The House on The Hill.

Holister · Post by **Holister** » Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:21 pm

Greetin's From Maine

Howdy again everybody, most of yall know me by now. Well, I was sitting here in my study with some egg nog, a warm fire in the fireplace, and my dog by my feet. Its almost Christmas time again, and about this time I can't help but think back to other times, the ones that difine who we are, and what it is we become.

Usually Im a bit more light hearted as most of yall have come to know. Even after that incident up here in Maine. I suppose its always good to keep some humor in your life, but sometimes even I get a little somber this time of year, especially when I think back to that one moment that defined me a man, and started my "new" life.

Alot of you folks have vivid stories of heroics, advenure, wild battles, and secret stuff. Not me, my life was defined one cold December night 2 years ago, with the shot of a gun.

You see, I always wanted to help folks. It was kind of my callin'
in life. I didn't want to be some ridiculous super hero crime fighter type who thought he could take on the world, but helping people is what I wanted to do, just like my dad. He was a decorated police officer with the Bangor PD, even my younger brother Ted became a cop.
I guess it runs in the family. I signed up at the academy after high school, did my time, and before I knew it I was out on the streets making a difference.

I know that Bangor isn't New York, or LA, but it has its problems like any other city. I walked a beat for a few years, got promoted to sgt. and did a little time as a crime scene investigator. I enjoyed all of it, sure there was bad times, but the good I knew I was doing
got me through them.

I was one year away from my ten years, when I decided to spend it back on the streets, training the rookies right out of the acadmy.
It was fun at times, cause I remembered when I got out of the academy how full of piss and vinegar I was. I didn't mind one bit. Heck I needed something to do, I wasn't about to take that coushy lt. position they wanted to stick me with. My place was out there, with the people, helping where I could.

I know what you're all thinking, where's the action, the suspence. Sorry to break it to yal, being a cop is a job like every other job. Its just how you handle it day after day. Thats what happened to my dad. He retired about five years after I joined the force, but it was a good thing. He lost sight of why, and focued more on who. He was always a bit heavy handed at work and a bit of a biggot on top of that. When it came time for him to retire, it was suggested that he just do it quietly (three years ahead of schedule).

Its a shame that my brother Ted is turning out just like him. Guess being a closed minded horse's ass also runs inmy family. Thankfully I take after my mom's side of the family.

Anyway, it was a night in December two years ago, and I was on patrol with a rookie right out the academy. Good enough kid, a bit gung ho, but hell, we all were at one time. We were crusing along when we got the call for a Code 30 (officer needs assistance -emergency)...this was followed by a 10-53. We flipped on the lights and siren and took off.

It was a gang fight that ended n a shooting with three dead and two injured. The first unit to arrived got shot at and the officer needed medical attention. His partner told us that the two gunmen ran off down the street and down an ally toward the train yard. Two additional back-up units arrived as me and my partner took off on foot. Our back up arrested the other gan members, as we persued the other two perps on foot. We chased them down like a couple of coon hounds hot on their trail. We caught the first one and my partner began cuffing him as I went after the second one. He I was 1 years away from 10 year, and I was chasing some pistol packin' gang banger through dark allies in the middle of night. What a way to have my career, not to mention my life, end.

I finally caught up to the second perp when he ran dow a dead end.
For a second I though he'd just give up, but he turned around, pulled out a Mac-10 and then the bang....just like that (Bang)...one shot. The guy dropped in the snow and never even had a chance to pull the trigger. I was standing thee with my pistol drawn, smoke still billowing up from the barrel. I fired once, just once. That was the first and time I had drawn my gun to kill another human being. I stood there in the cold night air, for a few more moments, letting it all sink in, before checking on him. I knew the perp was dead the moment I head the splat sound. I could tell by the watermelon pift it made that it was a clean head shot. When I rolled him over, I saw I was right. Just off center, above the right eye.

