Me Again-This time something ORIG-INAL!

Okay so yeah, it's me, Katie. I felt like posting something ORIGINAL of mine so I went rummaging through some 'old' writing of mine (4 weeks or longer) seeing as I haven't had time to writing my L.O.A. story lately (sadly) but I have had time to plan some details out for it, which of course is helpful like one of the details is, is that, that's a picture of my L.O.A.'s MC Alana's horse-gorgeous huh? But so yeah and I found something I did about 2 or 3 years ago for a writing assignment, it's a clip from a book that I never really wrote but might have been interesting if I picked it up, it's a bit confusing cause I started from a clip from god-only-knows-what-chapter-it-would-have-been. I started this when I was addicted to mysteries and I had just seen the Haunted Mansion with Eddie Murphy-hence the Murphy Mansion. Here Let me narrate as much as possible:

Naration: Emily Matlock is a 17-year-old orphaned juenvile genius she has graduated highschool, been in collage 4 years and has started a 6 to 8 year internship at Mr. Macintyre's, a man like a father to her, law agency as his own personal detective and when needed, a stand in lawyer. They're working on a recent kidnapping and possible murder case of 6 or more kids that also involves a 250 year old murder of a rich family that was never solved. On the job for this 'book' is Brad, Emily's ever faithful (reminds me of a super hero explaination LOL) police officer-undercover-detective boyfriend, Mr. Macintyre, Emily's employer and Emily, the MC.




Here we go:

Emily walked up to the old mansion and climbed it's wooden, creeking stairs. She turned the door nob slowly, her heart pounding at an odd, unusual pace. This was just an investigation, not coming face to face with a possible could-be or would-be killer. The door squeeked as it opened and the floor boards groaned unhappily at a humans long-forgotten weight.

Emily stepped into the estate, the air was thick and moist due to the humid day and the building being boarded up for so long, "Plah, ew, yuck!" She said as she walked into what she hoped was a cob web. She brushed herself off and turned on her flash light. Everything in the mansion was dusty, dirty, full of cobwebs or something else.

Emily walked into the center of the room as a sudden hard wind out of nowhere rattled the boarded windows with the force of a hurricane and caused the front door shut from behind her. She jumped almost out of her skin and stood frozen for a minute before realizing she wasn't breathing. Being in the old Murphy Manor gave her the creeps, but she had a mission nonetheless. She walked towards the ballroom which was 4 flights up on the 2nd to last floor, it took awhile but even with the eerie sounds that flooded her tuned-in ears she proceeded. She passed the ballroom intently and went up one last flight of stairs, these ones oddly enough didn't make a sound. When she reached the top she was in another room that was the length of the large villa. She carefully and almost strategically walked through the old room her mind racing the entire time, searching for answers, for clues, or possibly more questions that needed answers. Her mind wandered as her eyes scanned the room, she wondered what it must have looked like 250 years before. The walls once a beautiful gold were now dusty, dirty, chipping, blood stained, and tarnished. The white tile was now gray, the Chandlire now dusty, old, cracked, falling a part and full of cobwebs. But yet, through all of that the most important things remained perfectly untouched and intact, the evidence.

A sound from behind, a whisper, and a draft that felt like someone breathing on her neck made her whip around and shine her flash light down the darkend hall. "No one," she said to herself, "You're just nervous and uptight. Focus. You need to focus, that's all."

A screech from what sounded like a dying bird came out of no where, her flash light shut off and a horrid smell filled her nose- them smell of something she just could not pin point. The sounds faded but the smell stayed, she felt like someone was watching her closely, very closely-too closely. She stayed put, she didn't dare move, she knew for sure that someone was watching her intently but she didn't know from where. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end as the air seemed to thicken and swelter. The eerie silence made her tense and caused her heart to pound to hard she could hear it in her head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it, a person, a man lurking in the dark with a grin that almost glowed with villainy. She panicked but she knew she had to think fast, she had to run-but she didn't know where. She couldn't go back because he was there. She looked a head, there was her way out. The Balcony. She ran towards the old, wooden french doors and tried to open them, they were bolted. She heard a malious chuckle. He knew. He knew she was trapped just like Mrs. Murphy, the original owner of this building, except there was a difference Emily had no Mr. Murphy, Mrs. Murphy's husband, to try and save her because she had told Brad, her boyfriend, to help her employer, Mr. Macintyre at his office. Even if she had a 'Mr. Murphy' she knew he would probably be killed too, just like the original and the thought of something like that happening to Brad was unbearable. The man came forward holding a gun, she could see he was smirking but nothing else. Emily did what she thought was best, a stupid best, but best she could think of at the moment. Scream. She didn't know if anyone would here her, nor did she know if anyone was was around there but she was going to do it and pray to god that it worked. She didn't dare turn at first, she scream as hard as she could and she swore she could of heard someone running up the stairs but she wasn't sure. She began to turn and next things she new she heard a gun shot, someone scream her name and then she blacked out.


