Rebuilding A Broken Heart (Prologue part 3 added 11/5)
Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:10 pm
This is most likely going to be the most ambitious (I'd just have to hope that it doesn't go top gear on me) project I'm doing since it's based at least six years after events in the game (I think that is enough time to get through university and/or other things), but before anyone starts to complain about the lack of the games characters, I'm going to say that as of this moment Hanako, Hisao, Lilly, Emi, Suzu, Molly and Miki (with the latter of those featuring in the first chapter in probably the most unlikely job for her, but I think the one I've thought up for Suzu would be even stranger when it's known) will feature in the story with some of the other characters featuring in minor roles along the way (but those parts haven't been decided on yet).
This story uses Lilly's good end as a base with some inspiration from other stories to fill in some of the blanks (at least for how Hanako ends up where she is in this story).
I've decided to not start at the entering Yamaku for this one. The story will start with a three part prologue (with the early part of the first actual chapter in the story and the end of the third part of the prologue linking up) with each part coming from the viewpoint of a different person (the first being a detective, the second being a doctor and the third (spoiler in place because it does ruin part of the story) being a former messy haired transfer student turned science teacher).
I won't go too far into the story until I've made up a character list (students at Yamaku including their back stories along with any other people that turn up more often then not) along with the name of the main character (without that, I won't be progressing past the first part of the prologue since his name is mentioned in both the second and third parts).
Excluding the three stories that I haven't posted (one of which won't be posted until one story has been finished) this will be the last story I'll start work on until I've got at least one or more stories completed, so to make sure that everyone knows what stories are being worked an and which are on hold for one reason or another (along with any reasons for delays), I've created this handy project status file which will be updated whenever things change and when the other two (if I decide to continue on with one of them) stories are ready to be posted (they'll appear in the list around the time they're posted), and I'll also be posting that link in the first posts in my other stories (one thing I should say is that once I have enough ideas in my head for a story, I have to start writing it so it doesn't take over too many of my thought processes).
One thing I should say is that the original title for this story was rebuilding a broken life, but I decided to change it at the tenth hour after thinking that heart instead of life would be better considering the emotional state of the main character.
I think that I might have stretched reality to the breaking point here, but it should be the only time it happens in this story (well I hope it is).
Anyhoo, here is the first part of the prologue.
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Prologue Part 1
Emergency Run
I thought that this would be a night where nothing serious would happen, but all that ended a little while ago.
A call had come in stating that there was screaming and shouting was coming from a neighbouring property, and I thought that it was just a domestic until a panicked call from the first officers on the scene requesting more assistance came over the radio.
It seems to have been more then a domestic as they were trying to arrest a suspect who had started attacking them when he was discovered.
Now I'm racing to the scene just in case a detective is required there.
The lack of updates after that backup call have had me concerned since I'm not that far away now, but a call comes over the air that the suspect is now in custody made me relax a bit but a request for ambulances made put me back on edge.
The scene of the incident wasn't that hard to miss even if I didn't have the address because of the amount of police cars that are parked on the street, so I reported to headquarters that I'd arrived at the scene and got out of the car.
Four officers were standing outside the property, but neither of then had noticed my arrival since there were occupied with emptying the contents of their stomachs.
As I walked towards the property, a less queasy officer was standing at the door.
“I didn't think that a detective would be here so soon”, the officer said.
“I started heading this way after the assistance call went out”, I said “what's happened here?”
“The home owners were attacked”, the officer said “they're dead along with one of the first responding officers”.
“Where's the other officer”, I asked.
“She's keeping an eye on the only survivor”, the officer said “she has a few injuries, but they're only minor”.
I nodded to the officer who stood aside to let me in, and I could see why some of the rookies were outside emptying the contents of their stomachs onto the pavement.
It was absolute carnage inside, with the walls and some of the furniture covered in blood.
In one area were what looked like two bodies, but there were covered under a sheet of some kind and upon lifting the sheet then hearing another officer who was nearby heading outside to evacuate the contents of their stomach, I didn't really need any kind of medical confirmation of how they died since their heads have been caved in.
All of this reminds me of the stack of unsolved cases that have been stacking up on my desk over the past year.