Heres the kicke though that makes a man stop and think. It was a kid no more than 14 or 15, and there he was lying dead in the snow because of a stupid decision. The kid had his whole life in front of him, and I ended it with a single shot.

Of course back up arrived, the press, the whole nine yards. Hell its was even on the news for a few nights in stories about police brutality, trigger happy cops, and gerupting gand violence in our cities. Of course ther wasn't much to tell after that. I did my job and that was that. IA studied the circumstance and no charges were brought up. I even got a citation for bravery in the line of duty.
But it didn't end there. Of course regardless of the facts, people were outraged, others were outraged
at those folks getting outraged.
It all boiled up and over, then fizzled out after two weeks. I stayed on with a desk job, my own choice.

I guess I just needed some time. I kept thinking about that kid and why he would do it, but I knew that it was him or me. I wasn't deranged over it, I still sleep at night and I got on with my life. But seeing how it effected others is what got to me. Especially my dad and brother. Hearing my dad say that the little bastard (I'ld rather not reapeat his exact words here) desrved it and one less of "them" out there I should have gotten a medal. My brother started taliking the same way and how he might go out and bag himself of couple too.

That was the first time I ever got up and walked out on Christmas dinner. It eventually came down to a yelling match at my folk's house, and I left. I left the force, my appartment, my entire life behind in Bangor and moved up here. To a better life and a much better place. Three months later I got a card from my mother telling me that Ted was discharged for excessive force and police brutality. Guess it does run in the family afterall.
He's a security guard at some mall now.

I sent a Christmas card to that kids's family this year, just like I did last year. I don't if they ever even read them, but at least I made my peace two years ago, and Im a better man for it now. Why though did I post this story as House on The Hill, because my thats where I was raised, thats where my folks and brother reside. And I hope one day, that they too may be able to move out.

So my story here to yall is this, sometimes it isn't the demons that stalk the streets or lurk in the shadows that you have to defeat that defines who we are, sometimes its the ones much closer to home and in ourselves that we have to face that makes us stronger because of it.

Merry Christmas everybody...

KonThaak · Post by **KonThaak** » Sat Dec 23, 2006 10:16 pm

Amen... May your demons never come back to haunt you.

Holister · Post by **Holister** » Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:34 am

Seasons Greetin's From Maine

Yeah, I managed to kill those demons and bury them. I just hope that Ted can do the same before they consume him like they did my dad. He had a heart attack 3 months ago. He recovered, but I can only hope that he truly recovers. I called to see how he was, mom answered, he never even got on the phone. Well, thats my dad for ya, right to end I fear.

Crosshair MT · Post by **Crosshair MT** » Sun Dec 24, 2006 6:04 am

was lucky that in the eight years on the force I never had to go through this type of situation. I had many friends and a few partners go through it, and have seen the results of not dealing with it. I am very glad you have faced and come to peace with this issue.

Happy holidays and peace to you and yours.

Holister · Post by **Holister** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:42 am

"Seek the truth between the facts. There were three shots fired not just one."

GhostSpider · Post by **GhostSpider** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:06 pm

"Seek the truth between the facts. There were three shots fired not just one."

Alright, now i'm confused.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:15 pm

Reading the story that starts this again. I wonder is this what he ment by three shots instead of one? And is this maybe the start point of Holister's problems, namely the creation or maybe th empowering of Dark in Ben's life?

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:07 pm

Ben shot a kid with a gun right? Maybe his telling of the story wasn't as honest as it could be. Maybe he shot the kid several times.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:11 pm

Like maybe three times? Yeah that was what I am thinking. He seems to have had a lot of guilt over it as well.

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:13 pm

Yeah.

So, someone revisit the scene of the event. Someone pull the evidence out of storage. Someone pull any video of the event. There's got to be more we're missing.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:23 pm

I'll see if I can pull anything, you do the same Bert.

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:27 pm

I can't. I gotta put my own house in order now. I've been away from home for too long.

