Post by Seifer Black on Dec 5, 2013 19:31:05 GMT -5
I'll never stop dreaming that one day we can be a real family, together, all of us laughing and talking, loving and understanding, not looking at the past but only to the future.
LaToya Jackson
Pacing back and forth across the hotel room I start to panic more and more, after the fifth attempt of trying to call Chels I am nearing a full blown meltdown so I have called Matt over to talk too and see what he can do. She never does not answer or call me back and it’s been about three hours since she said she was coming home. Before I can think about anything else I hear the door open up, with a jolt I instinctually shout.
Seifer: CHELS!
I turn towards the door and sigh slightly as I realise that it’s not Chels but it’s Matt instead.
Matt: Dude, what’s going on?
Seifer: I’m worried dude, Chels called about three hours ago saying she was coming back from the arena but she has not gotten back, and I have been trying to call her and she hasn’t picked up and you know what she’s like about answering her phone or calling someone back.
Matt: Yeah, and after what happened on Slam, her not answering or calling back can’t be a good thing…
Seifer: Its why I called you, do you think there is anything we can do about it, she has Shelley with her so I know something is wrong because she never fails to come straight back from the arena.
Matt: When you called her, was it ringing or did it go straight to voicemail? If it was ringing then that means it’s on meaning I’d be able to track it…
Seifer: It was ringing…
Matt: Okay good, then I’ll need your phone, a USB cable and a laptop or some sort of computer…
Seifer: Alright dude, here’s my phone and the laptop is in the bag next to the bed…
I hand him my phone and he goes over to get the laptop.
Matt: Okay right…
He sits back down and sets the laptop onto the table before plugging the USB cable into the laptop and plugging the other end of the cable into my phone.
Matt: Okay now I’m going to access this official federal website used for tracking things like this down, with this laptop not being a federal licensed one. Normally federal licensed ones have a special program for these kinds of matters…
He begins tapping away on the keyboard as I look on somewhat mesmerized by the whole thing.
Seifer: Will this be okay with you not being a cop now?
Matt: Normally no, but I’ve still got some buddies of mine back in the force who owe me a few favours so they’ll keep me from getting locked up. But in all honesty, considering this is Chels we’re talking about, I’d much rather track her down, help you find her and get sent to prison than not even bother trying…
Seifer: Thanks bro…
Matt: Don’t mention it…and bingo…we’ve got a hit…
Seifer: Where is she?
Matt: Well according to the co-ordinates…it’s not too far from the arena…write those co-ordinates down whilst I get my GPS out of the trunk of my car and we’ll get going. Make sure you shut everything off and delete your browsing history, last thing we need are cops snooping around your place and asking why you’ve been accessing federal websites…
Seifer: No worries, I’ll get that done now…
As he goes to get his stuff from the car I delete my browsing history and shut down the laptop before putting on my boots, and grabbing my coat and my shotgun, placing it in a bag before leaving and meeting Matt at his car.
Matt: Are you ready?
Matt then takes a federal licensed handgun from the trunk of his car, places a full magazine into it and cocks it before placing it into the holster that he is now wearing before climbing into the driver’s side of his Mercedes McLaren SLR.
Seifer: Damn right I’m ready…
I walk around too the passenger door getting into the car placing the bag with the shotgun inside in between my legs resting in the foot well. Matt notices my shotgun poking out of the bag and looks at me.
Matt: Kinda makes my handgun look useless…
Seifer: Yeah but yours is easier to hide…
Matt: True, but anyway, let’s go and find Chels…
Matt starts the car and we speed off into the night.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Jim Morrison
Rolling down the road we mostly stayed silent listening to the GPS telling us where to go, I can’t stop myself from shaking from what has happened.
Matt: I know its redundant dude, but try and stay calm, we’ll find her…
Seifer: I know mate, but I can’t help it…
Matt: Yeah I know…
Suddenly our attention is diverted to the GPS.
GPS: You have reached your destination…
Matt: Okay we’re here…
I get out the car and take out the shotgun from the bag. Only seeing the small shack we realise where it was taking us.
