Tantiedan: The Awakening
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
705
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Inside the ICU
TANTEIDAN: Inside the ICU
Outside of the church, a news reporter spoke loudly into a mic, trying desperately to be heard over the sirens.
“…the night comes to an end as the ambulance arrive and take away the wounded; but, can we ever know the truth behind it all? What could drive a grandfather to try and murder his own grandchildren? Who would shoot their uncle in cold blood?
“For KINS 4 News…,” she stopped as a stretcher rolled behind her, a man lying unmoving upon it.
“No comment,” Mark said, rushing into the ER. The press was having a field day with this one. The headlines were full of misinformation about what had happened. (“Boy Shoots Cop,” was among the blunt and less creative.)
Mark walked into the waiting room where the twins sat.
“How is he?” Shigi asked.
“He’s in surgery…,” explained Mark.
Jatin sat with his face buried in his hands. Mark stood before him.
“It’s not your fault; you couldn’t have known he was…”
“Where is he?”
“He…must’ve escaped in all the commotion.”
“And you aren’t going to do a damn thing about it? You aren’t trying to find him?”
Mark sighed. “He could be halfway around the world by now.”
“Then you’ve got a plane to catch!” Jatin screamed, looking for someone else to blame for what he had done.
Shigi spoke up, “Is he going to make it?”
Mark bent low, “Of course he is. He’ll be fine-ya’ hear? Don’t think like that, okay?”
Shigi nodded, rubbing her eyes. She sniffed, “Okay.”
“Relax,” Mark said. “Don’t think about it.” He looked around the room, stopping on a pile of board games and some Lego’s. he picked up the box containing Clue! and handed it to Shigi.
“Here, this’ll take your mind off of this for a while.”
Shigi set up the game and sighed. Jatin sat still. He stole a glance at her torn gown and her bandaged arm.
It’s okay, she thought. C’mon, J., play with me!
Jatin nodded and started for the table.
“You two are in some state…I’m going to go and see what I can do about getting you both something decent to wear.”
They waited for hours. Empty soda cans lay crushed on a corner of the table. They played on, Jatin frustrated all the while. Bags of potato chips lay half-filled in various corners of the room; they hadn’t been too hungry. They had nowhere to be, no home. Mark had long ago left for work; to compile a report and question their friends. That was how he was dealing with things, the twins just played on and waited.
The man walked up the hallway and opened the glass door to the room. As he opened his mouth to speak, Shigi burst into tears.
“He’s going to be okay.”
Jatin hugged the man.
“Th-thank you.”
“Is he awake?” Shigi inquired.
“No, but only for a little while; he should be up soon.”
“Can we see him?”
The man led them to a room.
“Mr. Brown is in here.”
Jatin stopped. “Brown? No, no, no, you don’t understand! We want to see Wash-” he stopped.
The clipboard attached to Wash’s footboard bore the legend: Brown, George W.C.
“W-C? What does that stand for?”
“Washington Carver,” a voice from the bed spoke up.
“Nice to see you up,” the doctor said. “How’re you feeling?”
“Alive, I’m sure.” Wash said groggily.
“You’ve got visitors, Mr. Brown.”
“I can see that, thank you.”
“Do you feel up to the visit?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot to ask them: how are they related to you exactly?”
Wash thought this over.
“Well, that young man,” he indicated Jatin, “is the man who shot me, and that,” he indicated Shigi, “is his sister.”
The doctor picked up the clipboard and jotted down a few notes.
“It’s nice to see your sense of humor is still intact.”
The doctor exited, just as Mark Brandon was entering.
“Hey! Wash, how ya’ feeling?”
“Okay, but if anyone else asks me that then they won’t be.”
The steady beeping of the EKG filled the room for a few minutes. Finally, Wash asked the question they had all been contemplating.
“Did we get him?”
Mark shook his head. “No, but we will.”
Jatin slipped, “I’m sorry, Wash…I didn’t mean to-”
Wash cut him off. “Don’t, Jatin. Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do.”
“But I did-”
“Don’t. Do you understand?”
There was a knock on the door.
“C’mon in,” Mark called.
The Asian woman walked in.
“Jatin, Shigi,” Mark began, “I’d like for you to meet your aunt, Yen.”
Yen looked at her feet.
She mumbled, “They’re raiding Harlan’s house.” She fumbled around in her purse for a sheet of paper. “They found this,” she handed it to Mark.