They were all similar with the adults in the house being bludgeoned to death in one way or another, and any children in the house were tied up and butchered with seemingly no motive or reasoning behind what had happened.
Whomever was doing that was very adept at keeping the amount of evidence to a minimum, but there was just enough evidence including stuff that couldn't be removed to connect all the cases to a single person.
One thing that was different here is that there was screaming and shouting that wasn't present in the other cases, but it could be that the suspect didn't get the drop on the adult members of the household this time which caused the more prompt response.
Suddenly remembering that there is a survivor, and that children were involved in the other cases, I headed for the bedrooms.
I could hear a lot of commotion coming from one room which is likely to be where the suspect was being held while they waited for the van to take him away, but a headless body dressed in a police uniform pointed me in the direction of the room the survivor.
The door seems to have taken a beating looking at the holes in it, and as I walked into the room I was greeted with a smaller scene of carnage.
However, the damage had been done, but not completed as I have seen many times before as the child who looked to be of the age where he would be entering highschool soon lay bound to his bed, but only his lower legs had been amputated as a tourniquet now tied on each limb made from what looks like a shirt are now making attempts to keep the blood in his body along with the pillows that had been placed under his legs.
At the foot of the bed there were several implements that could be used to dismember a body including some rather meaty meat cleavers which looked like they could cut through bone in one go given the right amount of force, however one other thing I did notice was the severed parts of his legs although I doubt that they can be reattached since they're now in several bits.
Sitting next to him was the survivor out of the two first responding officers, her right hand holding something against her left cheek and the stumped end of her left arm was placed in his right hand.
Almost all the officers at the time thought that someone like Miki Miura wouldn't make it as a police officer and would give the force a bad name because of her tanned skin, but she did succeed and became the most respected officers on the force.
“He's still alive, but I'm not sure how long he'll hold out”, Miki said “I think he was drugged so he didn't know what was happening”.
As I went to look at the contents of the table, Miki stopped me with some more information.
“He came at us with a large axe”, Miki said “I managed to avoid getting hit fully with the first hit, and I had to avoid a few more while calling for assistance then I got in here and locked the door. I'm just glad that the door had some serious reinforcement and locks”.
Suddenly remembering her athletic abilities, I decided to look at the door and even though I couldn't really see how it managed to stop an axe from turning it into nothing but splinters it did have a serious locking system which isn't surprising since the sale of locking systems increased after the news of the third set of killings hit the news, but I'm guessing that this one wasn't in use because his parents were probably still awake at the time considering their bodies are in the living room and not the bedroom like the other cases.
I then walked over to the table and took a mental note of the small bottles that were on it, but as I went to check on the child, someone else walked in.
“We just heard from the ambulance crews that have been sent, detective”, the officer said “they should be here within the next fifteen minutes”.
Fifteen minutes. After checking his pulse I'm not even sure if he has that long even if it might be the drugs he was injected with that's causing this, and if he did live long enough for the first ambulance to arrive, he could still die on the trip to the hospital.
“I'll make a quick record of the scene and I'll take him to the hospital myself”, I said “the hospital isn't that far away and doing it this way will increase his chances of survival”.
I quickly brought out my pocket notebook along with a digital camera I keep on me for situations like this, and I started by taking notes of everything I could see then I went onto taking any photographs I thought were necessary before untying his arms.
“You're coming as well”, I said “you need that wound treated and I'll need some help with him”.
I heard some movement from behind me as I grabbed a few pillows.
“Why did I become a police officer instead of taking that job I was offered”, Miki said “if I had taken that job, then I wouldn't have been here”.
I turned around ready to hand the pillows to her.
“If you hadn't been here, then this might have turned out differently”, I said “and I would have had another unsolved case on my desk. Your actions here might have saved a life as well as solving all of the unsolved cases I've been dealing with”.
The depressed look on Miki's face started to fade away ever so slightly.
“You're right about that”, Miki said as I helped place the pillows under her left arm “what's the plan for getting to your car?”
“We move as quickly as we can”, I said “once we get there, I'll see about putting some form of dressing over his legs to keep the bleeding under control while we're on the way to the hospital”.
“Sounds like a good plan”, Miki said as she headed for the door.