Kolya · Post by **Kolya** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:31 pm

Thank you Russian Government for providing me housing.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:31 pm

So a little house cleaning before the next trip? Ok I'll see what I can find, thou any help would be welcome.

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:53 pm

House Cleaning in the Literal and Figurative sense. It'll be tourist season soon, which means it'll also be Monster Hunting Season.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:19 pm

I kinda figured as much, if you need any help give a holler.

Hannah · Post by **Hannah** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:39 am

Hi Everyone,

What if there were three shots fired but Ben still only shot once?

Maybe Ben has been beating himself up all this time because he thinks he killed a kid needlessly when he was acting to protect someone?

Hannah

PS: Not that I know anything, just a hunch.

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 11:51 am

Hmm maybe but won't know until I can get my hands on the offical report, if there is anything hinky in the report I find it.

Holister · Post by **Holister** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 11:54 am

Smart kid. She has a bright future ahead of her. Ok guys, a 14 year old girl just figured this much out on her own and you are the professionals. (face to hands)
Koralth, you are on the right track. Find Holister's gun and that second shooter. He knows you have been snooping around, asking questions. He has killed to keep his dirty secret just that, so be careful. You wouldn't be the first cop he killed to hide his skeletons.

Hannah · Post by **Hannah** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:21 pm

Hi Shadow,

I got a message from the gu in black letters,

There was a bullet in the alley wall and another gun.

Hannah

PS: Who is Peter Williams?

Shadowstalker · Post by **Shadowstalker** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:37 pm

Peter Williams? I don't know, but I shall find out. And deal with finding the rest if I can as well.

Ron Caliburn · Post by **Ron Caliburn** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:16 pm

I read the PM, seems like he's the shooter, and the one who's kept this under wraps.

Koralth · Post by **Koralth** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 4:03 pm

Geez, Zack. Would you stop getting yourself in trouble every five minutes? Now you've got a killer looking for you? Come on! I can't bail your ass out every time something happens.

Anyway, Zack's been working pretty much non-stop on Holister's case. Holister, you'd better be really appreciative when this is all over, 'cause Zack's working himself into Exhaustion. He's been doing your work, and his own, and he sort of took the coffee pot with him to his terminal this morning. The whole pot. He didn't save any for anyone else, the jerk! I don't know if he realizes he's not the only tired one who's at the station at 4 in the morning.

By the way, he's totally wired. He was in the archives to fetch a file, and I saw him arranging each of the files in that drawer to make sure it was perfectly flat against the bottom, properly arranged... Perfectly. When he was content, he finally left to finish up whatever it was he was doing at that point.

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 4:07 pm

Damn. Remind me to send you guys a second coffe maker.

GhostSpider · Post by **GhostSpider** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 4:15 pm

Damn. Remind me to send you guys a second coffe maker.

Yeah and he'll probably take that one too. :lol:

Bert_the_Turtle · Post by **Bert_the_Turtle** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 4:58 pm

Then I'll send 'em a third. Eventually he'll run out of places to put them :lol:

Holister · Post by **Holister** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:12 pm

Sweet Jesus, Marry, and Joseph; is this what passes for investigators these days. The kid is the best one out of the whole lot. Good thing a cop is heading the investigation because the rest of these yahoos couldn't figure out a Rubick's cube without using a hammer.

Your on the right trail kid. Keep digging. You'll find some bones the deeper you get. Call me tonight Koralth.

Shang Li · Post by **Shang Li** » Wed Apr 18, 2007 5:21 pm

I am a warrior and a priest Mr. Holister. I do not investigate, I offer resolution to the problems that others bring me.

GhostSpider · Post by **GhostSpider** » Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:51 pm

Good thing a cop is heading the investigation because the rest of these yahoos couldn't figure out a Rubick's cube without using a hammer.

A hammer???

Naah, I'd use a sword. :wink: