Chapter 1
A Tragic Loss
“Bye dad! Bye Jen!”
“You’re not going anywhere mister!” The person yelling was Jennifer Watson, A very kind person. But unfortunately she was also lebih than a little vain. Jennifer’s idea of a good time was dependant on how many parties she could visit before being dragged back home. She also happens to be my sister. Well I say sister; she’s actually my adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old after my parents died in a ski accident. “If I have to clean this place up, then anda are too!”
“But there’s not much left and anda have everything just about wrapped up,” I objected noisily.
“That doesn’t matter; anda are staying here until everything is done. anda got that?”
“Yes ma’am” I berkata wearily. My name is Murdock Holmes. Not the most fitting name, but my dad lost a bet. After my parents died, everything they owned was taken away to cover some debts they owed; leaving me with nothing but the knowledge not to ever go ski in the spring. That’s the only reason I kept my ill fitting name; it’s the only thing I have left to remember them by.
“Well?” she said, staring at me.
“Well what?” I responded with a similar stare.
Her eyebrow began to twitch; a sure sign that if I didn’t rephrase my answer in the selanjutnya 3 seconds, she’ll be cleaning me off the floor when mom gets back. Unfortunately for me, I’m not the brightest bulb in the box.
One,
Two,
Three,
“GET OFF YOUR LAZY pantat, keledai AND HELP ME atau I SWEAR TO GOD, THEY WILL NOT FIND YOUR CORPSE!”
“Right on schedule.”
“What the hell are anda blabbering about?” she said, obviously still a little steamed.
“Nothing at all,” I said, deciding not to push my luck any farther. Ten menit later, the room was clean and I was once again on my way out when I was stopped.
“Hey, son!”
“What is it, dad?” Mark Watson is a former U.S navy segel and is currently unemployed. He is a major shopaholic, but due to him being a compulsive prankster; he is currently banned from most of the stores in a ten mile radius.
“Could anda go to SuperSales and pick up one of those precooked chickens?” he asked.
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go get one before I come home. Okay?”
“Speaking of which; where are anda going anyway?” Asked Jennifer with raised eyebrows. “You berkata last night that anda didn’t have anywhere to go all hari and anda were going to spend the hari putting in applications.”
“I’m just going to be out for a few minutes,” I said, having completely forgotten about putting in applications. “And I’ll pick an application up from SuperSales while I’m gone okay.” I made a beeline for the door and was soon outside and heading left towards Main Street.
Jonathan Campbell, the current chief of the local law enforcements homicide division, was relaxing in his office when there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, are anda busy?” The woman speaking was Campbell’s lieutenant, Marilyn White.
“What is it, White?”
“Well Sir. We received a call about twenty menit yang lalu from a local supermarket. They berkata that they had been robbed and that one of their employees was murdered trying to stop it.”
“You don’t sound very convinced,” Campbell responded without opening his eyes.
“There is no body. Sir.”
“So what makes them think that someone was murdered?”
“They say that they heard a gunshot and then they heard the employee in question; a Mr. Harold Morgan, scream,” She responded quickly.
Jonathan looked at his lieutenant; a woman whose judgment he trusts explicitly, with interest. “Did anda send anyone to investigate?”
“No Sir. I thought I should inform anda first.”
“So what do anda think we should do?”
“Well Sir. Most of our officers are already working on the murder of that local dignitary; so I don’t think we should waste too much time on a murder that might not have happened.”
“True. But we do have to investigate.” Campbell said. He turned around and thought for a moment. “Aha! Didn’t we get a transfer a few weeks ago? anda remember, the vice guy.”
Ms. White flashed a small grin. “Yes we did. Do anda want me to send him?”
“Yes, also send around six officers to help out,” he replied.