Mark took in the document’s title: LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
“It’s Eurith’s will,” Mark said, scanning the page. He smiled.
“Jatin, Shigi, it says here that you two are to go to Wash and Christine, but would you mind staying with me until Wash gets better? That is, if you don’t want to stay with Yen, here, who’s offered to take you…”
“Are you kidding?” Shigi screamed. “We’d love to stay with you!”
Yen quietly sobbed.
“She helped him, Mark. She helped him!”
Yen sniffed. “No! Why-why do you think I tried to hide you? I-I could not let Harlan do it, not after what he made me do to Sophie. I tried to hide you from them.”
“The-”
“Contacts.” Jatin finished for Shigi. Secretly, they had never stopped wondering where the contacts had come from.
“Mark,” Shigi began, “how’re our friends?”
“They’re fine…a bit shaken up…but fine. Steven’s headed for home; Kevin’s going back to his family as well; and Vicky…well, I guess she’s headed back to the orphanage.”
“Vicky’s adopted?” Shigi asked, in shock.
“What about the colors?” Jatin asked.
“The colors?” Mark asked, perplexed.
The Asian woman spoke up again, “Harlan drugged you…the way he tricked everyone into believing his lies-he drugged them. I am not sure how, but he found a way to alter the properties of LSD so that the hallucinations targeted the color spectrum…white.
“When I had to-when Sophie-he had me wear a suit…he wore it too…,” she trailed off.
“Yen,” Mark said, “I’ve got to take you in, now.”
Yen nodded.
“I know.” She looked to the twins. “Please to forgive me.”
Mark led her out.
Shigi and Jatin stood before Wash.
“George Washington Carver Brown,” they said.
“That was it?”
“The big secret?”
“There are lots of secrets, you two, but, quite frankly, there isn’t enough time to share them all.” George Washington Carver Brown smiled, and drifted off into sleep.
AN- Last chapter of the actual story. When we finished this Kevin and I absolutely loved it... but know we look at this and then the second one (which... the third chapter of "book" 2 is the length of this entire "book") and we laugh at this one. Book two is turning out great (we need to work on it some, but it is hard since our lives are different and hectic and we hand wrote the third chapter and it is only half way typed...) and we already have the "last" book in the "series" planed. Although we plan on continuing in the "universe" the story takes place.
Outside of the church, a news reporter spoke loudly into a mic, trying desperately to be heard over the sirens.
“…the night comes to an end as the ambulance arrive and take away the wounded; but, can we ever know the truth behind it all? What could drive a grandfather to try and murder his own grandchildren? Who would shoot their uncle in cold blood?
“For KINS 4 News…,” she stopped as a stretcher rolled behind her, a man lying unmoving upon it.
“No comment,” Mark said, rushing into the ER. The press was having a field day with this one. The headlines were full of misinformation about what had happened. (“Boy Shoots Cop,” was among the blunt and less creative.)
Mark walked into the waiting room where the twins sat.
“How is he?” Shigi asked.
“He’s in surgery…,” explained Mark.
Jatin sat with his face buried in his hands. Mark stood before him.
“It’s not your fault; you couldn’t have known he was…”
“Where is he?”
“He…must’ve escaped in all the commotion.”
“And you aren’t going to do a damn thing about it? You aren’t trying to find him?”
Mark sighed. “He could be halfway around the world by now.”
“Then you’ve got a plane to catch!” Jatin screamed, looking for someone else to blame for what he had done.
Shigi spoke up, “Is he going to make it?”
Mark bent low, “Of course he is. He’ll be fine-ya’ hear? Don’t think like that, okay?”
Shigi nodded, rubbing her eyes. She sniffed, “Okay.”
“Relax,” Mark said. “Don’t think about it.” He looked around the room, stopping on a pile of board games and some Lego’s. he picked up the box containing Clue! and handed it to Shigi.
“Here, this’ll take your mind off of this for a while.”
Shigi set up the game and sighed. Jatin sat still. He stole a glance at her torn gown and her bandaged arm.
It’s okay, she thought. C’mon, J., play with me!
Jatin nodded and started for the table.
“You two are in some state…I’m going to go and see what I can do about getting you both something decent to wear.”
They waited for hours. Empty soda cans lay crushed on a corner of the table. They played on, Jatin frustrated all the while. Bags of potato chips lay half-filled in various corners of the room; they hadn’t been too hungry. They had nowhere to be, no home. Mark had long ago left for work; to compile a report and question their friends. That was how he was dealing with things, the twins just played on and waited.