I gently lifted the child off the bed and headed for the door, and once I'd told the officer standing in the hallway to notify the hospital to expect us along with making sure I was contacted once they had gotten the suspect to headquarters, we headed outside as quickly as we could.
It looked like my saying that I'd be taking the survivor to the hospital had made it to the officers that were outside as the cars that had been parked haphazardly on the road had been moved, and some of the officers were waiting at my car with one holding what looked like a stocked well beyond what was necessary first aid kit.
When we reached the car, Miki got into the car from one side whilst I and another officer moved the survivor onto the back seat from the other side after the pillows I'd handed to Miki had been put in a suitable place.
Once that had been done, I started to bodge something together out of what was in the supplied first aid kit and ended up making some dodgy looking sock things with dressing pads at the bottom.
After I did all I could to keep any further blood loss to a minimum, I headed over to the drivers seat and got ready for the emergency run to the hospital, and when I started to set off, two other cars started off with one in front and the other behind my car acting as an escort to get us to the hospital.
There wasn't any need to call for help when we got there, as they'd been notified of my impending arrival, and several people were waiting for us.
“What have you got”, one of the doctors asked as I got out of the car.
I started to reel off everything I could remember about the scene, including the cocktail of drugs that were used to keep him from waking up and that his parents were dead.
“That's likely to make our job that bit harder”, the doctor said as he did a quick examination “did you bring the amputated parts of his legs?”
I showed the doctor one of the pictures, which included what was left of what had been his lower legs.
“I doubt there would be any way we would have been able to put that lot back together”, the doctor said “we need to get this kid into an operating room now, tell the anaesthetist that we'll have to be careful when keeping him under and we'll need as much blood as we can get”.
Two of the people dashed back inside as the rest started to get the survivor out of the car and onto the trolley they had.
“She needs help as well”, I said pointing at Miki.
One of the people who was helping volunteered to take care of Miki's injuries, and as the two of them disappeared into the hospital, the rest of the team dashed inside with the survivor whilst the doctor told me to go to the waiting room.
At least an hour has passed with no update as to how the operation is going, with only a call from the crime scene guys asking for the pictures I took of the scene in the bedroom before I had to take the survivor to the hospital being the only distraction.
Miki entered the room a quarter of an hour later, her left cheek now sporting several stiches.
“They think that I'll have a scar there once it's healed”, Miki said “it'll just be a souvenir of my stupidity”.
Miki then started talking about her uncertainty about her future when she was in high school, going to university just to keep in touch with some of her friends and her decision to become a police officer after getting and refusing an offer to work at her old high school.
“But you managed to save that child”, I said “and you helped to get a dangerous person who has been plaguing my unsolved case pile arrested”.
“Your right”, Miki said with a slightly dejected tone “I could see if that job I refused is still available. As long as my friends aren't mad at me for refusing the offer in the first place”.
I think she talked about some of her friends before, one was a narcoleptic and another was a prodigy with no lower legs if I remember correctly.
“They also had job offers from Yamaku”, Miki said “even Emi is working there as a teacher”.
My shock about hearing about some Miki hadn't mentioned before was short lived as a doctor walked into the room.
“I would've chewed you out for not waiting for an ambulance”, the doctor said “but I won't this time considering the nature of his injuries along with the fact that the ambulance service has been stretched as of late”.
Miki started looking a bit more like herself upon hearing those words.
“So he's gonna make it”, Miki asked.
The doctor remained silent for a few seconds before answering the question.
“He might 'make it' with regards to his injuries, but I wouldn't be so sure about his emotional state when he comes around”, the doctor said “we were able to close the injuries to his legs with only the wait to see if there are any other problems from the loss of blood along with those drugs he was pumped with, but the one thing we can't really predict is how he'll react after being told about his parents”.
There would be no way to find out if he was awake or asleep when this started, so it could be a bout of depression or he could completely lose the plot and do something stupid.
A sudden ringing from my pocket broke me out of my train of thought, and once I took the phone out of the pocket it was in the number of the caller told me that it must be that call from headquarters telling me that they'd gotten the suspect to headquarters.
“I've got to get back to the investigation”, I said handing the doctor a business card “call me if there are any changes in his condition”.
I left the room with Miki following behind.
“So you're just going to leave”, Miki said.
