Post by qpq on Feb 16, 2012 21:40:51 GMT -5
It was another late night at the museum for Helena Sandsmark she seemed to be par for the course this week. Every night it was either calling Cassie to let her know that she would be late or coming home to have dinner and then right back out the door and back to work. The latest artifacts they had received had come from Egpyt by the way of Chicago even though Egypt was no longer Egypt but the newly formed nation of Khandaq.
No doubt that they will probably requests their treasures back, but until the call came they would continue with the exhibit as planned. She was unsure of the move, but it gave her something to do. Everyone was excited about the various pieces that they would be displaying from the fourth dynasty. She had actually invited Cassie to come along with her to see what they were doing, but Cassie was still upset with her over the decision to enroll her in a private school. It wasn’t so much the fact that she was in a private school it was the fact that it was an all girls Catholic School that upset her daughter.
Truth was that St. Mary’s was an excellent school for Cassie to be enrolled at. Not that she was failing, but Helena believed her daughter could use a bit more discipline when it came to her studies. Their latest conversation involved Cassie reminding her mother that she was no longer a little girl. She had to face the fact she had boobs and they were not going away.
It wasn’t the ideal conversation that Helena wanted to have over Sunday dinner, but it had been coming for some time. Cassie was going to protest the decision, but she reminded her daughter that she was free to select whatever college that she wanted to attend, but until she crossed the stage and accepted her diploma Helena would decide where she would receive her education.
It was far from a pleasant night at the Sandsmark home that evening, but it passed, but Helena still felt as if she should be spending more time at home than at the museum, but this was important work and she would make it up to Cassie. Knowing Cassie she would find one way or another to keep her occupied.
Lifting small idol carefully from its crate Helena marveled at how well preserved the intricate detail was. She could trace it with the tip of her gloved finger watching as the marks went around the idol. The only thing that would make this better is if she was out at a dig site discovering the idol for the first time. What a thrilling experience that would have been, but at the moment she wanted a little more stability for Cassie. It was her senior year. Perhaps when she was off to college she would consider heading out to a dig site, but that was months away thankfully. She would need to decide what she wanted to do next, but for the moment she would enjoy this moment.
Passing the idol carefully to her assistant she offered a smile ready to rise to her feet when the lights flickered once then twice before they went out completely. There had been some commotion earlier, but it had passed.
“Dr. Sandsmark….” One of the assistants began.
“I’m sure the generator will start soon. It falls over if the power doesn’t come up,” she reminded them, but it didn’t stop her from looking to her watch which she couldn’t see in the darkness that engulfed the room. Taking a few steps to her right she reached for the table to reach for her phone when the emergency lights finally illuminated the darken space revealing several figured draped in dark cloaks with masks on their face.
“She of Heights sends her greetings.” It only took a fraction of a second for Helena’s eyes to widen, but any other reaction was a fraction to late as she attempted to draw away from the cloaked figures.
Words echoed in the mind of the woman they were spoken to. They tethered her to everything that was happening around her. Helena tried to move, but she was too late all she could her were the words bouncing off the walls of her mind as she struck the floor. She did not head there on her own volition. She was sent there sprawling in fact as she fell over the table after being struck. She could feel the throbbing at the back of her head her vision going out of focus quickly while she heard muted sounds around her. She could not make it out, but it did not prevent her for reaching for the nearest table to draw herself up, but as she did she cried out, but there was no sound when it happened.
She watched as Thomas was pierced with the blade in the hand of one of the assailants. It was not a dagger it was a sword and he was facing her his eyes drawn wide while the life was drain from him. The point of the blade pierced him from behind erupting from his chest.
Helena lost her balance as the sounds of commotion began to come clear and she found herself on the floor backing away as the cloaked intrudes advanced upon her making short work of another assistant who had a quicker death from the third who bleed out across the floor. Her head was taken quickly and soon they were upon Helena who tried her best to reach for anything gripping a tool of sorts swigging it wildly before she could get to her feet, but she was brought to the ground again dragged across the floor through the pull of blood upon the floor.
She could feel herself being held down as the assault began. Time and time again she could feel the fists upon her face before she lost all feeling her mind on fire from the pain, but she knew she was losing consciousness. The darkness was coming and as it did she could hear a voice deep within her mind.
"He's abandoned you!"
She wanted to cry out but she couldn’t throat was full she didn’t know it was, but it came out and in the dimly lit room she could taste the cooper she knew it was her blood. They didn’t kick they hit, they did what they felt was necessary to cause the maximum amount of damage until it was over and the sound of doors opening could be heard.
There was movement around her, but she was already shaking upon the floor as she went into convulsions.
Everything was far away and distant when darkness finally claimed her.
When she came to Helena thrashed about and she felt hands at her. She could only see from one eye and what she saw left much to be desired. There were people in masks around her but through the blurred vision she could see that they were doctors at least that’s what her mind told her. She could feel the urge to strike out in her rise, but the hands at her sides preventing her arms from moving.
“You’re ok. You’re at Metropolis General. You’re ok.” A voice continued to tell her assuring her that she was ok. She was alive. ‘You’re ok.”
No matter how many times they told her that she didn’t know, but again she went into seizures and the light that had come went and she was put under.
“Are you sure that’s Dr. HelenaSandsmark,” one of the surgeons said.
“Yes her id badge.” The woman had in her hand looking it over looking from the picture upon the badge at the scene that lay in front of her. “Yes,” she said finally.
“Contact whoever we need to. We need to notify next of kin.” Other than that the doctor went back to work and the intern passed from the OR into the hall.
