Detective Nicole Lee
- Origin Story -
By now Nicole Lee is somewhere solving crimes, breaking
hearts, and kick ass all in the name of justice and bringing scum bags down.
But she wasn't always strong and so sexual. Once she was just a typical shy and
very clumsy Asian teen that knew very little of the criminal underbelly let
alone have any desire to shatter the strangle hold the crime bosses possessed
over the Australian capital city of Sydney. Every great hero must start
somewhere.
Her family was a tight knit bunch and very caring, and
protective of their one and only daughter, Nicole. They had tried to have a
second child but every attempt ended with the same result. Her mother had
become barren after giving birth to Nicole. Her father consoled his wife and
Nicole's mother. The concern and compassion he felt for her mother was genuine.
Nevertheless, her mother longed for a son. She felt that by being unable to
give him a male child, she had dishonored him.
At this time Nicole was a sophomore in high school and
was one of the least popular girls in school. Strangely enough this had nothing
to do with her looking weird. On the contrary, Nicole was tall and slender, had
lovely legs, and a pretty face with a killer smile that could stop any man dead
in his tracks. Of course you would not be able to admire her beauty. She hid
her lovely dark brown coffee stains for eyes behind spectacles and never wore
any makeup. Her looks weren't the cause of her shunning. No, what had dubbed
her the outcast of her little world of teens, lust, and popularity was her being
clumsy and dimwitted. The latter was a result of being shy and uncomfortable
with herself.
On the faithful morning that would forever haunt and
torment her, her father had driven her to school as he always did. And she went
to her morning classes much as she had done since she was very little. The day
went on as any other day would. She attended her morning classes and then got a
fifteen minute between classes and she had lunch at midday. This was when a
voice spoke over the intercom and invited her to the principal's office. She
was a little weirded out by the sudden announcement. She had never been a
trouble maker and as such never been called to the principal's office.
She walked down the empty halls slow and ran her thin
fingers through her long and luscious raven black hair and bit her lips. They
were a clear pink with a wet sparkle for she had put on some lip gloss. Her
heart was audible behind her breasts. Little did she know that what awaited her
in the principal's office would forever change her life? Hell she was busy
conjuring images of the principal's office. She imagined that it was a peaceful
place- a place where you were greeted with kind and gentle eyes only to be
duped and receive endless torment and suffering. She shook her head and cleared
such thoughts from her mind.
The walk to the office was short but seemed to last
forever. Finally the endless sea of navy blue lockers came to an end. In front
of her were the main entrance and very quick mode of egress. And to the right
of her was the school's office and fate ready to kick her life into gear. The
urge to flee welled up inside of her but she knew she'd not make it very far.
And the thought getting another hiding from her dad didn't motivate her in the
slightest. Then a strange sensation came over her and she felt sickly. Thinking
back to the last time her father had put hands on her. Yes, my old man, my
father had enjoyed smacking my firm buttocks. As the sickly feeling took root
she was on the verge of throwing up. Then the door to the office swung open and
the thought was scattered to the wind. She chastised herself for thinking such
a sick and perverted thing. Her father loved her and provided for his family.
The person that had greeted her at the entrance to the
office was a short and pudgy black lady. Her name was Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones
worked under Principal John Schneider as his secretary. She wore a white flower
dress and tan flip flops. It was December and that was when they had summer
down under. Anyway, Mrs. Jones led Nicole to some green chairs lined up against
the wall across from the Principal's office. And she gestured for her to take a
seat. She sat down without a word.
"Principal Schneider will be with you shortly,
Nicole."
As Mrs. Jones turned to walk away a look of sadness
became apparent to Nicole. Did Mrs. Jones know about her fate that awaited her
just beyond that sturdy wooden door?
And then the wooden door on which there was a shiny name
badge attached which read: Principal Schneider's Office opened with a creak.
Principal stepped out of his office and waved Nicole inside. He also invited
Mrs. Jones to join them. Both Nicole and Mrs. Jones accepted his invitation and
filed inside. After they went in he closed the door behind them. Again the door
creaked in protest of being abruptly opened and closed.