“Until he recovers the only thing I can do is focus on the investigation”, I said “and I wouldn't be that much of a father figure since I'm still single at my age”.
“Then who is going to keep him company”, Miki asked.
“I've got an idea on one person who can do that”, I said “since she'll have enough time to do so since she'll be off duty for a while”.
I think Miki got what I was saying, but I couldn't really be sure if she will remain in the force after all this.
This story uses Lilly's good end as a base with some inspiration from other stories to fill in some of the blanks (at least for how Hanako ends up where she is in this story).
I've decided to not start at the entering Yamaku for this one. The story will start with a three part prologue (with the early part of the first actual chapter in the story and the end of the third part of the prologue linking up) with each part coming from the viewpoint of a different person (the first being a detective, the second being a doctor and the third (spoiler in place because it does ruin part of the story) being a former messy haired transfer student turned science teacher).
I won't go too far into the story until I've made up a character list (students at Yamaku including their back stories along with any other people that turn up more often then not) along with the name of the main character (without that, I won't be progressing past the first part of the prologue since his name is mentioned in both the second and third parts).
Excluding the three stories that I haven't posted (one of which won't be posted until one story has been finished) this will be the last story I'll start work on until I've got at least one or more stories completed, so to make sure that everyone knows what stories are being worked an and which are on hold for one reason or another (along with any reasons for delays), I've created this handy project status file which will be updated whenever things change and when the other two (if I decide to continue on with one of them) stories are ready to be posted (they'll appear in the list around the time they're posted), and I'll also be posting that link in the first posts in my other stories (one thing I should say is that once I have enough ideas in my head for a story, I have to start writing it so it doesn't take over too many of my thought processes).
One thing I should say is that the original title for this story was rebuilding a broken life, but I decided to change it at the tenth hour after thinking that heart instead of life would be better considering the emotional state of the main character.
I think that I might have stretched reality to the breaking point here, but it should be the only time it happens in this story (well I hope it is).
Anyhoo, here is the first part of the prologue.
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Prologue Part 1
Emergency Run
I thought that this would be a night where nothing serious would happen, but all that ended a little while ago.
A call had come in stating that there was screaming and shouting was coming from a neighbouring property, and I thought that it was just a domestic until a panicked call from the first officers on the scene requesting more assistance came over the radio.
It seems to have been more then a domestic as they were trying to arrest a suspect who had started attacking them when he was discovered.
Now I'm racing to the scene just in case a detective is required there.
The lack of updates after that backup call have had me concerned since I'm not that far away now, but a call comes over the air that the suspect is now in custody made me relax a bit but a request for ambulances made put me back on edge.
The scene of the incident wasn't that hard to miss even if I didn't have the address because of the amount of police cars that are parked on the street, so I reported to headquarters that I'd arrived at the scene and got out of the car.
Four officers were standing outside the property, but neither of then had noticed my arrival since there were occupied with emptying the contents of their stomachs.
As I walked towards the property, a less queasy officer was standing at the door.
“I didn't think that a detective would be here so soon”, the officer said.
“I started heading this way after the assistance call went out”, I said “what's happened here?”
“The home owners were attacked”, the officer said “they're dead along with one of the first responding officers”.
“Where's the other officer”, I asked.
“She's keeping an eye on the only survivor”, the officer said “she has a few injuries, but they're only minor”.
I nodded to the officer who stood aside to let me in, and I could see why some of the rookies were outside emptying the contents of their stomachs onto the pavement.
It was absolute carnage inside, with the walls and some of the furniture covered in blood.
In one area were what looked like two bodies, but there were covered under a sheet of some kind and upon lifting the sheet then hearing another officer who was nearby heading outside to evacuate the contents of their stomach, I didn't really need any kind of medical confirmation of how they died since their heads have been caved in.
All of this reminds me of the stack of unsolved cases that have been stacking up on my desk over the past year.
They were all similar with the adults in the house being bludgeoned to death in one way or another, and any children in the house were tied up and butchered with seemingly no motive or reasoning behind what had happened.
Whomever was doing that was very adept at keeping the amount of evidence to a minimum, but there was just enough evidence including stuff that couldn't be removed to connect all the cases to a single person.
One thing that was different here is that there was screaming and shouting that wasn't present in the other cases, but it could be that the suspect didn't get the drop on the adult members of the household this time which caused the more prompt response.
