PLAYING WITH FIRE, an ASOUE fanfiction by George (PG for rudeness)
Chapter Two
Kidnap The Thoughts
AUTHORS NOTES: Sorry if the whole hospital thing is a bit un-realistic...I don't really have much of an idea how things go like that...oh well, just R, R, and E. J Thanks to all my reviewers!
"Oh good god!" Flo screamed," Oh fucking hell!"
She turned, and slammed the door shut. Did she just see what she thought she did? No...no...please no.
She hid herself against the wall....what to do? She would be the main suspect...she was the only one in the building. She shook her head. Why was she worrying about that now? Olaf was dead. She opened her eyes wide. Maybe he's just knocked out...but he looked so dead from what she had seen. She didn't want to go back in there...please no.
She tiptoed very slowly towards it, and then slowly pushed the door open. She cringed her eyes as she entered, and then kneeled by Olaf, and listened carefully, as the wind blew through the open window. No heartbeat. And there was no pulse, as she felt his limp wrist.
She spent five minutes clutching Olaf's arm, hoping to suddenly find the pulse.
But there was none.
She burst in to tears, as quick as spontaneous combustion. Olaf was dead. But how did he die? She looked around on his body for any marks, being careful to not leave many fingerprints-that could be evidence to lock her up, if it were murder.
Which she suspected. There were no marks. Olaf looked as if he was sleeping, no blood, no nothing. She smiled slightly-she could see how tired Olaf had been after that day. His nightshirt's buttons were done up all wrong...he was always careful with them. Oh well, silly thing to notice really. But Flo wanted to distract herself from looking at his unusual pale skin, and his open staring eyes.
Though Flo did not yet suspect murder. Maybe a heart attack or something. But she didn't hear any scream at all, nothing as she waited in the bedroom for him to come out. Well, the most reasonable explanation was that. But she wanted to know. It was time to call the police. But Flo wanted his body...she began thinking...she would get his body, would she? She wanted Olaf, no burring, and no cremating-she wanted to keep him in a glass box and be able to see him until she died, and joined him in the heavens.
Flo had never believed in the heaven and hell and God, but she began feeling that Olaf had gone to a better place-like heaven, and was being cared for by someone-someone no one could see-like God.
She finally got up, carefully letting Olaf lie in peace. She shut the door tightly, as she returned to the bedroom, and took a long sigh. Maybe it wasn't time to call the police-she was tired, and scared, and she needed some time to rest.
But the police might suspect something.
Who would suspect anything of a heart attack?
Flo still wasn't sure what it was...she shook her head-got rid of all the questions.
Let's wait until the morning, she thought.
She sat down in her bed, and pulled the covers tight up to her nose. She was scared...she couldn't say what of though. She closed her eyes as she lay, and tried to think of all of the great time Olaf and her had had. She thought of when they first made, on a snowy day. They were inside, watching one of Olaf's plays. He was a soloist then...well, Esme was his partner. They were a duo. Then, he needed to call someone from the audience up. Flo raised her hand as high as she could...pick me! Pick me! Pick-
He picked Tocuna. Jealously kicked in. Flo sat, arms crossed, as Olaf showed Tocuna a dance, and everybody clapped and cheered, as they span, and tangoed.
Flo didn't. She wanted him. The rivalry for Olaf had started right there. They both wanted Olaf to recognize them. They're twins. So what? They're different people, aren't they.
After the show, Tocuna introduced Flo to Olaf. Flo nervously asked if Olaf could show her the dance, and he did. So what, it wasn't in front of loads of people. But she was dancing with him, and she saw Tocuna's expression. Haha...
Then she thought of their first fire...the first one they set. Hm...Boring thought, Flo didn't do anything there. Tocuna did.
Tocuna and Flo were best mates, they never argued, but from Flo's point of view, they hated each other when it came to Olaf, but just never showed it. Hate was a strong work. They annoyed each other when it came to Olaf was a better way to put it.
