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Fanfic: The two of us....
Chapter: The two of us ....
This is going to be a very strange story. Well, I'm not sure if I should write it at all, it's just a pipe dream .....
The two of us ......
The knife fell to the floor with a clang.
A steak knife that she bought together with her fiancé, a pack of 6 at half price and a set of spoons of the very best quality. That was exactly what the sleazy salesman had said with bared teeth and narrowed eyes, the flowered handkerchief in the right breast pocket of the brown jacket. The golden cufflinks were pinned down in a meticulous manner. All evenly, no deviation in the system. He smiled and nodded. Proves how well this set of the finest cutlery would suit you.
She laughed ... cutlery to suit someone ... She didn't know why she sat giggling on the floor, maybe her way of coping with the horror?With the red spots on her white blouse?
The smell of blood that weighed on everything like a heavy blanket, relentlessly suppressing the scent of perfume.
With the fact ... that she didn't remember what had happened in the past few minutes. To the attacker or the ... procedure. There was nothing there.
Slowly she crawled back a little, daring not to take her eyes from his staring eyes, from the bloody pool that should be his final resting place. From the slightly open mouth through which the last breath of life seemed to have escaped.
She slid on on her knees, not bothering that her expensive black pants would not survive this action, but made sure not to make the blouse any dirtier, otherwise it wouldn’t be cleaned, she told herself.
She laughed again with a chuckle, how should she clean it ... the keys were in his trouser pocket ...
She was just about to crawl back when a throbbing noise on the door made her wince in shock. It hammered harder and harder against the expensive door made of reddish-brown cherry wood. "What's going on in there ?! I heard screams! Frau da Gamba? Are you in there? .... Sir?" The screeching voice of Anna, the housekeeper she had hired a year ago, echoed through the dark Room. "I've already informed the police!"
Footsteps echoed through the bright, spacious mansion, crumbling the plaster from the ceiling and the dusty stairs groaning and groaning like old men. The babble of voices that went through the whole house like the angry hum of an irritated swarm of bees boomed in her ears.
The door burst into pieces, the glow of countless flashlights illuminated the dark room, enveloping it in countless cones of light that grew into a huge, glistening beam of light.
"Oh ... you holy shit!" Anna stumbled back.
On the expensive wool carpet lay the corpse of the murdered Robert da Gamba, who was as beautiful as sin was only twice as virtuous to Anna's annoyance, his fiancée crawling up to him, who all of them used to call Frau da Gamba. Her white blouse stained with blood, her face twisted into a grotesque mask. Chests rise and fall, hair disheveled in all directions. Anna, who watched in shock as one of the policemen grabbed Ms. da Gamba by the arm, talked to her gently and led her out, was then asked to be questioned at the police station herself.
There she was asked unpleasant questions that she didn't really dare to answer at first. Among other things, what kind of noise she had heard.
Anna looked shyly at the officer seated in front of her, maybe something could still be going on ...
But when he audibly cleared his throat and gave her an icy look, she replied meekly:
"Well, you know ... I heard Herr da Gamba screaming ... 'No, no, please don't' that kind of thing ..." she chewed noisily on her stale-tasting chewing gum and crossed her legs. "What do you want to suggest with all your questions ... about the woman da gamba ..." She leaned forward, her eyes widened then she said softly "But she can't remember anything ..."
The officer's gaze wandered briefly to her neckline and then back to her face. Knowingly, he looked into the eyes rimmed with black kayak, hesitated for a moment deliberately to give the enthusiastic woman new material for suspicion and blasphemy and then said smugly: "You know, your fingerprints can be found on the murder weapon .... she was full of blood ... "
He turned his head briefly in the direction of the spy mirror and saw the trembling woman da Gamba in a corner of the room, she had drawn her knees to her body and looked back and forth in panic.Eyes fluttering and lips cracked, wedged into a white smock ... what a pathetic picture
He ran his tongue over his lips, leaned forward a little more,
"Ever heard of schizophrenia. You know ... two personalities in one person ... one the innocent lamb ... the other .." his gaze wandered back to the distraught woman "..a dangerous murderess. . "
Yes, I know ... the story actually has no special meaning. But I just wanted to write something harmless again. Only like that. I'm not quite sure even now if it was the right thing to post it ...
If not, see it as a one-off slip ...
At least I hope you liked it a bit anyway. That was a smear again - history ...
So I ask for clerks again!