Suddenly remembering that there is a survivor, and that children were involved in the other cases, I headed for the bedrooms.
I could hear a lot of commotion coming from one room which is likely to be where the suspect was being held while they waited for the van to take him away, but a headless body dressed in a police uniform pointed me in the direction of the room the survivor.
The door seems to have taken a beating looking at the holes in it, and as I walked into the room I was greeted with a smaller scene of carnage.
However, the damage had been done, but not completed as I have seen many times before as the child who looked to be of the age where he would be entering highschool soon lay bound to his bed, but only his lower legs had been amputated as a tourniquet now tied on each limb made from what looks like a shirt are now making attempts to keep the blood in his body along with the pillows that had been placed under his legs.
At the foot of the bed there were several implements that could be used to dismember a body including some rather meaty meat cleavers which looked like they could cut through bone in one go given the right amount of force, however one other thing I did notice was the severed parts of his legs although I doubt that they can be reattached since they're now in several bits.
Sitting next to him was the survivor out of the two first responding officers, her right hand holding something against her left cheek and the stumped end of her left arm was placed in his right hand.
Almost all the officers at the time thought that someone like Miki Miura wouldn't make it as a police officer and would give the force a bad name because of her tanned skin, but she did succeed and became the most respected officers on the force.
“He's still alive, but I'm not sure how long he'll hold out”, Miki said “I think he was drugged so he didn't know what was happening”.
As I went to look at the contents of the table, Miki stopped me with some more information.
“He came at us with a large axe”, Miki said “I managed to avoid getting hit fully with the first hit, and I had to avoid a few more while calling for assistance then I got in here and locked the door. I'm just glad that the door had some serious reinforcement and locks”.
Suddenly remembering her athletic abilities, I decided to look at the door and even though I couldn't really see how it managed to stop an axe from turning it into nothing but splinters it did have a serious locking system which isn't surprising since the sale of locking systems increased after the news of the third set of killings hit the news, but I'm guessing that this one wasn't in use because his parents were probably still awake at the time considering their bodies are in the living room and not the bedroom like the other cases.
I then walked over to the table and took a mental note of the small bottles that were on it, but as I went to check on the child, someone else walked in.
“We just heard from the ambulance crews that have been sent, detective”, the officer said “they should be here within the next fifteen minutes”.
Fifteen minutes. After checking his pulse I'm not even sure if he has that long even if it might be the drugs he was injected with that's causing this, and if he did live long enough for the first ambulance to arrive, he could still die on the trip to the hospital.
“I'll make a quick record of the scene and I'll take him to the hospital myself”, I said “the hospital isn't that far away and doing it this way will increase his chances of survival”.
I quickly brought out my pocket notebook along with a digital camera I keep on me for situations like this, and I started by taking notes of everything I could see then I went onto taking any photographs I thought were necessary before untying his arms.
“You're coming as well”, I said “you need that wound treated and I'll need some help with him”.
I heard some movement from behind me as I grabbed a few pillows.
“Why did I become a police officer instead of taking that job I was offered”, Miki said “if I had taken that job, then I wouldn't have been here”.
I turned around ready to hand the pillows to her.
“If you hadn't been here, then this might have turned out differently”, I said “and I would have had another unsolved case on my desk. Your actions here might have saved a life as well as solving all of the unsolved cases I've been dealing with”.
The depressed look on Miki's face started to fade away ever so slightly.
“You're right about that”, Miki said as I helped place the pillows under her left arm “what's the plan for getting to your car?”
“We move as quickly as we can”, I said “once we get there, I'll see about putting some form of dressing over his legs to keep the bleeding under control while we're on the way to the hospital”.
“Sounds like a good plan”, Miki said as she headed for the door.
I gently lifted the child off the bed and headed for the door, and once I'd told the officer standing in the hallway to notify the hospital to expect us along with making sure I was contacted once they had gotten the suspect to headquarters, we headed outside as quickly as we could.
It looked like my saying that I'd be taking the survivor to the hospital had made it to the officers that were outside as the cars that had been parked haphazardly on the road had been moved, and some of the officers were waiting at my car with one holding what looked like a stocked well beyond what was necessary first aid kit.