Seifer: I’ll go first…
I go to move forward but I feel a weight on my chest, I look down and Matt has his hand on my chest stopping me from going forward.
Matt: Calm down, I’ll go first, I’ve been in these kind of situations, you haven’t. We have no idea what is behind that door…just stay close to me and follow everything I tell you to do…
Matt then pulls his handgun from its holster and holds it up with both hands as he begins to make his way ahead of me towards the door.
Seifer: Alright then…
I follow him towards the door keeping my shotgun elevated just in case.
Matt: Okay, I’m going to slowly open the door; you keep your gun aimed at it okay?
I nod and point the gun towards the door as Matt slowly opens the door, we both brace ourselves expecting something to happen but nothing does.
Seifer: Now what?
Matt: We go in…but slowly…and stay behind me at ALL times…even if we see Chels…don’t rush towards her because for all we know the place could be booby trapped…
Seifer: I can’t promise anything, but I will try my best…
The two of us slowly make our way into the old wooden shack, both our guns elevated. As we enter, I notice a light switch so I press it and it turns the light on and straight away we see Chels lying on the floor covered in blood. The two of us are shocked by what we see that we can barely speak.
Matt: Oh…my…God…
Seifer: CHELS! Can you hear me?
I look up at Matt as he’s busy tapping away on his cell phone, he puts the phone to his ear and whilst he’s waiting for someone to answer he looks at me.
Matt: Get her in the car now! I’m phoning the hospital and letting them know the situation and that we’re on our way…
I dash over and check her pulse.
Seifer: She’s still breathing…
Throwing the gun to one side I pick her up into my arms and take her to the car putting her on my lap in the car.
Matt: Yes hello, I need doctors and nurses on stand-by. I’m former NYPD Officer, Matthew Robinson and I have found a friend of mine unconscious, still breathing and she’s lost a lot of blood…I’m bringing her in right now…
Matt gets into the car too and starts the engine.
Matt: Okay thanks…bye…
Matt then hangs up the phone and then begins driving us off to the hospital.
Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury.
Francis Quarles
LaToya Jackson
Pacing back and forth across the hotel room I start to panic more and more, after the fifth attempt of trying to call Chels I am nearing a full blown meltdown so I have called Matt over to talk too and see what he can do. She never does not answer or call me back and it’s been about three hours since she said she was coming home. Before I can think about anything else I hear the door open up, with a jolt I instinctually shout.
Seifer: CHELS!
I turn towards the door and sigh slightly as I realise that it’s not Chels but it’s Matt instead.
Matt: Dude, what’s going on?
Seifer: I’m worried dude, Chels called about three hours ago saying she was coming back from the arena but she has not gotten back, and I have been trying to call her and she hasn’t picked up and you know what she’s like about answering her phone or calling someone back.
Matt: Yeah, and after what happened on Slam, her not answering or calling back can’t be a good thing…
Seifer: Its why I called you, do you think there is anything we can do about it, she has Shelley with her so I know something is wrong because she never fails to come straight back from the arena.
Matt: When you called her, was it ringing or did it go straight to voicemail? If it was ringing then that means it’s on meaning I’d be able to track it…
Seifer: It was ringing…
Matt: Okay good, then I’ll need your phone, a USB cable and a laptop or some sort of computer…
Seifer: Alright dude, here’s my phone and the laptop is in the bag next to the bed…
I hand him my phone and he goes over to get the laptop.
Matt: Okay right…
He sits back down and sets the laptop onto the table before plugging the USB cable into the laptop and plugging the other end of the cable into my phone.
Matt: Okay now I’m going to access this official federal website used for tracking things like this down, with this laptop not being a federal licensed one. Normally federal licensed ones have a special program for these kinds of matters…
He begins tapping away on the keyboard as I look on somewhat mesmerized by the whole thing.
Seifer: Will this be okay with you not being a cop now?