But they were mates...and they shouldn't have fallen out. But they did, and now going back was too awkward. Tocuna probably knew about where she had been all this time.
Flo thought of the first fire that Olaf had depended Flo and Tocuna on together. They were the ones to grab the possessions, set the match, then escape.
They had had so much fun, creeping around, grabbing anything, clocks, candles, anything, then Flo got to set the match. The happy thought, the sensation as she chucked the match behind her was so...so...brilliant! How they ran, and climbed out a window.
Then they clambered into the automobile, where everyone congratulated them, and satisfied, the car left the burning house.
Flo was asleep.
*******
The sun rose, but Flo did not rise with it. She stayed asleep, curled in a strange position in the bed, where she had yanked all the cover so it was lopsided on one of the mattress. When the sun had been fully raised for forty-five minutes, Flo rose. She sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes. She forgot about Olaf for a minute, until she turned, and noticed his body wasn't there.
Oh yeah, he was dead. Flo tried to keep her thoughts as calm as possible. Blubbering and screaming wouldn't bring him back. This was the best way to forget. Anyway, she realized that then was the most appropriate time to ring the police, and the most appropriate behaviour on the phone was to sound slightly more upset. Flo felt as if she had murdered him, wondering what to say, what to do. They would ask why she didn't call the previous night. She could say that she was just too distraught...yes, that's right. She dialled the number, then held the phone up to her ear. It only rang once before someone replied. Good service.
"Hello?"
"Hi...is this the police?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well...my boyfriend...his name is Olaf" she didn't use Omar, everyone thought he was already dead "I found him on the floor last night...he wasn't breathing and there was no pulse or heart beat. There's no mark of blood or anything on him...though I haven't checked his back...I was too distraught to call last night....what do I do!" Flo tried to sound as terrified as possible, though part of her was as scared as she was trying to be.
"Okay," the policeman said," We'll have an ambulance right over."
"Okay," Flo said," Bye then."
"Bye."
Flo put the phone down, as the sound of hanging up rung on the other line.
She didn't want to go back into the bathroom again, so she opened the curtains, and went downstairs. There was nothing to do, everything on the television and on the radio reminded her of Olaf. She looked around. The place could do with a clean, she thought, and would keep me busy. She grabbed a mop, and started on the kitchen floor.
By the time she had finished that one floor, the door was knocked on. She dropped the mop on the spot, and ran over to the door, and opened it.
"He's up he-"Flo began," Oh, hi Tocuna."
Tocuna stood confused, and then replied.
"Hi...what did you mean, 'he's up here'?" Tocuna asked.
"Ah, nothing," Flo said," Meddling with you. So, what brings you here?" Tocuna sighed.
"Well," she said," I just wanted to say sorry to you and Olaf. I was being a bitch, I know it. So, can I come in?"
"Um...yes," Flo said, surprised, and held the door wide open. Tocuna stepped in, and peered around as Flo shut the door.
"Sis, where's Olaf?" she asked.
"He's still asleep." Flo said," I woul-"
"Let's go wake him!" Tocuna cried," Like we did with dad when we were little!" Tocuna ran forward, towards the stairs. Flo followed.
"No, Tocuna, it's not wise...he'll get...mad!" Tocuna was way ahead. As Flo arrived at the top of the stairs, she heard Tocuna from Olaf's room.
"Nope, not here. Maybe in the bathroom."
"Shit, no!" Flo cried, but she was too late. She arrived in the bedroom, but Tocuna had just opened the door. She gasped, then screamed.
"Flo...what...what's Olaf doing dead on the floor?" she squealed.
"Look sis," Tocuna began," I'll ex-"
Beep...Ding Dong
Then a knock. Flo had to run downstairs before she could explain. Tocuna stood shocked, and then decided to shut the bathroom door.
As Flo opened the door, two paramedics rushed in.
"Hi...he's in the bathroom, the upstairs one...my sisters there...she's shocked...just...um.." Flo said, and then just ran with them. When Flo arrived at the top, Tocuna came in tears down the stairs.