It was around 2:30 when I stopped to take a break beside the large water air mancur located at the center of town. SuperSales couldn’t really be called a store as it’s only open five hours a day. The store opened at three and closed at eight. So that means I had 30 menit to kill before picking up dad’s chicken. I frowned and set off towards SuperSales; figuring that I would either find something to do on the way there, atau I would just get there a few menit early. As I approached the jalan, street that SuperSales was on, I heard a commotion from the store. Sure enough the moment I turned I found myself face to face with a dinding of police tape. One of the cops turned around in time to see me bebek underneath the tape.
Sean Nelson was busy taking notes of what he saw at the crime scene when he heard footsteps. Wondering what it was, he turned around just in time to see a very familiar face ducking underneath the tape.
“Murdock!”
The sneaky 15 tahun old froze and looked up with a grin. “Why hello there Mr. Nelson; it’s nice to see you. How are you,” Murdock berkata hastily.
“Well, I was fine until someone decided to break the rules and waltz straight into a crime scene,” Sean said.
“Wow. That guy must be a real idiot.”
“Yes, anda are.”
“But I didn’t waltz in; I distinctly remember ducking.”
Sean sighed. “What are anda doing here Murdock?” Murdock put on an indignant face. “For your information, I was here to buy a chicken for makan malam tonight!”
Sean laughed. “So your dad’s still a shopaholic huh?”
Murdock couldn’t help but grin too. “Ya, he still does that.”
Sean’s mood lifted slightly. “Well I’m sorry, but you’ll have to go somewhere else and get it,” he berkata with an apologetic smile.
“What happened here?” Murdock asked.
“The employee’s claim that their coworker was murdered here,” he berkata with a disbelieving glance at the workers who were standing just inside the store.
Murdock eyebrows rose. “Claim? anda don’t believe them?”
“Look at it this way; there is no body, no blood, no murder weapon, and no witnesses except the phantom gunshot that the workers heard and even then, there’s nothing on the cameras to tampil that anyone was hurt.”
“It does seem a little hard to believe,” Murdock admitted.
“It’s lebih than that, it’s impossible.” Sean said.
“Something still feels weird though, but I can’t place my finger on it.” Murdock muttered thoughtfully.
Sean chuckled. “Maybe anda should go get that chicken and think it over during dinner?”
Murdock laughed. “Ya I think I will. See anda later Mr. Nelson.”
“That’s Officer Nelson to you!” He shouted after Murdock.
5 menit later, Murdock was back at the water fountain. He looked around at the various shops; trying to figure out which one to go to. Murdock sighed. “Well, it’ll have to be one that’s hiring atau Jennifer will kick my ass,” he said, walking towards one of the shops with the help wanted sign posted. As he passed oleh the water fountain, Murdock failed to notice that someone was running towards him at full speed.
“Get out of the way!”
Murdock started to turn around when something slammed into him. Murdock was knocked backwards into the fountain, hitting his head on the figurehead on the way down. Murdock was dazed so he couldn’t get his head above water. ‘I swear to god; if I die oleh drowning in a water fountain, I will haunt whoever hit me!’ Murdock thought as his consciousness faded.
That's that. Any reviews are welcome...don't be too mean on the reviews tho....BTW what do anda think of the name? Tenchu means Divine retribution in japanese.
A Tragic Loss
“Bye dad! Bye Jen!”
“You’re not going anywhere mister!” The person yelling was Jennifer Watson, A very kind person. But unfortunately she was also lebih than a little vain. Jennifer’s idea of a good time was dependant on how many parties she could visit before being dragged back home. She also happens to be my sister. Well I say sister; she’s actually my adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old after my parents died in a ski accident. “If I have to clean this place up, then anda are too!”
“But there’s not much left and anda have everything just about wrapped up,” I objected noisily.
“That doesn’t matter; anda are staying here until everything is done. anda got that?”
“Yes ma’am” I berkata wearily. My name is Murdock Holmes. Not the most fitting name, but my dad lost a bet. After my parents died, everything they owned was taken away to cover some debts they owed; leaving me with nothing but the knowledge not to ever go ski in the spring. That’s the only reason I kept my ill fitting name; it’s the only thing I have left to remember them by.