PS: Read my other stories too! (I'm saying that for the thousandth time ... * g *)
The two of us ......
The knife fell to the floor with a clang.
A steak knife that she bought together with her fiancé, a pack of 6 at half price and a set of spoons of the very best quality. That was exactly what the sleazy salesman had said with bared teeth and narrowed eyes, the flowered handkerchief in the right breast pocket of the brown jacket. The golden cufflinks were pinned down in a meticulous manner. All evenly, no deviation in the system. He smiled and nodded. Proves how well this set of the finest cutlery would suit you.
She laughed ... cutlery to suit someone ... She didn't know why she sat giggling on the floor, maybe her way of coping with the horror?With the red spots on her white blouse?
The smell of blood that weighed on everything like a heavy blanket, relentlessly suppressing the scent of perfume.
With the fact ... that she didn't remember what had happened in the past few minutes. To the attacker or the ... procedure. There was nothing there.
Slowly she crawled back a little, daring not to take her eyes from his staring eyes, from the bloody pool that should be his final resting place. From the slightly open mouth through which the last breath of life seemed to have escaped.
She slid on on her knees, not bothering that her expensive black pants would not survive this action, but made sure not to make the blouse any dirtier, otherwise it wouldn’t be cleaned, she told herself.
She laughed again with a chuckle, how should she clean it ... the keys were in his trouser pocket ...
She was just about to crawl back when a throbbing noise on the door made her wince in shock. It hammered harder and harder against the expensive door made of reddish-brown cherry wood. "What's going on in there ?! I heard screams! Frau da Gamba? Are you in there? .... Sir?" The screeching voice of Anna, the housekeeper she had hired a year ago, echoed through the dark Room. "I've already informed the police!"
Footsteps echoed through the bright, spacious mansion, crumbling the plaster from the ceiling and the dusty stairs groaning and groaning like old men. The babble of voices that went through the whole house like the angry hum of an irritated swarm of bees boomed in her ears.
The door burst into pieces, the glow of countless flashlights illuminated the dark room, enveloping it in countless cones of light that grew into a huge, glistening beam of light.
"Oh ... you holy shit!" Anna stumbled back.
On the expensive wool carpet lay the corpse of the murdered Robert da Gamba, who was as beautiful as sin was only twice as virtuous to Anna's annoyance, his fiancée crawling up to him, who all of them used to call Frau da Gamba. Her white blouse stained with blood, her face twisted into a grotesque mask. Chests rise and fall, hair disheveled in all directions. Anna, who watched in shock as one of the policemen grabbed Ms. da Gamba by the arm, talked to her gently and led her out, was then asked to be questioned at the police station herself.
There she was asked unpleasant questions that she didn't really dare to answer at first. Among other things, what kind of noise she had heard.
Anna looked shyly at the officer seated in front of her, maybe something could still be going on ...
But when he audibly cleared his throat and gave her an icy look, she replied meekly:
"Well, you know ... I heard Herr da Gamba screaming ... 'No, no, please don't' that kind of thing ..." she chewed noisily on her stale-tasting chewing gum and crossed her legs. "What do you want to suggest with all your questions ... about the woman da gamba ..." She leaned forward, her eyes widened then she said softly "But she can't remember anything ..."
The officer's gaze wandered briefly to her neckline and then back to her face. Knowingly, he looked into the eyes rimmed with black kayak, hesitated for a moment deliberately to give the enthusiastic woman new material for suspicion and blasphemy and then said smugly: "You know, your fingerprints can be found on the murder weapon .... she was full of blood ... "
He turned his head briefly in the direction of the spy mirror and saw the trembling woman da Gamba in a corner of the room, she had drawn her knees to her body and looked back and forth in panic.Eyes fluttering and lips cracked, wedged into a white smock ... what a pathetic picture
He ran his tongue over his lips, leaned forward a little more,
"Ever heard of schizophrenia. You know ... two personalities in one person ... one the innocent lamb ... the other .." his gaze wandered back to the distraught woman "..a dangerous murderess. . "
Yes, I know ... the story actually has no special meaning. But I just wanted to write something harmless again. Only like that. I'm not quite sure even now if it was the right thing to post it ...
If not, see it as a one-off slip ...
At least I hope you liked it a bit anyway. That was a smear again - history ...
So I ask for clerks again!
PS: Read my other stories too! (I'm saying that for the thousandth time ... * g *)