The man walked up the hallway and opened the glass door to the room. As he opened his mouth to speak, Shigi burst into tears.
“He’s going to be okay.”
Jatin hugged the man.
“Th-thank you.”
“Is he awake?” Shigi inquired.
“No, but only for a little while; he should be up soon.”
“Can we see him?”
The man led them to a room.
“Mr. Brown is in here.”
Jatin stopped. “Brown? No, no, no, you don’t understand! We want to see Wash-” he stopped.
The clipboard attached to Wash’s footboard bore the legend: Brown, George W.C.
“W-C? What does that stand for?”
“Washington Carver,” a voice from the bed spoke up.
“Nice to see you up,” the doctor said. “How’re you feeling?”
“Alive, I’m sure.” Wash said groggily.
“You’ve got visitors, Mr. Brown.”
“I can see that, thank you.”
“Do you feel up to the visit?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot to ask them: how are they related to you exactly?”
Wash thought this over.
“Well, that young man,” he indicated Jatin, “is the man who shot me, and that,” he indicated Shigi, “is his sister.”
The doctor picked up the clipboard and jotted down a few notes.
“It’s nice to see your sense of humor is still intact.”
The doctor exited, just as Mark Brandon was entering.
“Hey! Wash, how ya’ feeling?”
“Okay, but if anyone else asks me that then they won’t be.”
The steady beeping of the EKG filled the room for a few minutes. Finally, Wash asked the question they had all been contemplating.
“Did we get him?”
Mark shook his head. “No, but we will.”
Jatin slipped, “I’m sorry, Wash…I didn’t mean to-”
Wash cut him off. “Don’t, Jatin. Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do.”
“But I did-”
“Don’t. Do you understand?”
There was a knock on the door.
“C’mon in,” Mark called.
The Asian woman walked in.
“Jatin, Shigi,” Mark began, “I’d like for you to meet your aunt, Yen.”
Yen looked at her feet.
She mumbled, “They’re raiding Harlan’s house.” She fumbled around in her purse for a sheet of paper. “They found this,” she handed it to Mark.
Mark took in the document’s title: LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
“It’s Eurith’s will,” Mark said, scanning the page. He smiled.
“Jatin, Shigi, it says here that you two are to go to Wash and Christine, but would you mind staying with me until Wash gets better? That is, if you don’t want to stay with Yen, here, who’s offered to take you…”
“Are you kidding?” Shigi screamed. “We’d love to stay with you!”
Yen quietly sobbed.
“She helped him, Mark. She helped him!”
Yen sniffed. “No! Why-why do you think I tried to hide you? I-I could not let Harlan do it, not after what he made me do to Sophie. I tried to hide you from them.”
“The-”
“Contacts.” Jatin finished for Shigi. Secretly, they had never stopped wondering where the contacts had come from.
“Mark,” Shigi began, “how’re our friends?”
“They’re fine…a bit shaken up…but fine. Steven’s headed for home; Kevin’s going back to his family as well; and Vicky…well, I guess she’s headed back to the orphanage.”
“Vicky’s adopted?” Shigi asked, in shock.
“What about the colors?” Jatin asked.
“The colors?” Mark asked, perplexed.
The Asian woman spoke up again, “Harlan drugged you…the way he tricked everyone into believing his lies-he drugged them. I am not sure how, but he found a way to alter the properties of LSD so that the hallucinations targeted the color spectrum…white.
“When I had to-when Sophie-he had me wear a suit…he wore it too…,” she trailed off.
“Yen,” Mark said, “I’ve got to take you in, now.”
Yen nodded.
“I know.” She looked to the twins. “Please to forgive me.”
Mark led her out.
Shigi and Jatin stood before Wash.
“George Washington Carver Brown,” they said.
“That was it?”
“The big secret?”
“There are lots of secrets, you two, but, quite frankly, there isn’t enough time to share them all.” George Washington Carver Brown smiled, and drifted off into sleep.
AN- Last chapter of the actual story. When we finished this Kevin and I absolutely loved it... but know we look at this and then the second one (which... the third chapter of "book" 2 is the length of this entire "book") and we laugh at this one. Book two is turning out great (we need to work on it some, but it is hard since our lives are different and hectic and we hand wrote the third chapter and it is only half way typed...) and we already have the "last" book in the "series" planed. Although we plan on continuing in the "universe" the story takes place.