“Well?” she said, staring at me.
“Well what?” I responded with a similar stare.
Her eyebrow began to twitch; a sure sign that if I didn’t rephrase my answer in the selanjutnya 3 seconds, she’ll be cleaning me off the floor when mom gets back. Unfortunately for me, I’m not the brightest bulb in the box.
One,
Two,
Three,
“GET OFF YOUR LAZY pantat, keledai AND HELP ME atau I SWEAR TO GOD, THEY WILL NOT FIND YOUR CORPSE!”
“Right on schedule.”
“What the hell are anda blabbering about?” she said, obviously still a little steamed.
“Nothing at all,” I said, deciding not to push my luck any farther. Ten menit later, the room was clean and I was once again on my way out when I was stopped.
“Hey, son!”
“What is it, dad?” Mark Watson is a former U.S navy segel and is currently unemployed. He is a major shopaholic, but due to him being a compulsive prankster; he is currently banned from most of the stores in a ten mile radius.
“Could anda go to SuperSales and pick up one of those precooked chickens?” he asked.
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go get one before I come home. Okay?”
“Speaking of which; where are anda going anyway?” Asked Jennifer with raised eyebrows. “You berkata last night that anda didn’t have anywhere to go all hari and anda were going to spend the hari putting in applications.”
“I’m just going to be out for a few minutes,” I said, having completely forgotten about putting in applications. “And I’ll pick an application up from SuperSales while I’m gone okay.” I made a beeline for the door and was soon outside and heading left towards Main Street.
Jonathan Campbell, the current chief of the local law enforcements homicide division, was relaxing in his office when there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, are anda busy?” The woman speaking was Campbell’s lieutenant, Marilyn White.
“What is it, White?”
“Well Sir. We received a call about twenty menit yang lalu from a local supermarket. They berkata that they had been robbed and that one of their employees was murdered trying to stop it.”
“You don’t sound very convinced,” Campbell responded without opening his eyes.
“There is no body. Sir.”
“So what makes them think that someone was murdered?”
“They say that they heard a gunshot and then they heard the employee in question; a Mr. Harold Morgan, scream,” She responded quickly.
Jonathan looked at his lieutenant; a woman whose judgment he trusts explicitly, with interest. “Did anda send anyone to investigate?”
“No Sir. I thought I should inform anda first.”
“So what do anda think we should do?”
“Well Sir. Most of our officers are already working on the murder of that local dignitary; so I don’t think we should waste too much time on a murder that might not have happened.”
“True. But we do have to investigate.” Campbell said. He turned around and thought for a moment. “Aha! Didn’t we get a transfer a few weeks ago? anda remember, the vice guy.”
Ms. White flashed a small grin. “Yes we did. Do anda want me to send him?”
“Yes, also send around six officers to help out,” he replied.
It was around 2:30 when I stopped to take a break beside the large water air mancur located at the center of town. SuperSales couldn’t really be called a store as it’s only open five hours a day. The store opened at three and closed at eight. So that means I had 30 menit to kill before picking up dad’s chicken. I frowned and set off towards SuperSales; figuring that I would either find something to do on the way there, atau I would just get there a few menit early. As I approached the jalan, street that SuperSales was on, I heard a commotion from the store. Sure enough the moment I turned I found myself face to face with a dinding of police tape. One of the cops turned around in time to see me bebek underneath the tape.
Sean Nelson was busy taking notes of what he saw at the crime scene when he heard footsteps. Wondering what it was, he turned around just in time to see a very familiar face ducking underneath the tape.
“Murdock!”
The sneaky 15 tahun old froze and looked up with a grin. “Why hello there Mr. Nelson; it’s nice to see you. How are you,” Murdock berkata hastily.
“Well, I was fine until someone decided to break the rules and waltz straight into a crime scene,” Sean said.
“Wow. That guy must be a real idiot.”
