<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The sound of tires rustling over pavement and stone filled the small white Minis with a numbing static that dulled the thought process of the mind. As the rubber rolled onward and the heart inside the machine beating to it's rhythm, an elbow propped itself up on the arm rest of the basic seating of the vehicle. A thin hand posed itself gently on the lips of the woman who drove, pressing the soft skin as her teeth gnawed from the inside of her mouth. The dark eyes watched as the road continued on into the distance until her vision could no longer see it. Placidly observing the monotonous road that move under her car as it drove past various road signs and markers, only occasionally at a stop sign and slowing at sharp turns. <br/><br/>It wasn't the first thing that Casey thought of when she thought of things she'd be doing during her college year. As magnificently fun everyone had been trying to make running the family business sound like, their reassurance of the experience didn't make her mind rethink the decision it had already made up. The decision that ultimately decided that this was going to be a very short year. After all, it was only a matter of time until she was finally out of college, however she knew as soon as she graduated, her father would simply push her into the business like a cattle with a prod. And seeing as that wasn't particularly one of her favourite things on her To-Do lit for next year, as time naturally would have it, this year was going to be short. Just like how on the way to special place it takes hours to arrive and you're boiling with anticipation, then on the way home it takes five minutes. This was like the ride home, except it was the new destination she was worried about. <br/><br/>Rolling her eyes with discernible frustration, Casey dropped her arm so one of her dark fingernails could press the cold button that slowly rolled the window down, the wind whistling into the car and breaking the static in her head. Her arm unfolded and left the car, reaching out into the open air, her fingers curling at the chill of the air. The Estate wasn't too far out from the main city, but it was enough to make it look and feel like it was in the middle of no where. The feeling of isolation always made her feel more... free. <br/><br/>What Casey didn't really understand though was why she had to live in the Estate until she took over the business. She planned to live in the college dorm for her final year of college, seeing as she was unable to before for varying reasons. But now it was being taken from her all because of the edifice that was the family business. She was a part of the family and she didn't even know what it was. It must be a big deal though for them to assume that she was going to take it up, no questions asked.<br/><br/>Pavement started to turn into gravel and dirt the closer the young woman got to her isolated destination. As she pulled in for the last time that day, Casey rolled her windows up before the dusty road could fill her car up. Again. She came to a stop and exited the car, opening the trunk and back seat doors to allow full access to the cargo she had brought with her. She had to make three different trips to bring her stuff to the estate, but with her final load now arrived, she was determined to get them in the house as soon as possible to leave the blazing sun in which she had been moving in all day.<br/><br/>Starting with the boxes in the back seat, Casey grunted as she grasped a large box of books and hauled it out of the car. She had to set the box down in order to unlock and open the front door, but she left it open as entered and set the box on top of an already forming stack. She returned to the car to grab another box and bring it inside, and each time, she simply stacked the box in a neat and short square. When she was done unloading the care, the stack was approximately three boxes by three boxes by four boxes. With the occasional hole on the top here and there. She was just glad she didn't have bring furniture. The place already had it all set up for her. It was old and out of style, but it meant no more money needed to be spent on making the place livable.</span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Although she was completely unaware of the young men who had entered the house only minutes prior to her third arrival at the estate, Casey decided to start setting the boxes in the rooms in which she would unpack them. That way she an keep them organized and unpack boxes one room at a time instead of running all over the house to place things. So naturally, she snagged the first box which was the box of books she pulled out a little while ago. She recalled there being a shelf in the living room, but she might have to go to the study. But the living room was closer, so she'll check there first. <br/><br/>Carrying the box halfway across the house to the living room, she walked into the wide room, oblivious to the unconscious men who were hidden from her view by the large sofas and coffee table. She set the cardboard down and started shelving the books in any open space there was available on the shelf there. However, she paused as a hefty amount of iron hit her nose. It wasn't pure iron though, it smelled that of liquid and it caused her freckled nose to crinkle. Setting a book down, Casey lifted a finger to her nose and looked around with furrowed eyebrows. She glanced into the next room through the wide open frame, but as she turned around to look in the rest of the living room, Casey screamed, slapping her hand across her mouth. Visibly jolting behind the frame an wall of the next room, she starred at the blood stained rug and wooden floors and the men that had caused it. <br/><br/>The same three words repeatedly spewed out of her mouth in panic, believing that she had just walked in on a crime scene. What do you expect when you walk into a room with blood all over the floor and with bodies laying there? With heart racing in her ears, the freckled young woman looked behind her and around the room for anyone else, but she couldn't bring herself to move from behind the wall. The smell of drying crimson however made the small frame gag, causing her to back up from the men on the floor. She turned away, hands still over her mouth and nose. <br/><br/>What in the hell was she going to do? There were dead men in her house that weren't there last time she was here a few hours ago. She should probably call the police and let them know there was a murder. But what if it wasn't a murder? Casey lifted a hand so it could run through her curly hair. What if it was suicide? But that wouldn't make sense, why would they go to a stranger's house to commit suicide? Casey then gasped and whipped around to look at them again. What if they weren't dead? <br/><br/>Casey leaped over the couch and knelt beside the nearest young man, doing her best to avoid the large blood puddles on the floor, but clearly not doing a good job as red stained the knees of her jeans. She looked at the pale face starred for a second, mouth agape before sanity returned to her and she pressed two fingers on the side and base of his neck. Frozen in place, she felt the repetitive pump of a pulse. One was alive. One alive, that's good. She scooted over to the neck one and doing the same. Two alive. Next one. Three. Four. Five. All five were alive. <br/><br/>That's great. all of them were alive. No dead bodies. But now what? Casey let out a breath she didn't fully realize she was holding until her lungs started to burn. Looking at their blood soaked clothes, it took a long moment for her startled brain to pick up that they were injured still and probably needed medical attention. Medical attention she only had in the form of a basic medical kit supplied by her dad. But it would work for now until she can think of something better. She left for only a brief second to retrieve it from hr stuff, having to open four boxes and search through them before finding it. <br/><br/>Casey rushed back and placed the first aid kit on the coffee table and looked at the pile of men. Who needed it most? Where should she start? Her mind was rushing and her blood was pumping and she couldn't think as clearly as she would have liked. But she had to do something. So she simply grabbed the first man she could and pulled him out of the pile. She separated each of the men and then started examining the amounts of blood on each, trying to gage which ones needed more medical attention. However, as she did this and started to remove their jackets, she didn't realize that she had no medical knowledge whatsoever. All she could think about was what the heck happened to these men and why were they in her house?</span></span></span></td></tr></table>