Inside of the principal's office it was a pleasant
surprise and much nicer than she could've imagined. There was a long,
rectangular cherry oak desk with a flat screen monitor and keyboard and mouse
pushed aside at an angle from the monitor. Some papers scattered across the top
of the desk and a cup of coffee. On both sides of the room were waist high
black bookshelves filled to the brim with all kinds of books. Most of those
books were school related. Nicole took this all in within the amount of time it
took to bat an eyelash. Her attention to detail in times of duress and
nervousness was shocking. She always felt dull and dimwitted despite being
quite attractive.
"So, do you know why you are here?" he asked
her suddenly shattering the silence that had crystallized about them.
She didn’t answer right away. Instead she stared blankly
at the Principal as if she’d never seen the man before. He was a handsome man
in his late thirties with slicked back blond hair. He wore a plain red tie that
stood out like a sore thumb against the striped white button down. All Aussie
guys of his profession and social status dressed nearly identical. And to be
honest she found them attractive. Blond hair and blue eyes was what she
fancied. She felt her heart beat faster but steady against her chest wall. With
every beat her bosom rose and fell. Feeling as though all eyes were on her, she
glanced down to make sure her black flowered blouse hadn’t come undone and her
lovely olive breasts weren’t showing. Much to her relief they were still hidden
behind her bra and the blouse was as it should be.
“No, Mister Schneider. I don’t know why I was called
here,” she responded looking him dead in his bright blues. He started to speak but stopped. He wheezed and
apologized and took a sip of his coffee.
Again he started, “I am not comfortable with being the
one to tell you this. But I am your principal and will break the news to you
delicately. Your mother and father were driving down Main Street on their way
to have lunch. Only they didn’t make it to the restaurant,” he stopped feeling
a bit choked up as if it had been his parents that died instead of hers.
“So, what are you saying? Did they decide against having
a bite to eat?” Nicole stood up raising her voice and immediately covered her
mouth feeling foolish.
Many thoughts raced through her mind but none of them
came to the conclusion that they had died.
“Well, no, sweetie, they were held up at gun point and
although they gave into their attacker’s demands…they were shot dead in cold
blood,” he managed to get the words out before choking up again. The last words
escaped as a whisper.
Nicole tried to turn and leave but Mrs. Jones stopped her
and placed an arm on her shoulder. She took another step forward and tripped
over the chair she had been sitting in. She sat up and started to cry. Her tears
streaked down her cheeks and she wiped them away. She felt a pair of emotions.
One of which was grief and the other was embarrassment. But the former outweighed
the latter by a long shot. The very notion of her parents being dead was so
impossible for her youthful mind to wrap itself around.
She sat there on the brown and white carpet between her
seat and the office door. Her long legs were sprawled out before her and her
skirt was unkempt. She no longer cared about her appearance. She had stopped
crying. Her eyes had grown sore from balling. The principal was on the phone
contacting what family she had left. Mrs. Jones had tried to talk Nicole to her
feet and instead settled on bringing her a cup of cold water.
Nicole took her offering and sipped at the water. The
cold dampness of the beverage relieved her thirst and dry throat but did very
little to ease her emotional discomfort. She remained silent out of fear of crying again and then she stood up and exited the office.Mrs. Jones followed
behind her and directed her to the front. There was a cab waiting for her and
she climbed inside. The secretary paid the cabby her fair in advance and then
the cab drove off. The lady stood there on the steps waving at Nicole and she
stared back trying to crack a smile but found that she couldn’t. Soon the
school was gone having disappeared in the distance. She turned to face the road
ahead and tried to prepare herself. A new feeling began to wash over her. It
was a sentiment that was as alien to her as this sudden sense of complete and
utter emptiness. She felt angry. She was angry at her parents for being so predictable
and most. And most importantly, she was angry at the miserable bastard that had
pulled the trigger.
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