Matt: Normally no, but I’ve still got some buddies of mine back in the force who owe me a few favours so they’ll keep me from getting locked up. But in all honesty, considering this is Chels we’re talking about, I’d much rather track her down, help you find her and get sent to prison than not even bother trying…
Seifer: Thanks bro…
Matt: Don’t mention it…and bingo…we’ve got a hit…
Seifer: Where is she?
Matt: Well according to the co-ordinates…it’s not too far from the arena…write those co-ordinates down whilst I get my GPS out of the trunk of my car and we’ll get going. Make sure you shut everything off and delete your browsing history, last thing we need are cops snooping around your place and asking why you’ve been accessing federal websites…
Seifer: No worries, I’ll get that done now…
As he goes to get his stuff from the car I delete my browsing history and shut down the laptop before putting on my boots, and grabbing my coat and my shotgun, placing it in a bag before leaving and meeting Matt at his car.
Matt: Are you ready?
Matt then takes a federal licensed handgun from the trunk of his car, places a full magazine into it and cocks it before placing it into the holster that he is now wearing before climbing into the driver’s side of his Mercedes McLaren SLR.
Seifer: Damn right I’m ready…
I walk around too the passenger door getting into the car placing the bag with the shotgun inside in between my legs resting in the foot well. Matt notices my shotgun poking out of the bag and looks at me.
Matt: Kinda makes my handgun look useless…
Seifer: Yeah but yours is easier to hide…
Matt: True, but anyway, let’s go and find Chels…
Matt starts the car and we speed off into the night.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Jim Morrison
Rolling down the road we mostly stayed silent listening to the GPS telling us where to go, I can’t stop myself from shaking from what has happened.
Matt: I know its redundant dude, but try and stay calm, we’ll find her…
Seifer: I know mate, but I can’t help it…
Matt: Yeah I know…
Suddenly our attention is diverted to the GPS.
GPS: You have reached your destination…
Matt: Okay we’re here…
I get out the car and take out the shotgun from the bag. Only seeing the small shack we realise where it was taking us.
Seifer: I’ll go first…
I go to move forward but I feel a weight on my chest, I look down and Matt has his hand on my chest stopping me from going forward.
Matt: Calm down, I’ll go first, I’ve been in these kind of situations, you haven’t. We have no idea what is behind that door…just stay close to me and follow everything I tell you to do…
Matt then pulls his handgun from its holster and holds it up with both hands as he begins to make his way ahead of me towards the door.
Seifer: Alright then…
I follow him towards the door keeping my shotgun elevated just in case.
Matt: Okay, I’m going to slowly open the door; you keep your gun aimed at it okay?
I nod and point the gun towards the door as Matt slowly opens the door, we both brace ourselves expecting something to happen but nothing does.
Seifer: Now what?
Matt: We go in…but slowly…and stay behind me at ALL times…even if we see Chels…don’t rush towards her because for all we know the place could be booby trapped…
Seifer: I can’t promise anything, but I will try my best…
The two of us slowly make our way into the old wooden shack, both our guns elevated. As we enter, I notice a light switch so I press it and it turns the light on and straight away we see Chels lying on the floor covered in blood. The two of us are shocked by what we see that we can barely speak.
Matt: Oh…my…God…
Seifer: CHELS! Can you hear me?
I look up at Matt as he’s busy tapping away on his cell phone, he puts the phone to his ear and whilst he’s waiting for someone to answer he looks at me.
Matt: Get her in the car now! I’m phoning the hospital and letting them know the situation and that we’re on our way…
I dash over and check her pulse.
Seifer: She’s still breathing…
Throwing the gun to one side I pick her up into my arms and take her to the car putting her on my lap in the car.
Matt: Yes hello, I need doctors and nurses on stand-by. I’m former NYPD Officer, Matthew Robinson and I have found a friend of mine unconscious, still breathing and she’s lost a lot of blood…I’m bringing her in right now…
Matt gets into the car too and starts the engine.
Matt: Okay thanks…bye…
Matt then hangs up the phone and then begins driving us off to the hospital.
Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury.
Francis Quarles
