Chapter Three: Number Five
Hero Jenkins --- 4/15/13
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Chapter Three
The police were quick to arrive, next came the paramedics. Brandiss was just regaining consciousness and was still a little groggy so he would be the first to admit that he wasn’t at the top of his game. Nevertheless he told the officers what he hoped was a plausible story as the EMT’s got busy checking his pulse and other vitals. What he didn’t tell them that the love of his life was a crazy CIA spook. They probably wouldn’t believe it so he didn’t tell them that, after he had rescued her, she had stabbed him in the neck with a syringe that had knocked him out. Instead he lied and said he must have blacked out or something. “Hell,” Brandiss exclaimed, “as far as I know, I could have had a stroke!”The EMT rolled his eyes at that one.“When I came to, she was gone,” he added.That part, at least, was the truth.Brandiss pointed out that he was the one who had called 911. Still the assembled officers eyed Brandiss with more than a small amount of suspicion. There was a lot of blood there. The ropes that had been used to bind the victim were on the floor at their feet. Standing right in front of them was a disgraced cop telling one of the lamest stories they had ever heard. It didn’t look good. Brandiss knew the cops weren’t buying his story and to be honest, if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t either.It was not until the drunk from the room next door came over and corroborated Brandiss’ story that the cops crossed him off the suspect list. Still they knew that Brandiss was holding back. They had decided that it was some sort of love triangle gone horribly wrong and if Brandiss didn’t care enough to tell them the whole truth that was fine with them. They didn’t even bother to process the crime scene to collect physical evidence.Brandiss didn’t agree with that decision but he didn’t argue. He knew that his frustration level over what Kade had done was building inside of him and he didn’t trust himself to speak.Kelvin Brandiss was basically a nice guy, a likable guy and sometimes he was even funny. But he had poor impulse control. His bouts with stupidity would come and go in a flash but it was that time between that got him into trouble.Most people wrote it off as just a quirk, but it had cost him and his career dearly. In fact, at that moment, he was on suspension pending disciplinary action. There was a board of inquiry looming and he was sure that this time his outburst would cost him his job. The writing was on the wall and even his closest allies had stopped talking to him.As soon as the police were gone the first thing Brandiss did was to call in a favor from Barbara Connense the team leader of the County Sheriff’s forensics team. He asked her to bring in her team and process the crime scene, unofficially, as a favor to him. When the team arrived he told them what little he knew and left.When Brandiss stepped out of Kade’s room he spotted the female half of the drunks, Angie, dressed only in the male drunk's shirt, walking towards the stairwell carrying an ice bucket. The male half was standing in the door of their room. He was shirtless, but at least he had put some pants on. He just stood there and watched Brandiss with a huge disgusting grin plastered on one side of his face.“Tough break, huh buddy?” The drunk asked rhetorically. “Hey… wait a minute,” he said slapping the door jam. “Ain’t you that guy on the Internet? I saw you on YouTube… You’re that cop that screwed up and got himself in trouble ain’t ya?”Brandiss paused and turned to face the drunk. They stood there eye-to-eye for a couple of heartbeats. Then without warning Brandiss punched the grinning drunk in the face. The drunk staggered backwards and fell onto the bed.He was out cold.“Yeah. Tough break,” Brandiss growled. He actually felt a little better… not much, but better nonetheless. Until, that is, he realized that he had done it again.***Jeff Riles quietly eased open the back door of his apartment building. He hugged the walls as he crept up the back stairs to his third floor apartment. He found the key that he kept hidden inside the fire extinguisher case and let himself in. Once inside he relaxed for the first time in months because it had been months since he had been home. For the life of him he couldn’t remember why.It had taken him a long time to get home because it had taken him a long time to remember where he lived. Why was he having so much trouble remembering things he should have no trouble remembering? Something was happening to him and he needed answers. He would have gotten his answers from that woman if he had not been interrupted by… who the hell was that anyway… a boyfriend?That woman, whoever she was, had rescued him from the men at that awful place but he didn’t trust her. She had taken him to that motel room, started giving him injections… just like those men had done. She must have been working with them. But he had overpowered her and tied her up. He was going to