"Emelia, Emily, Em, are you alright? Can you hear me? Emily, Emily," A voice in the distance seemed to call to her. "Em, oh please be alright." The voice said again and gentle lips pressed to her forehead.

The blackness that surrounded Emily slowly started to fade into a white mist, she moaned and slowly opened her eyes as the mist subsided. TRhere was a splitting pain in her right arm and her head hurt too. She turned her eyes to see who had been talking to her, she was excited to see it none other than Brad. "Brad, why are you here?" She said trying to sit up but her hurt too much and the minute she put presure on her right arm seaing pain came to her atttention more than ever so much she almost screamed.

"Careful, Em." Brad said gently forcing her to lay down, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I-Oh. My. Gosh." SHe said as she looked at her right arm, it was full of blood and Brad was doctoring it.

"You'll be fine," His turqiose eyes melted almost as he looked at her, "thought a doctor needs to take out the bullet." He ran a hand through his hair, "As for me being here, well after I left with Mr. Macintyre I had a feeling something was up, you know a guyt feeling that you were in trouble so I had him bring me here then I say your light from your flash light go off from outside-it was shining through a crack- and I said I was going inside, once in there I heard you scream and a gun shooting, I screamed your name and ran upstairs hoping you were alright and still concious," He kissed her forehead again, "One of my prayers were answered."

"When you got up here was a man already here?" Emily said watching Brad cleaning her arm.

"No," He said thoughtfully, "no one was up here when I came up. I mean obviously someone had to have been up here to fire the gun but they were gone when I came up here and I really wasn't in the state of mind to do a formal investigation with my girlfriend lying unconcious and shot on the floor."

Just then Mr. Macintyre came in, "Emily, are you okay?" He said very concerned.

Emily tried to nod but her head was still pounding too much. Brad who was siting with his legs under him moved Emily up onto his legs so her back was against his knees, he rests her head on his arm while he tries to get a better position to clean her shot wound. "I'm pretty sure she'll be okay." Brad said, he didn't want her to try and speak or anything.

Mr. Macintyre knelt down, "Emily can you see me?" He asked, his voice caring like a father.

"Yes Mr-" She said weakly but Brad cut her off, "Shh, don't it's better you don't talk-trust me I know, I've had enough shot wounds." Brad finnished as he wrapped her arm as best he could with his over shirt. "There no come on let's get you to a dctor. Can you stand?"

"I think so." Emily replied. Brad helped her off his knees then stood up himself. She tried to stamd up but once she stood up too far she collapsed, Brad, thinking fast caught her in his arms just before she hit the floor.

Mr. Macintyer, who was already at the doorway, whipped around, "Emily?"

"I-I'm okay."

"No you're not." Brad said and then swept her into his arms.

"I can walk-"

"You are not walking at the moment as long as you're my girlfriend." He turned, "Mr. Macintyre go to the car, use my cell and call my dad, tell him we'll be right over." Mr. Macintyre nodded and let.

"Brad, I can walk." Emily protested one last time but Brad pretended her handed heard her and walked out the door with Emily still in hs arms


Next Chapter:

Dr. Brian Brewsha took off his plastic gloves and looked at Emily who was sitting on a patients bed with Brad next to her, "Looks like you'll be okay, just keep your arm in that sling and don't get up too much for a week-"


"But, Dr. Brewsha, I have a job to do, the case that we're working on is-"

"We'll take care of that till you feel better. Brad and I will be able to keep ourselves quite in order." Mr. Macintyre said.

"Yeah, Em, don't worry about it, no sweat. I'll do everything you do." Brad said with a smile as both Emily and Mr. Macintyre uttered 'Lord no'

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Emily walked into Mr. Macintyre's office, she didn't care if she was hurt this was her case and there was no way on heaven or earth she was going on leave from it. This was too important.

'So I have a few scratches, my legs are sore, and my arm hurts and is in a sling-does her seriuosly believe that's going to stop me from working on this case, her must be out of his mind. ' She thought as she walked over to Mr. Macintyre's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." His older, wiser tone rang like a doorbell as Emily turned the doorknob ever so carefully and opened the door while stepping inside the wooden doorway and into a safisticated oficced decorated with pictures and deploma's on the walls. book cases, cabinets, plants, a couch, a love seat, tv (that only excepts certain channels, most being news), a radio and righ the cent sat his desk. He glanced over files, "Emily." He leaned back into his chairs and looked over his glances and act that made him look like Perry Mason, "I thought your orders were to stay at your appartment and rest."

"I did. For a day and a half, I think I'm doing pretty good-don't you?" She pushed her sun glasses onto the top her head as she looked at him. "You can't keep my off this, John, you know you need me."

"I know I do but I'm more concerned about your mental and physical health at the moment."

"You make me sound mentally ill, Mr. Macintyre."

"After your last incounter, Ms. Matlock, I'm surprise your brain functions at all."

"This is my case, Mr. Macintyre."

"You are not working on till a doctor gives you permission, Ms. Matlock, I suggest you go home."

"Mr. Macintyre, the urgency of this case is-"

"Is exstitential. We know. Go home Emily."

"Mr. Macintyre, this is outragious."

"Go, Emily."

"John."

"Now."

"Rrr" Emily turned on her heel and slammed his office door shut behind her, "I'll be darned if he keeps me from this case, a children's lives are at stake." She turned on her heel, stormed past Conard, and Julia and went into her office. She sat down at her desk and opened the folders on her desk reading "Bitterman File", "What the.." Each individual paper had been replaced with another that read 'Go home'. She glared down at the papers and slammed the files on her desk. He was not going to win. She stood and left the building fuming. There had to be something she could do without his approval.

The weather in California was extremely hot that day and she was nearly sweating to death as she walked back towards her appartment. She glanced at a bilboard it read, '105 degrees' and she turned before she could see the humidity inclination.

'I would have given you all of my heart
but there's someone who's torn it apart
and she's taking almost all that I've got
but if you want, I'll try to love again
baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

I still want you by my side
just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
cause I'm sure gonna give you a try
and if you want, I'll try to love again
but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

'Cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest '

"Yeah I hear you." She said as her cellphone went off. She unhooked her bluetooth and hooked it to her ear, "Hello, Emily Matlock speaking."

"Is she free for lunch?" Brad's voice said.

"Ooo it sounds tempting but I'm trying to be steaming mad at John."

"Am I melting that?"

"More than you know."

Brad chuckled, "What are you mad about?"

"He won't let me work."

"Emily, we decided you would wait till you're better."

"I'm feeling fine."

"You know what I mean."

Emily sighed, "I know."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know, some side walk."

"That's comforting."

Emily rolled her eyes, "Some side walk 2 blocks from my house."

"Want me to meet you?"

"Are you determind to have lunch with me?"

"Well, it's slow here at the presinct so they're giving us all an hour and a half lunches on call and it doesn't seem to be getting any quicker and unless something happens I'm going to have an hour and a half lunch so...why not spend it with the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Okay, Brad, now you're just kissing up."

"It work?"

"Sadly, yes."

He smiled, "Good, I'll leave in five minutes."

"Why not now, Mr. Hasty, I thought you were dying to see me."

"Well I just don't want to run out of here like a bat out of heck."

"What would the sheriff or chief do, take your badge?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Brad!"

"Okay not really but they'd be fuming."

"You are such a dork, Brad, you know that?"

"Only cause you happen to the world's smartest 17-year-old."

"Are you trying to flatter me?"

"It working?"

"Maybe"

"Then maybe I am."

"You getting enough oxegyn in that building, Brad?"

Brad laughed, "Of course, Em, I just happen to be in a good mood."

"Why?"

"For once I know your life isn't in danger."

"I can see where that'd be comforting." She said rumaging through her pocket book for her keys, "Still no reason to kiss up."

"I'm aloud to do that."

"Yeah you are, it's just not normal." She put her hand on the handle and went to put her key in the hole but the door opened, "Odd..."

"What," Brad paused, "what's odd-Emily,what's odd?"

"Relax, Brad, I just forgot to lock the door."

"You always lock the door."

"I was more focused on getting my case back."

"Emily, I'm saying this as your boyfriend and a police officer don't ever do that again."

"I won't." She said shutting the door behind her and walking up the stairs to her appartment. "I promise."

"You better." His tone was teasing.

"Are you teasing-" Her voice stopped as she stood in her open doorway.

"Emily....Emily....Em what's wrong?"

"Brad, get down here and get bring some detectives, now."

"Why?"

"Someone broke into my appartment while I was gone."

"You stay there, Em, we'll be there in almost 2 seconds-if you hear anything get out."

"I know the drill, Brad."

"I love you."

"I love you too." She said and they both hung up. She stood in her doorway looking at the mess her appartment was in everything was thrown, tossed or turned every which way all over the room. She gently edged her way into the room, careful not to touch anything while making her way to the coffee table, laying ontop of all the other papers was a paper filled out with newspaper letters with the kidnappees' names and the letter signed in blood. She swallowed hard at the enscripitiur;

'I have the leverage, I have the kids.

You have 48 hours to give me 45 million dollors or the kids die. You have 48 hours to stop trying finding me and to do this, without it Jacelyn, Jonie, Seth, Andrew, Layla and Zach die.

And given the chance, so will you. I'll contact you.

With the wild goose chase you're doing you're losing valuable time, Matlock.

You're time is running out, the clock is ticking

....tick...tock...tick...tock...

Will you win? I think not.

Tick...tock...Tick...tock....

Anonomyous. '

Emily swallowed hard on her suddenly dry throat. 48 hours for 45 million dollars was not a lot of time, nor was it enough time for her to wait till she was better, childrens lives were at stake and there was one thing left to do; Live and Breath this case. He or She was not going to have the leverage if she had anything to do with it.