unconscious.” Nurse Bolton smiled and touched his shoulder to give him some comfort.
“I will and I will also explain it to her, why you cannot be there yourself, holding her hand.” Flack smiled a small sad smile at this.
I have used many stories and many movies as my inspiration. I do not own them and I am not making any profit. I am just playing with the characters and some of the storylines. I do not mean to offend anyone and if I do, I apologize. Anything you recognize is not mine.
ONE OF THEIR OWN
INTRODUCTION
FIGHT! You gotta fight girl. You want to live… want to live… fight… so weak… tear the plastic… tear it apart… fight… hurts… pain.. no… must… FIGHT!
Fresh air hit her lungs and she screamed like a newborn baby as the air tore through her lungs. Then came the sweet satin darkness and claimed her. The City that never sleeps and its sounds continued on like nothing had happened. She was just another victim in the long line of them, just another Jane Doe.
Sometime later a phone rang somewhere in the city. The persistent ringing woke up detective Mac Taylor. Usually the man was calm and in control, but he was tired. It had bee a long day and all he wanted was a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. It was obvious that it was not going to happen so he gave up and answered. As soon as he hung up, he dressed hastily, even remembering to add the usual pin to the left side of his jacket. With that he was out of his door rushing to the crime scene.
“What we got detective?” Mac asked as he watched the rescue team haul a young woman to the ambulance.
“An injured officer, Jaqueline Caine. She is the only child of Horatio Caine of Miami.” answered detective Angel in a cold voice. She was mad because someone had dared to attack a fellow officer, almost killing her.
“She has multiple stab wounds, a broken arm…” Angel took a break before continuing, “…and she was wrapped in this.” She pointed to something on the ground. Mac’s eyes followed to where she was pointing at. He took a closer look and realized ‘it’ was a huge piece of plastic. While Mac was examining the plastic, Angel continued.
“And we also found this on top of her chest.” She smiled sadly as she held the evidence bag in her hand. The bag contained a badge. Mac also looked sad when he realized that is was Caine’s badge.
“Who called it in?” He asked as he marked the plastic as evidence.
“Mr. Stiglitz, Claus Stiglitz. He is homeless and always sleeps somewhere in this park. This is his territory, so to speak. He heard a car near, but this is New York after all, so he thought nothing of it. He told us that he was almost back to sleep when he heard a bloodcurdling scream and then it was unnaturally quiet. He found her and called to us from a phone booth. He is giving a statement at the station as we speak.” Angel told Mac.
“Has her father been informed of what has happened?” Mac asked worried. This was too much, his friend did not deserve this and neither did his daughter for that matter. Anyone who attacked a cop must either very stupid or they had nothing to loose, or both. Every cop in the city would be after them like bloodhounds and this time the victim was a daughter of a high profile cop. The assailant might as well put up a flare.
“Yes, Mr. Caine has been informed and he is on his way, but it will take several hours since he is flying here from Miami.” Angel answered.
The two detectives looked around; they would work hard, harder than ever to catch the culprit. And the sooner he or she was caught the better.
While Mac and his team were working the scene, the ambulance raced the streets to safe the life of officer Caine. In hospital the doctors and nurses did everything in their power to save her. But there is only so much they can do. In the end, it came down to the patient and whether the patient wanted to live or if they wanted to die.
Sometime later a man was once again wakened from sleep by the ringing of a phone. The young man cursed as his icy blue eyes met the gentle light of the early morning.
“Flack” he barked after finding the offending ringing thing. He hated being woken up at this ungodly hour, it never meant any good.
“Mr. Flack. This is nurse Bolton from the Lennox Hill Hospital. Do you know a young woman named Jaqueline Caine?”
Flack’s heart started to beat like an insane Easter bunny on meth when he heard the word hospital and the phone nearly slipped from his hands when he heard who was in there. ‘Alright Donny boy, collect yourself, act like a cop. You can do it.’
“Yes I do. I believe she named me as her emergency contact. Has something happened to her?” Useless question, he knew, but it was out before he could help himself. They would not be calling if everything was right and fine.
“Mr. Flack. She is in critical condition and we need you to come here… just in case.” Nurse Bolton told him.
“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Flack told her and closed the phone. ‘d**n you woman, what have you gotten into now? Was it that piece of s**t I warned you about? Jackie, darling… just hang in the, I am on my way…’
The way he was driving, he could be glad that he got to the hospital in one piece and in record time. He rushed in and headed straight to the reception.
“Hello. I am detective Don Flack. I got a phone call concerning Jaqueline Caine few moments ago.” He told to the woman behind the counter.
“Hello detective. I am nurse Bolton and the one to call you.” The woman told him. “If you would follow me.” She said and started to walk. Flack, naturally, followed.
“Please, can you tell me what happened to her? And more importantly how is she?” Flack was worried.
The nurse hid a smile. The man beside her was acting like a mother hen or like an over protective big brother… or like a concerned lover. She just couldn’t be sure. But he sure did get to the hospital very fast.
It was obvious that the woman fighting for her life meant a great deal to him. And she could understand his anxiety; these situations are never nice nor comfortable.
“All I can tell you is that se is out of the surgery. She had multiple stab wounds, some that were still bleeding when she was brought in. She also had a broken arm and two of her ribs were also broken. Most of her body is covered in bruises. She’s still in critical condition, but at the moment she is stable. The doctors did what they could and now it is in the hands of a higher power. All we can do now is pray and make her comfortable. Now it’s up to her and she seems to be fighter.” Nurse Bolton told him. She was never one for sugarcoating things.
Flack listened to her silently becoming sadder and sadder with each spoken word. He nodded in understanding. ‘Oh Jackie’.
“Has her father been contacted?” He finally asked.
Nurse Bolton nodded. “Yes, we have contacted him and so has the police.”
Flack was relieved. He hated telling the parents that their kids have been hurt or worse… killed.
“Can I see her?” He asked.
“I can take you to her, but unfortunately we cannot permit anyone enter her room except the hospital personnel.” She told him. His face was so sad that she wanted to hug him, tell him that everything was going to be alright. Of course she did no such thing.
Flack sighed dejectedly, “I understand. But when you go in… could you tell her… that I am here, even if she’s unconscious.” Nurse Bolton smiled and touched his shoulder to give him some comfort.
“I will and I will also explain it to her, why you cannot be there yourself, holding her hand.” Flack smiled a small sad smile at this.