force her to tell him the truth… but some guy had come looking for the woman and he had almost been caught.Now that he had made it to his apartment he had no idea what his next move should be. He was having trouble thinking.He was aware that he was changing into… something else… something non-human! Those men had done something to him. Even now he could feel himself slipping away into… what? He had no idea. Somehow he knew that that woman and her wimpy father held the answers but he didn’t know how.A sound got his attention… unusual noises at the doors and windows… then there was nothing. Either he was loosing his mind, or that medication they had given him was making him paranoid.He went to the kitchen and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He needed some liquid courage to calm his nerves. He knocked it back and poured himself another.Suddenly there was an explosion; his door was blown open and then men with guns burst in. They were everywhere. He knew these men; they were the ones from that awful place. They were the ones who had turned him into a monster.Now came the sharp pains, like he had been stabbed with a hundred knives and then a moment later he felt… nothing.He was on the floor now, but couldn’t move. He looked up at the men as they hovered around him. He could smell their fear. What was that about? They were the ones with the guns… why were they afraid of him?***Brandiss wasn’t sure if Kade would be at this hospital, his rational side told him it was a long shot, but his instincts were relentless and he decided to trust them and check it out. Kade desperately needed medical treatment and there was a hospital nearby that was known for having one of the best trauma centers in Los Angeles. More importantly they had one of the best plastic surgeons in the area on call. She would be comfortable going to this hospital thinking that the shot she had given him would keep him unconscious.He moved tentatively along the hospital corridors, but no one paid him any attention. People at hospitals had enough problems of their own to be bothered with the problems of others he reasoned.He had no idea where he was going, each hallway he entered looked identical to the one he had just left. He was on autopilot, trying to find the emergency room and he wasn’t having much luck. He was being driven to find Kade. He had been dragged back into her life and he needed to know why.Brandiss got lucky when he spotted the “Emergency Room” sign out of the corner of his eye and then minutes later he was hiding in the dark inside an emergency room stall. The curtains were drawn and the homeless man, who smelled of alcohol and week old feces, was asleep. He was an older man with foul smelling breath and tobacco stained brown teeth. He had been so obnoxious that no one dared risk waking him up. It would take a lot to get a doctor or nurse into this stall so Brandiss knew he had time.***
Brandiss flattened himself against the cold tile wall in the back of the stall and peeked into the next stall through the curtain. He saw Kade in bed with a blanket pulled up to her chest and three separate IV’s in her arm. They had already stitched her face and applied a large bandage. There was also a bandage wrapped from the top of he head, down and around her chin that would prevent her from opening her mouth. He imagined that the bandage was to protect the stitches in her cheek. It struck him how pretty she was. Not model, cover girl high maintenance pretty… but a rugged, kind of functional pretty. Brandiss had a cinnamon shade of brown skin that was not nearly as dark as Kade. Her dark skin had always been blemish free so it required no make-up and even with the scars he doubted that she would start.Brandiss was debating the wisdom of slipping into her stall and confronting her but before he could decide he saw Mr. Simmons arrive. Mr. Simmons was carrying a duffle bag that he assumed was clothing and other personal items for Kade.“How is she?” He heard Mr. Simmons ask a nurse.Randy Simmons was a scrawny, wrinkled-up prune of a man. He wore thick glasses and spoke with a thick East African accent. There was something wrong with his back and at the right angle Brandiss could detect a slight hump. He had a creepy sort of way about him that reminded Brandiss of the mad scientists in the scary movies.“She’s fine Mr. Simmons,” the nurse replied. “We got lucky, there is no damage to the muscles and nerves which are essential for talking and facial animation. You are welcome to see her if you want… she’s been sedated though.”It was strange how the same urgency that compelled Brandiss to come to her bedside was now driving him to leave. But seeing Mr. Simmons standing vigil there reminded Brandiss of his painful rejection. He felt his temper rising and he knew that it was better for all involved if he left the hospital as soon as possible.He was prepared leave but before he could the emergency room doctor entered being quietly trailed by two police officers. They were the same ones he had seen at the motel. They must have had the same idea of where to find the other person that had been in that room. The person who had lost so much blood. It had taken them a while… but they had figured it out and now they were here and he was trapped.