[OPEN RP] Genre: Mystery/Fiction JUST BE LITERATE and no text talks. If you have questions, feel free to ask. Definitely NO ONE LINE. He loves me.... He loves me not.... He loves me... He loves me not.... Countless stems have scattered on the ground as starting from the leaves to the very last of each flowers petals were plucked, as if taken from its root and down the ground falls, tenderly as a leaf falls from a tree. Like a scared group of children they were. They scampered away when the wind blew. But not the stems. No, not them. They did move, but only a little. The voice continued to speak. Slowly. Tenderly. Lovingly, the hand plucked the leaves, the petals off the stem. If the ground had ears, it wouldve heard the stems reach it with a thud. Or if the ground had eyes, or maybe, even a bit of a heart, it wouldve seen and felt how hurt each stem was. To be stripped down of its members, it mustve hurt like hell. Beyond doubt, hurts like hell surely was how it felt. Wincing, grimacing, and softly crying, a man was. Sulking on a corner he was. He couldnt make a sound though his tears were allowed to stream off his cheeks, and down the cold ground. On his back his hands were tied, with his fingers plucked. Only six were left, three on the left and three on the right. He was half naked. His shirt was torn, a part of it was used to gag his mouth. His feet were glued on the hard ground, and, at the same time chained on a metal stuck on the wall. But at least he was near the fireplace. This, of all things, warmed him. A fire was lit, and in front of him was a cup of red tea. Please dont leave me. A woman cried. She had just finished plucking off the leaves and petals from their stem but in the end, all she got was, he loves me not. She brought all the stems and delivered them on the fire. She knelt by the mans side and caressed his face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she slapped him. Dont leave me! She yelled. She slapped him hard, left and right, repetitively, til the life of him vanished. She continued to cry, yelling, wailing, kicking and slapping til the mans face could no longer be recognized. Then she felt weak, exhausted, and slept, beside the man with no face. The fire unlit. Missing eh? Gaeia, propped on her chair, sat with her fingers crossed on the table top. At the moment, The table was empty, with her papers and stack of folders neatly filed on a filer that stood at either side of her desk. Only two cups of coffee stood messing on her table. Each cup stood near the edge, either held by the hand or left unattended. Yep. A man sitting opposite her nodded. By the name Harron he was. He held his cup and sipped the sweet smelling coffee courtesy of his host. And under your jurisdiction? Yes. Under my jurisdiction. And? Gaeia let her question hang for the man himself to pick up - which he did - with a flick of his fingers - that she once found funny - and the ever annoying smile of his. Detective Harron smiled, obviously enjoying the look of annoyance on her face. Bluntly he said, I need your cooperation. You see, my guy was last seen here, the kingdom under your ca -- Just drop the nonsense. If he was last seen here, then its our case to solve, no longer yours. Yeah. But the problem is, my boss pointed me out to follow through the case plus the fact that his parents know me. And that means? Their wealthy and promised to pay me a large amount of mon -- So its all about money then? Nope. You know me pretty well that i dont just go for -- Gaeia cut in, held her palm up and smirked. She reached for her already cold coffee and sipped. Jeezus... Harron, who, moments earlier enjoyed looking at the obvious annoyance playing on her face now stood in exasperation as she continued to sip. He waited. But she didnt say anything. Look, i understand youre mad. I just need you to tell your men to -- I already told them. Very well. Gaeia said nothing. As if to dismiss him, she turned on the computer on her side and started browsing, studying their files. His tone full of sarcasm, Harron said, Thank you for your wonderful cooperation. then stalked out of the room. She had changed rather visibly. Shes no longer the annoying, sweet little thing, fragile looking girl he once had. But shes still annoying. In a funny way that he couldnt help but try to test her temper. But indeed she was able to get into his nerves. On the other hand, the slammed door she was expecting to hear she never heard. Clearly he was annoyed by her professionalism. Gaeia knew very well that what she did to him was so unbusinesslike and very unprofessional on her part. But that was just it. Next time shell try to do better. Harrons face came to view after three knocks on her door. Excuse me, but to whom shall i talk? The wind was blowing rather harshly as the night engulfed the whole city. Seagulls scattered across the beach along with the couples that walk side by side, holding hands, or the ones that prefer the darker side, hidden by rocks near a mini forest that seemed ominous at night. Bonfires lit the beach like that of a fireplace. The moon stood in the midst of the stars that grouped like tiny specks of crystals at night. Hand in hand, a couple walked towards the mini forest, slowly taking their time. Wanna try something quick? The man grinned as his hand moved down the womans waist. The woman just smiled. A smile ready to give anything a try. They kissed as they walk, murmuring sweet nothings. Further inside, they stopped. Influenced by the night, the forest seemed all but black that even the leaves could not be perceived as green in the dark. I guess weve walked far enough. The man sounded high. I guess so. The woman replied and sweetly smiled. The man grinned and took off his shirt. They started kissing but mid track the womans body suddenly went rigid. The man, stood like a stone, his eyes wide, mouth gaped open, staring at something in front. Slowly, the womans body glided and fell heavily with a thud. Her blood spilled on the ground. There was still a bit of a life left on her eyes as tears glided from its socket, unto the tip of her nose, and there for a moment, stopped, then dropped, joining the crimson blood that wet the grass. Her now lifeless eyes stared at nothing in particular. The man who was left standing half naked like a statue remained still, as stiff as a tree. A voice started chanting, plucking petals off a daisy. He loves me.... He loves me not... The petals, a golden beam, joined the blood in chagrin. He loves me.... He loves me not... the womans voice was a mixture of hope and hopelessness as she continued to chant, with matching tears flowing down her eyes. Abruptly, she grinned. Slowly she turned and looked up at the man. The man, in utter silence, just stared at her. He could no longer possibly think. He watched, as the woman threw him a rock. The woman, still chanting but more like singing, dragged him. He loves me.... He loves me not... Freya woke up panting. there was that dream again. It couldnt possibly be her, the woman who was left to die on that cold ground. But the smell of bloodstained grass still lingered on her nose. And the picture of her pale face, void of life, lingered on her mind. She looked around her room, throat dry. Her phone rang... He loves me... He loves me not... were the lines she heard just before the phone at the other end of the line hung up. The phrases lingered... He loves me... He loves me not...
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 13:06:42 +0000
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