“Excuse me.” A woman asked.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any information. We need to find her next of kin.”
“Cassandra Sandsmark,” the woman remarked. “This is her number.”
The intern tipped her head.
“I work with the police. Go. I can wait.”
No doubt that they will probably requests their treasures back, but until the call came they would continue with the exhibit as planned. She was unsure of the move, but it gave her something to do. Everyone was excited about the various pieces that they would be displaying from the fourth dynasty. She had actually invited Cassie to come along with her to see what they were doing, but Cassie was still upset with her over the decision to enroll her in a private school. It wasn’t so much the fact that she was in a private school it was the fact that it was an all girls Catholic School that upset her daughter.
Truth was that St. Mary’s was an excellent school for Cassie to be enrolled at. Not that she was failing, but Helena believed her daughter could use a bit more discipline when it came to her studies. Their latest conversation involved Cassie reminding her mother that she was no longer a little girl. She had to face the fact she had boobs and they were not going away.
It wasn’t the ideal conversation that Helena wanted to have over Sunday dinner, but it had been coming for some time. Cassie was going to protest the decision, but she reminded her daughter that she was free to select whatever college that she wanted to attend, but until she crossed the stage and accepted her diploma Helena would decide where she would receive her education.
It was far from a pleasant night at the Sandsmark home that evening, but it passed, but Helena still felt as if she should be spending more time at home than at the museum, but this was important work and she would make it up to Cassie. Knowing Cassie she would find one way or another to keep her occupied.
Lifting small idol carefully from its crate Helena marveled at how well preserved the intricate detail was. She could trace it with the tip of her gloved finger watching as the marks went around the idol. The only thing that would make this better is if she was out at a dig site discovering the idol for the first time. What a thrilling experience that would have been, but at the moment she wanted a little more stability for Cassie. It was her senior year. Perhaps when she was off to college she would consider heading out to a dig site, but that was months away thankfully. She would need to decide what she wanted to do next, but for the moment she would enjoy this moment.
Passing the idol carefully to her assistant she offered a smile ready to rise to her feet when the lights flickered once then twice before they went out completely. There had been some commotion earlier, but it had passed.
“Dr. Sandsmark….” One of the assistants began.
“I’m sure the generator will start soon. It falls over if the power doesn’t come up,” she reminded them, but it didn’t stop her from looking to her watch which she couldn’t see in the darkness that engulfed the room. Taking a few steps to her right she reached for the table to reach for her phone when the emergency lights finally illuminated the darken space revealing several figured draped in dark cloaks with masks on their face.
“She of Heights sends her greetings.” It only took a fraction of a second for Helena’s eyes to widen, but any other reaction was a fraction to late as she attempted to draw away from the cloaked figures.
Words echoed in the mind of the woman they were spoken to. They tethered her to everything that was happening around her. Helena tried to move, but she was too late all she could her were the words bouncing off the walls of her mind as she struck the floor. She did not head there on her own volition. She was sent there sprawling in fact as she fell over the table after being struck. She could feel the throbbing at the back of her head her vision going out of focus quickly while she heard muted sounds around her. She could not make it out, but it did not prevent her for reaching for the nearest table to draw herself up, but as she did she cried out, but there was no sound when it happened.
She watched as Thomas was pierced with the blade in the hand of one of the assailants. It was not a dagger it was a sword and he was facing her his eyes drawn wide while the life was drain from him. The point of the blade pierced him from behind erupting from his chest.
Helena lost her balance as the sounds of commotion began to come clear and she found herself on the floor backing away as the cloaked intrudes advanced upon her making short work of another assistant who had a quicker death from the third who bleed out across the floor. Her head was taken quickly and soon they were upon Helena who tried her best to reach for anything gripping a tool of sorts swigging it wildly before she could get to her feet, but she was brought to the ground again dragged across the floor through the pull of blood upon the floor.
She could feel herself being held down as the assault began. Time and time again she could feel the fists upon her face before she lost all feeling her mind on fire from the pain, but she knew she was losing consciousness. The darkness was coming and as it did she could hear a voice deep within her mind.
"He's abandoned you!"
She wanted to cry out but she couldn’t throat was full she didn’t know it was, but it came out and in the dimly lit room she could taste the cooper she knew it was her blood. They didn’t kick they hit, they did what they felt was necessary to cause the maximum amount of damage until it was over and the sound of doors opening could be heard.
There was movement around her, but she was already shaking upon the floor as she went into convulsions.
Everything was far away and distant when darkness finally claimed her.
When she came to Helena thrashed about and she felt hands at her. She could only see from one eye and what she saw left much to be desired. There were people in masks around her but through the blurred vision she could see that they were doctors at least that’s what her mind told her. She could feel the urge to strike out in her rise, but the hands at her sides preventing her arms from moving.
“You’re ok. You’re at Metropolis General. You’re ok.” A voice continued to tell her assuring her that she was ok. She was alive. ‘You’re ok.”
No matter how many times they told her that she didn’t know, but again she went into seizures and the light that had come went and she was put under.
“Are you sure that’s Dr. HelenaSandsmark,” one of the surgeons said.
“Yes her id badge.” The woman had in her hand looking it over looking from the picture upon the badge at the scene that lay in front of her. “Yes,” she said finally.
“Contact whoever we need to. We need to notify next of kin.” Other than that the doctor went back to work and the intern passed from the OR into the hall.
“Excuse me.” A woman asked.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any information. We need to find her next of kin.”
“Cassandra Sandsmark,” the woman remarked. “This is her number.”
The intern tipped her head.
“I work with the police. Go. I can wait.”