*** #af-form-384748288 .af-body .af-textWrap{width:98%;display:block;float:none;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body .privacyPolicy{color:#2C4F7F;font-size:11px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body a{color:#2C4E7F;text-decoration:underline;font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body input.text, #af-form-384748288 .af-body textarea{background-color:#FFFFFF;border-color:#2C4E7F;border-width:1px;border-style:solid;color:#000000;text-decoration:none;font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body input.text:focus, #af-form-384748288 .af-body textarea:focus{background-color:#FFFAD6;border-color:#030303;border-width:1px;border-style:solid;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body label.previewLabel{display:block;float:none;text-align:left;width:auto;color:#000000;text-decoration:none;font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-body{padding-bottom:15px;padding-top:15px;background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:inherit;background-image:none;color:#2C4F7F;font-size:11px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-footer{padding-bottom:15px;padding-top:15px;padding-right:15px;padding-left:15px;background-color:#2C4E7F;background-repeat:repeat-x;background-position:top;background-image:url("http://forms.aweber.com/images/forms/..., sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-header{padding-bottom:10px;padding-top:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;background-color:#2C4E7F;background-repeat:repeat-x;background-position:bottom;background-image:url("http://forms.aweber.com/images/forms/..., sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .af-quirksMode .bodyText{padding-top:2px;padding-bottom:2px;} #af-form-384748288 .af-quirksMode{padding-right:15px;padding-left:15px;} #af-form-384748288 .af-standards .af-element{padding-right:15px;padding-left:15px;} #af-form-384748288 .bodyText p{margin:1em 0;} #af-form-384748288 .buttonContainer input.submit{background-color:#2c4e7f;background-image:url("http://forms.aweber.com/images/forms/..., sans-serif;} #af-form-384748288 .buttonContainer input.submit{width:auto;} #af-form-384748288 .buttonContainer{text-align:right;} #af-form-384748288 body,#af-form-384748288 dl,#af-form-384748288 dt,#af-form-384748288 dd,#af-form-384748288 h1,#af-form-384748288 h2,#af-form-384748288 h3,#af-form-384748288 h4,#af-form-384748288 h5,#af-form-384748288 h6,#af-form-384748288 pre,#af-form-384748288 code,#af-form-384748288 fieldset,#af-form-384748288 legend,#af-form-384748288 blockquote,#af-form-384748288 th,#af-form-384748288 td{float:none;color:inherit;position:static;margin:0;padding:0;} #af-form-384748288 button,#af-form-384748288 input,#af-form-384748288 submit,#af-form-384748288 textarea,#af-form-384748288 select,#af-form-384748288 label,#af-form-384748288 optgroup,#af-form-384748288 option{float:none;position:static;margin:0;} #af-form-384748288 div{margin:0;} #af-form-384748288 fieldset{border:0;} #af-form-384748288 form,#af-form-384748288 textarea,.af-form-wrapper,.af-form-close-button,#af-form-384748288 img{float:none;color:inherit;position:static;background-color:none;border:none;margin:0;padding:0;} #af-form-384748288 input,#af-form-384748288 button,#af-form-384748288 textarea,#af-form-384748288 select{font-size:100%;} #af-form-384748288 p{color:inherit;} #af-form-384748288 select,#af-form-384748288 label,#af-form-384748288 optgroup,#af-form-384748288 option{padding:0;} #af-form-384748288 table{border-collapse:collapse;border-spacing:0;} #af-form-384748288 ul,#af-form-384748288 ol{list-style-image:none;list-style-position:outside;list-style-type:disc;padding-left:40px;} #af-form-384748288,#af-form-384748288 .quirksMode{width:418px;} #af-form-384748288.af-quirksMode{overflow-x:hidden;} #af-form-384748288{background-color:#F0F0F0;border-color:#EEEEEE;border-width:1px;border-style:solid;} #af-form-384748288{display:block;} #af-form-384748288{overflow:hidden;} .af-body .af-textWrap{text-align:left;} .af-body input.image{border:none!important;} .af-body input.submit,.af-body input.image,.af-form .af-element input.button{float:none!important;} .af-body input.text{width:100%;float:none;padding:2px!important;} .af-body.af-standards input.submit{padding:4px 12px;} .af-clear{clear:both;} .af-element label{text-align:left;display:block;float:left;} .af-element{padding:5px 0;} .af-form-wrapper{text-indent:0;} .af-form{text-align:left;margin:auto;} .af-header,.af-footer{margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0;padding:10px;} .af-quirksMode .af-element{padding-left:0!important;padding-right:0!important;} .lbl-right .af-element label{text-align:right;} body { }
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Chapter Three
The police were quick to arrive, next came the paramedics. Brandiss was just regaining consciousness and was still a little groggy so he would be the first to admit that he wasn’t at the top of his game. Nevertheless he told the officers what he hoped was a plausible story as the EMT’s got busy checking his pulse and other vitals. What he didn’t tell them that the love of his life was a crazy CIA spook. They probably wouldn’t believe it so he didn’t tell them that, after he had rescued her, she had stabbed him in the neck with a syringe that had knocked him out. Instead he lied and said he must have blacked out or something. “Hell,” Brandiss exclaimed, “as far as I know, I could have had a stroke!”The EMT rolled his eyes at that one.“When I came to, she was gone,” he added.That part, at least, was the truth.Brandiss pointed out that he was the one who had called 911. Still the assembled officers eyed Brandiss with more than a small amount of suspicion. There was a lot of blood there. The ropes that had been used to bind the victim were on the floor at their feet. Standing right in front of them was a disgraced cop telling one of the lamest stories they had ever heard. It didn’t look good. Brandiss knew the cops weren’t buying his story and to be honest, if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t either.It was not until the drunk from the room next door came over and corroborated Brandiss’ story that the cops crossed him off the suspect list. Still they knew that Brandiss was holding back. They had decided that it was some sort of love triangle gone horribly wrong and if Brandiss didn’t care enough to tell them the whole truth that was fine with them. They didn’t even bother to process the crime scene to collect physical evidence.Brandiss didn’t agree with that decision but he didn’t argue. He knew that his frustration level over what Kade had done was building inside of him and he didn’t trust himself to speak.Kelvin Brandiss was basically a nice guy, a likable guy and sometimes he was even funny. But he had poor impulse control. His bouts with stupidity would come and go in a flash but it was that time between that got him into trouble.Most people wrote it off as just a quirk, but it had cost him and his career dearly. In fact, at that moment, he was on suspension pending disciplinary action. There was a board of inquiry looming and he was sure that this time his outburst would cost him his job. The writing was on the wall and even his closest allies had stopped talking to him.As soon as the police were gone the first thing Brandiss did was to call in a favor from Barbara Connense the team leader of the County Sheriff’s forensics team. He asked her to bring in her team and process the crime scene, unofficially, as a favor to him. When the team arrived he told them what little he knew and left.When Brandiss stepped out of Kade’s room he spotted the female half of the drunks, Angie, dressed only in the male drunk's shirt, walking towards the stairwell carrying an ice bucket. The male half was standing in the door of their room. He was shirtless, but at least he had put some pants on. He just stood there and watched Brandiss with a huge disgusting grin plastered on one side of his face.“Tough break, huh buddy?” The drunk asked rhetorically. “Hey… wait a minute,” he said slapping the door jam. “Ain’t you that guy on the Internet? I saw you on YouTube… You’re that cop that screwed up and got himself in trouble ain’t ya?”Brandiss paused and turned to face the drunk. They stood there eye-to-eye for a couple of heartbeats. Then without warning Brandiss punched the grinning drunk in the face. The drunk staggered backwards and fell onto the bed.He was out cold.“Yeah. Tough break,” Brandiss growled. He actually felt a little better… not much, but better nonetheless. Until, that is, he realized that he had done it again.***Jeff Riles quietly eased open the back door of his apartment building. He hugged the walls as he crept up the back stairs to his third floor apartment. He found the key that he kept hidden inside the fire extinguisher case and let himself in. Once inside he relaxed for the first time in months because it had been months since he had been home. For the life of him he couldn’t remember why.It had taken him a long time to get home because it had taken him a long time to remember where he lived. Why was he having so much trouble remembering things he should have no trouble remembering? Something was happening to him and he needed answers. He would have gotten his answers from that woman if he had not been interrupted by… who the hell was that anyway… a boyfriend?That woman, whoever she was, had rescued him from the men at that awful place but he didn’t trust her. She had taken him to that motel room, started giving him injections… just like those men had done. She must have been working with them. But he had overpowered her and tied her up. He was going to force her to tell him the truth… but some guy had come looking for the woman and he had almost been caught.Now that he had made it to his apartment he had no idea what his next move should be. He was having trouble thinking.He was aware that he was changing into… something else… something non-human! Those men had done something to him. Even now he could feel himself slipping away into… what? He had no idea. Somehow he knew that that woman and her wimpy father held the answers but he didn’t know how.A sound got his attention… unusual noises at the doors and windows… then there was nothing. Either he was loosing his mind, or that medication they had given him was making him paranoid.He went to the kitchen and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He needed some liquid courage to calm his nerves. He knocked it back and poured himself another.Suddenly there was an explosion; his door was blown open and then men with guns burst in. They were everywhere. He knew these men; they were the ones from that awful place. They were the ones who had turned him into a monster.Now came the sharp pains, like he had been stabbed with a hundred knives and then a moment later he felt… nothing.He was on the floor now, but couldn’t move. He looked up at the men as they hovered around him. He could smell their fear. What was that about? They were the ones with the guns… why were they afraid of him?***Brandiss wasn’t sure if Kade would be at this hospital, his rational side told him it was a long shot, but his instincts were relentless and he decided to trust them and check it out. Kade desperately needed medical treatment and there was a hospital nearby that was known for having one of the best trauma centers in Los Angeles. More importantly they had one of the best plastic surgeons in the area on call. She would be comfortable going to this hospital thinking that the shot she had given him would keep him unconscious.He moved tentatively along the hospital corridors, but no one paid him any attention. People at hospitals had enough problems of their own to be bothered with the problems of others he reasoned.He had no idea where he was going, each hallway he entered looked identical to the one he had just left. He was on autopilot, trying to find the emergency room and he wasn’t having much luck. He was being driven to find Kade. He had been dragged back into her life and he needed to know why.Brandiss got lucky when he spotted the “Emergency Room” sign out of the corner of his eye and then minutes later he was hiding in the dark inside an emergency room stall. The curtains were drawn and the homeless man, who smelled of alcohol and week old feces, was asleep. He was an older man with foul smelling breath and tobacco stained brown teeth. He had been so obnoxious that no one dared risk waking him up. It would take a lot to get a doctor or nurse into this stall so Brandiss knew he had time.***
Brandiss flattened himself against the cold tile wall in the back of the stall and peeked into the next stall through the curtain. He saw Kade in bed with a blanket pulled up to her chest and three separate IV’s in her arm. They had already stitched her face and applied a large bandage. There was also a bandage wrapped from the top of he head, down and around her chin that would prevent her from opening her mouth. He imagined that the bandage was to protect the stitches in her cheek. It struck him how pretty she was. Not model, cover girl high maintenance pretty… but a rugged, kind of functional pretty. Brandiss had a cinnamon shade of brown skin that was not nearly as dark as Kade. Her dark skin had always been blemish free so it required no make-up and even with the scars he doubted that she would start.Brandiss was debating the wisdom of slipping into her stall and confronting her but before he could decide he saw Mr. Simmons arrive. Mr. Simmons was carrying a duffle bag that he assumed was clothing and other personal items for Kade.“How is she?” He heard Mr. Simmons ask a nurse.Randy Simmons was a scrawny, wrinkled-up prune of a man. He wore thick glasses and spoke with a thick East African accent. There was something wrong with his back and at the right angle Brandiss could detect a slight hump. He had a creepy sort of way about him that reminded Brandiss of the mad scientists in the scary movies.“She’s fine Mr. Simmons,” the nurse replied. “We got lucky, there is no damage to the muscles and nerves which are essential for talking and facial animation. You are welcome to see her if you want… she’s been sedated though.”It was strange how the same urgency that compelled Brandiss to come to her bedside was now driving him to leave. But seeing Mr. Simmons standing vigil there reminded Brandiss of his painful rejection. He felt his temper rising and he knew that it was better for all involved if he left the hospital as soon as possible.He was prepared leave but before he could the emergency room doctor entered being quietly trailed by two police officers. They were the same ones he had seen at the motel. They must have had the same idea of where to find the other person that had been in that room. The person who had lost so much blood. 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