When we reached the car, Miki got into the car from one side whilst I and another officer moved the survivor onto the back seat from the other side after the pillows I'd handed to Miki had been put in a suitable place.
Once that had been done, I started to bodge something together out of what was in the supplied first aid kit and ended up making some dodgy looking sock things with dressing pads at the bottom.
After I did all I could to keep any further blood loss to a minimum, I headed over to the drivers seat and got ready for the emergency run to the hospital, and when I started to set off, two other cars started off with one in front and the other behind my car acting as an escort to get us to the hospital.
There wasn't any need to call for help when we got there, as they'd been notified of my impending arrival, and several people were waiting for us.
“What have you got”, one of the doctors asked as I got out of the car.
I started to reel off everything I could remember about the scene, including the cocktail of drugs that were used to keep him from waking up and that his parents were dead.
“That's likely to make our job that bit harder”, the doctor said as he did a quick examination “did you bring the amputated parts of his legs?”
I showed the doctor one of the pictures, which included what was left of what had been his lower legs.
“I doubt there would be any way we would have been able to put that lot back together”, the doctor said “we need to get this kid into an operating room now, tell the anaesthetist that we'll have to be careful when keeping him under and we'll need as much blood as we can get”.
Two of the people dashed back inside as the rest started to get the survivor out of the car and onto the trolley they had.
“She needs help as well”, I said pointing at Miki.
One of the people who was helping volunteered to take care of Miki's injuries, and as the two of them disappeared into the hospital, the rest of the team dashed inside with the survivor whilst the doctor told me to go to the waiting room.
At least an hour has passed with no update as to how the operation is going, with only a call from the crime scene guys asking for the pictures I took of the scene in the bedroom before I had to take the survivor to the hospital being the only distraction.
Miki entered the room a quarter of an hour later, her left cheek now sporting several stiches.
“They think that I'll have a scar there once it's healed”, Miki said “it'll just be a souvenir of my stupidity”.
Miki then started talking about her uncertainty about her future when she was in high school, going to university just to keep in touch with some of her friends and her decision to become a police officer after getting and refusing an offer to work at her old high school.
“But you managed to save that child”, I said “and you helped to get a dangerous person who has been plaguing my unsolved case pile arrested”.
“Your right”, Miki said with a slightly dejected tone “I could see if that job I refused is still available. As long as my friends aren't mad at me for refusing the offer in the first place”.
I think she talked about some of her friends before, one was a narcoleptic and another was a prodigy with no lower legs if I remember correctly.
“They also had job offers from Yamaku”, Miki said “even Emi is working there as a teacher”.
My shock about hearing about some Miki hadn't mentioned before was short lived as a doctor walked into the room.
“I would've chewed you out for not waiting for an ambulance”, the doctor said “but I won't this time considering the nature of his injuries along with the fact that the ambulance service has been stretched as of late”.
Miki started looking a bit more like herself upon hearing those words.
“So he's gonna make it”, Miki asked.
The doctor remained silent for a few seconds before answering the question.
“He might 'make it' with regards to his injuries, but I wouldn't be so sure about his emotional state when he comes around”, the doctor said “we were able to close the injuries to his legs with only the wait to see if there are any other problems from the loss of blood along with those drugs he was pumped with, but the one thing we can't really predict is how he'll react after being told about his parents”.
There would be no way to find out if he was awake or asleep when this started, so it could be a bout of depression or he could completely lose the plot and do something stupid.
A sudden ringing from my pocket broke me out of my train of thought, and once I took the phone out of the pocket it was in the number of the caller told me that it must be that call from headquarters telling me that they'd gotten the suspect to headquarters.
“I've got to get back to the investigation”, I said handing the doctor a business card “call me if there are any changes in his condition”.
I left the room with Miki following behind.
“So you're just going to leave”, Miki said.
“Until he recovers the only thing I can do is focus on the investigation”, I said “and I wouldn't be that much of a father figure since I'm still single at my age”.
“Then who is going to keep him company”, Miki asked.
“I've got an idea on one person who can do that”, I said “since she'll have enough time to do so since she'll be off duty for a while”.
I think Miki got what I was saying, but I couldn't really be sure if she will remain in the force after all this.