Fan Fiction |
by Mimosa
“Yes?” It finally did, and Raymond spoke eagerly…
“Ray? It’s Ron” Raymond recognized the voice of his colleague in Macau “I did what you asked me too. Guess what? There was no record whatsoever of a Barbara Yung giving birth at the General Hospital!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup, but there’s more, Ray! The birth certificate is, however, genuine. Only the mother registered under an alias.”
“Ha, so she might indeed be Barbara Yung” Raymond remarked, and immediately hit his head “No, she didn’t need to use an alias! She had a husband”
“Exactly! That puzzled me too.”
“Is there anyway you could pull her file? I mean the mother’s!”
“Ray, it’s too late! A colleague of yours has already taken everything. A Sir Cheung.”
“Oh no! Him?” exasperated, Raymond hung up and threw the phone on the bed. It would be almost impossible to get something out of Sulky Face’s greedy hands. Yet Raymond wanted to look at that file. He needed to find out who that woman was…
Then another idea flashed up. Raymond snatched the phone…
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Hester lied still on her bed, the script had haunted her, never left her mind since the moment she read it…
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HK- May 1975…
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A young ambitious businessman met a beautiful actress… He won her heart with his determination and sincerity. Fate had entwined their lives together… The first year of marriage went by in joy and happiness. A baby boy was born…
Times went by… The husband’s ambition to conquer to business world had driven his wife to the verge of nervous breakdown. She long for a cosy little house where she knew her husband would come home after work. But the man was restless. He wanted to provide her with the most luxurious life he could manage. Little did he knew, what she really needed was simply the peace of mind. She did not want him to take one risk after another…
If it was a question of money, then she would always come back to acting…
But he opposed it vehemently…
Quarrellings…
Slowly, they drifted apart… Until one fateful night, when he came home soaking in alcohol, she’d left a message, saying she left him for good. Leaving her older son in trust of a cousin, she took the 6-month baby boy with her…
He drank more, and did something he didn’t intent to do…
She came back home two days later, unable to bear the separation with her little boy. Husband and wife reconciled in tear of regret and hope. But dark clouds soon cover their life once again… She soon learned about his act on the night she wasn’t home…
Life was unbearable!
Love… Sacrifice… Endurance…
She endured it all… The one who bore his son was also her cousin… She couldn’t be as cold-hearted as to cast that girl out…She knew the responsibility lied with her husband… The girl stayed…
Thing got better as the third baby boy was born into the family… Everyone was busy with him. His cooing waved all the unpleasantness of adult life aside, at least for the time being…
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Hester just realized for the first time that the script was not completed!
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Mrs. Leung rushed toward the phone.
“Mrs. Leung?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“I’m Felix, may I speak to Vivian please?”
“Oh Felix, how are you? Vivian has not been home yet! You could call her cell phone if you’d like!”
Felix hung up the phone feeling slightly irritated. Where was his secretary? She was seen leaving her desk around 2 p.m. Should she at least report to him if she was about to leave early? Not only the office tasks filed up when she’s gone, Felix found himself distracting, almost worrying, every time his eyes caught her empty desk. She left, but obviously not for home! Felix wondered…
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Almost everyone had left for the day. The hall of the police station had calmed down. Roger sat in his unlit office, feeling upset, terribly upset. The handwriting in the scanned script had been confirmed. It was in deed his mother’s, or rather the late Mrs. Wong’s. Roger couldn’t explain his feeling, yet he felt betrayed…
Roger eyed the ringing phone, wondered whether he should pick up…
“Roger Wong!” curtly Roger barked, “Who is it?”
“Roger?”
“Dai Gor?” Roger suddenly felt like crying…
“Are you going home for dinner tonight?”
“Okay, I need to talk to someone real soon too, or I’ll go mad!”
“Oh?” Felix detected the queerness in his youngest brother’s tone
“I’ll see you in an hour, bro!”
“Oh no” Felix tapped his forehead and felt old “I forgot Mrs. Yung has asked for a day off… Well, do you want to have dinner somewhere then?”
“Sure, Felix!”
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Vivian felt scared, yet thrilled. The same feeling she had when, as a small girl of 7, cutting school and joining Gallen for those wonderful adventures into the woods.
From times to times, Roger would be forced to tag along. He would sit sullenly on a piece of wood and suffer from the foresight of being whipped by Daddy or Dai Gor. Roger’d never understood what was so interesting in the wood that mesmerized his second brother and their little friend Vivian. Those two spent hours and hours burrowing themselves in the bushes looking for all sorts of treasures while getting scratched all over their hands and faces. Sometimes the scratches turned to be more severe, but little Vivian was tough and had never shed a tear then. Her tear only began to pour out non-stop when, hiding outside the Wong’s house, she heard the menacing voice of uncle Yat Wah ordered Gallen to lie face down on the little bench. Her little body shuddered along every whipping sound, feeling as if she were the one being punished.
Vivian missed the wood! When she turned 9 and Gallen was 12, uncle Yat Wah bought this big house. Vivian and her Mom moved into an apartment nearby. The wood had been left so far behind. Roger was extremely happy not being forced into those Tarzan affairs any longer.
Yet Gallen and Vivian found the new sacred site to ease their adventurous nature, a Loss City indeed! The new Wong’s mansion had a huge unfinished basement. Roger, and even big scary brother Felix, who was 17 at the time, approved of the new site.
And now Vivian had this far-fetched idea. Somehow, she thought she wanted to see the basement again, and she wanted to check it all by herself, with out Felix or Roger knowing. Obtaining the key was easy, but letting herself in without alarming the housekeeper was probably tricky. She hid herself patiently behind the large decorated pole used for the mailbox, and waited with mounting nervousness. Vivian’s hand touched the crumpled piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out, smoothed it over and glanced at it for the hundredth time:
“To whom it may concern:
Seeking assistance to access main site. Immediate higher management may be helpful. Abandoned quarter of lower level… Utmost care recommended!”
Vivian nodded her head. It was the word “abandon” that had directed her thought to the unfinished part of the Wong residence’s basement.
Vivian suddenly alerted, a faint hum of engine sound would be heard from the back yard. So Mrs. Yung finally decided to leave the house. Vivian watched with overwhelming anticipation as Mrs. Yung large van pulled appeared from the left corner of the house. Vivian held her breath and crept around the pole, cautiously kept herself out of the driver’s eyesight. Then swiftly, she rushed to the side door and let herself in.
Vivian didn’t have to use much effort to find herself into the basement. She stepped in and winked at the unpleasant smell of dust and old furniture. She fumbled for the light switch. It took Vivian a while before she could adjust her eyes in the dim sickening yellow light. On the ground Vivian found some cords and used duct tape scattering around. Vivian knit her brows tighter…
Then she saw something from the corner of her eyes: a thin blanket, a new one, crumpled carelessly into a hump on the floor. Vivian though it was odd. Her stomach twisted…Vivian hurried over and picked it up.
Then her eyes widened in horror. A stain of crimson color stared at her vividly in the face. Vivian let go of the blanket, petrified.
Her guess was right, but she might be too late! Too late it might cost the life of her most beloved person...
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P.S. Any idea who's Roger's mother? :p