“Yes, anda are.”
“But I didn’t waltz in; I distinctly remember ducking.”
Sean sighed. “What are anda doing here Murdock?” Murdock put on an indignant face. “For your information, I was here to buy a chicken for makan malam tonight!”
Sean laughed. “So your dad’s still a shopaholic huh?”
Murdock couldn’t help but grin too. “Ya, he still does that.”
Sean’s mood lifted slightly. “Well I’m sorry, but you’ll have to go somewhere else and get it,” he berkata with an apologetic smile.
“What happened here?” Murdock asked.
“The employee’s claim that their coworker was murdered here,” he berkata with a disbelieving glance at the workers who were standing just inside the store.
Murdock eyebrows rose. “Claim? anda don’t believe them?”
“Look at it this way; there is no body, no blood, no murder weapon, and no witnesses except the phantom gunshot that the workers heard and even then, there’s nothing on the cameras to tampil that anyone was hurt.”
“It does seem a little hard to believe,” Murdock admitted.
“It’s lebih than that, it’s impossible.” Sean said.
“Something still feels weird though, but I can’t place my finger on it.” Murdock muttered thoughtfully.
Sean chuckled. “Maybe anda should go get that chicken and think it over during dinner?”
Murdock laughed. “Ya I think I will. See anda later Mr. Nelson.”
“That’s Officer Nelson to you!” He shouted after Murdock.
5 menit later, Murdock was back at the water fountain. He looked around at the various shops; trying to figure out which one to go to. Murdock sighed. “Well, it’ll have to be one that’s hiring atau Jennifer will kick my ass,” he said, walking towards one of the shops with the help wanted sign posted. As he passed oleh the water fountain, Murdock failed to notice that someone was running towards him at full speed.
“Get out of the way!”
Murdock started to turn around when something slammed into him. Murdock was knocked backwards into the fountain, hitting his head on the figurehead on the way down. Murdock was dazed so he couldn’t get his head above water. ‘I swear to god; if I die oleh drowning in a water fountain, I will haunt whoever hit me!’ Murdock thought as his consciousness faded.
That's that. Any reviews are welcome...don't be too mean on the reviews tho....BTW what do anda think of the name? Tenchu means Divine retribution in japanese.
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, anda aren't standing on the port selanjutnya to me..
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. anda remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bintang in the whole Portsaid's sky..
anda didn't belive that one bintang is exist.. anda said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought anda was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what anda were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
anda was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but anda .. anda didn't point to the same star, anda saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? atau ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. anda remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bintang in the whole Portsaid's sky..
anda didn't belive that one bintang is exist.. anda said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought anda was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what anda were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
anda was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but anda .. anda didn't point to the same star, anda saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? atau ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
anda hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
anda twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
anda think anda can hurt me,
Just because anda gave me money,
anda think anda can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made anda fell.
I wish anda have never diberikan birth to me,
I wish I can expose what anda are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate anda to the heart's core,
I want anda to hear my vengeful call.
I respect anda because I must,
Yet anda blame me for not giving anda my trust.
How can I love, atau trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to anda oleh blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever anda will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
anda twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
anda think anda can hurt me,
Just because anda gave me money,
anda think anda can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made anda fell.
I wish anda have never diberikan birth to me,
I wish I can expose what anda are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate anda to the heart's core,
I want anda to hear my vengeful call.
I respect anda because I must,
Yet anda blame me for not giving anda my trust.
How can I love, atau trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to anda oleh blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever anda will grieve
When anda think anda think your in love. Its just a trick. When anda feel like your falling anda are. Your fallin down and down intill anda fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why anda fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
cinta can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when anda fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When anda fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes anda feel. If anda think Im right, atau if im wrong, im curios to what anda think. Thankyou!
cinta can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when anda fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When anda fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes anda feel. If anda think Im right, atau if im wrong, im curios to what anda think. Thankyou!