"Sis? What's up?"
"Stupid question really," Tocuna said," The paramedics are just looking at the body. They decided that we should stay downstairs. Flo nodded, and then they both continued the walk down, arm around each other, both crying. Minutes later, the paramedics arrived downstairs. They seated Tocuna and Flo down before starting on the information they had discovered.
"Okay, you two," the man said, in a very nice, kind voice," I'm very sorry, but Olaf is dead." Tocuna began sobbing. Flo nodded. Although they both knew it already, when a professional paramedic confirmed it, it seemed like they were taking the news in again.
"We'll have to take the body to the hospital for further observation," he continued," We can't really see what is wrong with Omar at the moment. There's no blood, but we have noticed a small mark on his stomach, kind of two holes joined together...it's hard to describe. No one here can confirm what it is yet. It might be nothing. He still might have died of natural causes-we can't really say yet."
Flo nodded.
This was going to be a long day.
The ambulance let Flo in, but advised that only one person joined Olaf-or Omar as they called him-in the vehicle. Tocuna just waved them off, then walked away, back to her place, and played solitaire for a while, as she always did when upset. Or she played snap, or something like that, if Flo was there to be upset with her. But today, Flo was out with her dead boyfriend, so she was alone.
The bumpy journey to the hospital made Flo feel sick. She looked around. There was Olaf's dead body. She looked away-that made her feel more sick.
The ambulance soon arrived, and the paramedics pushed open the doors, and carefully lowered Olaf's body-which was on a gurney-off the ambulance. Flo followed. She noticed how the paramedics seemed to take their time.
Well he's dead, she thought, they don't have to rush. The gurney was wheeled behind the main ambulance building, and towards a smaller building. Flo was slightly confused by this, but knew that the paramedics knew what they were doing.
The small building was quite long though, with the shape of a simple rectangle. It was concrete, with a large square window by a large door, and several small windows scattered around. The large door was red, and opened like a garage door as the paramedics, the gurney, and Flo approached.
As they walked into the dark building, it shut behind them. Flo found it eerie, but knew it was safe.
"Excuse me," she called out," What is the building for?"
"It's for observing dead bodies." The woman said," for cases likes these, you see." Flo nodded.
They arrived in a lighter room, with a few computers, a box of clipboards, and several beds. A few people were sitting at the computers. The paramedics lifted Olaf's body onto one of the beds. Flo cringed.
One of the people from the computers stood up.
"Dead?" he asked. The paramedics nodded.
"We want to know the cause of death," the woman said.
"Alright," the man said. He shook Flo's hand," Hello, Miss. My name is Charles. I've been working here for a short amount of time only, but I assure that your husband-"
"Boyfriend-"
"-Boyfriend is okay, under my hands." He walked over to Olaf," It'll take about an hour before we get a small indication." He started adding machinery. Flo sat and watched.
****
Flo yawned. She was tired of sitting and waiting. She didn't understand what Charles was doing. Now, several other people were helping-attaching wires to their computers, scanning down information. But soon, the time came to end. The sound of the machinery stopped, and Charles stood forward to Flo.
"We cannot be completely sure," he began," That our theory is correct." Flo nodded impatiently. "But we believe your husband-"
"-Boyfriend-"
"-Boyfriend was given a jab with a syringe. This syringe contained short, sharp crystals things...we're not sure what yet, and some poison. The glass things caused large internal bleeding inside your husband-"
"-boyfriend-"
"-boyfriend's organs, and the poison swell them a fraction, therefore disabling them to work, and Olaf most likely just fell to the ground, dead, in a sort of fit thing."
"Right..." Flo was thinking, and didn't say much. Who injected him? Surely not himself, surely not him. Olaf never saw things that way in life. Flo realized something. The badly done buttons, the open window. They were badly done murder. Or was is badly done...she had no idea on who it would be.
"So...who would inject him?" she asked. Charles thought.
"I don't know," he said," We should call some detectives, missy. Here we have a murder case."
End Of Chapter
Sorry I took so long to update...but review! I have cookies!
Chapter Two
Kidnap The Thoughts
AUTHORS NOTES: Sorry if the whole hospital thing is a bit un-realistic...I don't really have much of an idea how things go like that...oh well, just R, R, and E. J Thanks to all my reviewers!
"Oh good god!" Flo screamed," Oh fucking hell!"
She turned, and slammed the door shut. Did she just see what she thought she did? No...no...please no.
She hid herself against the wall....what to do? She would be the main suspect...she was the only one in the building. She shook her head. Why was she worrying about that now? Olaf was dead. She opened her eyes wide. Maybe he's just knocked out...but he looked so dead from what she had seen. She didn't want to go back in there...please no.
She tiptoed very slowly towards it, and then slowly pushed the door open. She cringed her eyes as she entered, and then kneeled by Olaf, and listened carefully, as the wind blew through the open window. No heartbeat. And there was no pulse, as she felt his limp wrist.
She spent five minutes clutching Olaf's arm, hoping to suddenly find the pulse.
But there was none.
She burst in to tears, as quick as spontaneous combustion. Olaf was dead. But how did he die? She looked around on his body for any marks, being careful to not leave many fingerprints-that could be evidence to lock her up, if it were murder.
Which she suspected. There were no marks. Olaf looked as if he was sleeping, no blood, no nothing. She smiled slightly-she could see how tired Olaf had been after that day. His nightshirt's buttons were done up all wrong...he was always careful with them. Oh well, silly thing to notice really. But Flo wanted to distract herself from looking at his unusual pale skin, and his open staring eyes.
Though Flo did not yet suspect murder. Maybe a heart attack or something. But she didn't hear any scream at all, nothing as she waited in the bedroom for him to come out. Well, the most reasonable explanation was that. But she wanted to know. It was time to call the police. But Flo wanted his body...she began thinking...she would get his body, would she? She wanted Olaf, no burring, and no cremating-she wanted to keep him in a glass box and be able to see him until she died, and joined him in the heavens.
Flo had never believed in the heaven and hell and God, but she began feeling that Olaf had gone to a better place-like heaven, and was being cared for by someone-someone no one could see-like God.
She finally got up, carefully letting Olaf lie in peace. She shut the door tightly, as she returned to the bedroom, and took a long sigh. Maybe it wasn't time to call the police-she was tired, and scared, and she needed some time to rest.
But the police might suspect something.
Who would suspect anything of a heart attack?
Flo still wasn't sure what it was...she shook her head-got rid of all the questions.
Let's wait until the morning, she thought.
She sat down in her bed, and pulled the covers tight up to her nose. She was scared...she couldn't say what of though. She closed her eyes as she lay, and tried to think of all of the great time Olaf and her had had. She thought of when they first made, on a snowy day. They were inside, watching one of Olaf's plays. He was a soloist then...well, Esme was his partner. They were a duo. Then, he needed to call someone from the audience up. Flo raised her hand as high as she could...pick me! Pick me! Pick-
He picked Tocuna. Jealously kicked in. Flo sat, arms crossed, as Olaf showed Tocuna a dance, and everybody clapped and cheered, as they span, and tangoed.
Flo didn't. She wanted him. The rivalry for Olaf had started right there. They both wanted Olaf to recognize them. They're twins. So what? They're different people, aren't they.
After the show, Tocuna introduced Flo to Olaf. Flo nervously asked if Olaf could show her the dance, and he did. So what, it wasn't in front of loads of people. But she was dancing with him, and she saw Tocuna's expression. Haha...
Then she thought of their first fire...the first one they set. Hm...Boring thought, Flo didn't do anything there. Tocuna did.
Tocuna and Flo were best mates, they never argued, but from Flo's point of view, they hated each other when it came to Olaf, but just never showed it. Hate was a strong work. They annoyed each other when it came to Olaf was a better way to put it.
But they were mates...and they shouldn't have fallen out. But they did, and now going back was too awkward. Tocuna probably knew about where she had been all this time.
Flo thought of the first fire that Olaf had depended Flo and Tocuna on together. They were the ones to grab the possessions, set the match, then escape.
They had had so much fun, creeping around, grabbing anything, clocks, candles, anything, then Flo got to set the match. The happy thought, the sensation as she chucked the match behind her was so...so...brilliant! How they ran, and climbed out a window.
Then they clambered into the automobile, where everyone congratulated them, and satisfied, the car left the burning house.
Flo was asleep.
*******
The sun rose, but Flo did not rise with it. She stayed asleep, curled in a strange position in the bed, where she had yanked all the cover so it was lopsided on one of the mattress. When the sun had been fully raised for forty-five minutes, Flo rose. She sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes. She forgot about Olaf for a minute, until she turned, and noticed his body wasn't there.
Oh yeah, he was dead. Flo tried to keep her thoughts as calm as possible. Blubbering and screaming wouldn't bring him back. This was the best way to forget. Anyway, she realized that then was the most appropriate time to ring the police, and the most appropriate behaviour on the phone was to sound slightly more upset. Flo felt as if she had murdered him, wondering what to say, what to do. They would ask why she didn't call the previous night. She could say that she was just too distraught...yes, that's right. She dialled the number, then held the phone up to her ear. It only rang once before someone replied. Good service.
"Hello?"
"Hi...is this the police?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well...my boyfriend...his name is Olaf" she didn't use Omar, everyone thought he was already dead "I found him on the floor last night...he wasn't breathing and there was no pulse or heart beat. There's no mark of blood or anything on him...though I haven't checked his back...I was too distraught to call last night....what do I do!" Flo tried to sound as terrified as possible, though part of her was as scared as she was trying to be.
"Okay," the policeman said," We'll have an ambulance right over."
"Okay," Flo said," Bye then."
"Bye."
Flo put the phone down, as the sound of hanging up rung on the other line.
She didn't want to go back into the bathroom again, so she opened the curtains, and went downstairs. There was nothing to do, everything on the television and on the radio reminded her of Olaf. She looked around. The place could do with a clean, she thought, and would keep me busy. She grabbed a mop, and started on the kitchen floor.
By the time she had finished that one floor, the door was knocked on. She dropped the mop on the spot, and ran over to the door, and opened it.
"He's up he-"Flo began," Oh, hi Tocuna."
Tocuna stood confused, and then replied.
"Hi...what did you mean, 'he's up here'?" Tocuna asked.
"Ah, nothing," Flo said," Meddling with you. So, what brings you here?" Tocuna sighed.
"Well," she said," I just wanted to say sorry to you and Olaf. I was being a bitch, I know it. So, can I come in?"
"Um...yes," Flo said, surprised, and held the door wide open. Tocuna stepped in, and peered around as Flo shut the door.
"Sis, where's Olaf?" she asked.
"He's still asleep." Flo said," I woul-"
"Let's go wake him!" Tocuna cried," Like we did with dad when we were little!" Tocuna ran forward, towards the stairs. Flo followed.
"No, Tocuna, it's not wise...he'll get...mad!" Tocuna was way ahead. As Flo arrived at the top of the stairs, she heard Tocuna from Olaf's room.
"Nope, not here. Maybe in the bathroom."
"Shit, no!" Flo cried, but she was too late. She arrived in the bedroom, but Tocuna had just opened the door. She gasped, then screamed.
"Flo...what...what's Olaf doing dead on the floor?" she squealed.
"Look sis," Tocuna began," I'll ex-"
Beep...Ding Dong
Then a knock. Flo had to run downstairs before she could explain. Tocuna stood shocked, and then decided to shut the bathroom door.
As Flo opened the door, two paramedics rushed in.
"Hi...he's in the bathroom, the upstairs one...my sisters there...she's shocked...just...um.." Flo said, and then just ran with them. When Flo arrived at the top, Tocuna came in tears down the stairs.
"Sis? What's up?"
"Stupid question really," Tocuna said," The paramedics are just looking at the body. They decided that we should stay downstairs. Flo nodded, and then they both continued the walk down, arm around each other, both crying. Minutes later, the paramedics arrived downstairs. They seated Tocuna and Flo down before starting on the information they had discovered.
"Okay, you two," the man said, in a very nice, kind voice," I'm very sorry, but Olaf is dead." Tocuna began sobbing. Flo nodded. Although they both knew it already, when a professional paramedic confirmed it, it seemed like they were taking the news in again.
"We'll have to take the body to the hospital for further observation," he continued," We can't really see what is wrong with Omar at the moment. There's no blood, but we have noticed a small mark on his stomach, kind of two holes joined together...it's hard to describe. No one here can confirm what it is yet. It might be nothing. He still might have died of natural causes-we can't really say yet."
Flo nodded.
This was going to be a long day.
The ambulance let Flo in, but advised that only one person joined Olaf-or Omar as they called him-in the vehicle. Tocuna just waved them off, then walked away, back to her place, and played solitaire for a while, as she always did when upset. Or she played snap, or something like that, if Flo was there to be upset with her. But today, Flo was out with her dead boyfriend, so she was alone.
The bumpy journey to the hospital made Flo feel sick. She looked around. There was Olaf's dead body. She looked away-that made her feel more sick.
The ambulance soon arrived, and the paramedics pushed open the doors, and carefully lowered Olaf's body-which was on a gurney-off the ambulance. Flo followed. She noticed how the paramedics seemed to take their time.
Well he's dead, she thought, they don't have to rush. The gurney was wheeled behind the main ambulance building, and towards a smaller building. Flo was slightly confused by this, but knew that the paramedics knew what they were doing.
The small building was quite long though, with the shape of a simple rectangle. It was concrete, with a large square window by a large door, and several small windows scattered around. The large door was red, and opened like a garage door as the paramedics, the gurney, and Flo approached.
As they walked into the dark building, it shut behind them. Flo found it eerie, but knew it was safe.
"Excuse me," she called out," What is the building for?"
"It's for observing dead bodies." The woman said," for cases likes these, you see." Flo nodded.
They arrived in a lighter room, with a few computers, a box of clipboards, and several beds. A few people were sitting at the computers. The paramedics lifted Olaf's body onto one of the beds. Flo cringed.
One of the people from the computers stood up.
"Dead?" he asked. The paramedics nodded.
"We want to know the cause of death," the woman said.
"Alright," the man said. He shook Flo's hand," Hello, Miss. My name is Charles. I've been working here for a short amount of time only, but I assure that your husband-"
"Boyfriend-"
"-Boyfriend is okay, under my hands." He walked over to Olaf," It'll take about an hour before we get a small indication." He started adding machinery. Flo sat and watched.
****
Flo yawned. She was tired of sitting and waiting. She didn't understand what Charles was doing. Now, several other people were helping-attaching wires to their computers, scanning down information. But soon, the time came to end. The sound of the machinery stopped, and Charles stood forward to Flo.
"We cannot be completely sure," he began," That our theory is correct." Flo nodded impatiently. "But we believe your husband-"
"-Boyfriend-"
"-Boyfriend was given a jab with a syringe. This syringe contained short, sharp crystals things...we're not sure what yet, and some poison. The glass things caused large internal bleeding inside your husband-"
"-boyfriend-"
"-boyfriend's organs, and the poison swell them a fraction, therefore disabling them to work, and Olaf most likely just fell to the ground, dead, in a sort of fit thing."
"Right..." Flo was thinking, and didn't say much. Who injected him? Surely not himself, surely not him. Olaf never saw things that way in life. Flo realized something. The badly done buttons, the open window. They were badly done murder. Or was is badly done...she had no idea on who it would be.
"So...who would inject him?" she asked. Charles thought.
"I don't know," he said," We should call some detectives, missy. Here we have a murder case."
End Of Chapter
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