He Had it Coming Part 2
anonymous
March 13 2010, 08:52:16 UTC
“I-I don’t…” She shook her head and started crying, not know what was going on.
“Mrs. Edelstein,” the man, Detective Something or other, she couldn’t remember at the moment, said, “just tell me what happened.”
“I…I went out…”
“Where did you go?”
“Out…” the Detective sighed. Jones that was his name, Detective Jones…
“I got that. What did you do while you were out?”
“I was…I was shopping. We needed…something. Can’t you cover him up or something?”
“My boys are still working, Mrs. Edelstein, please focus here. What were you doing?”
“I…I went to the market.”
“Which market?”
“The one…by that place…”
“What place?”
“I can’t remember! Does it matter anymore anyway?! Roderich is-”
“Yes, dead. I can see him right there, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”
“Well, I don’t know! I just came home and he was like that!” She fell to her knees in front of the Detective. “Roderich! Roderich why? What am I supposed to do without you?!”
Detective Jones snapped his notebook shut. “Elizaveta Edelstein, you are under arrest for the murder of Roderich Edelstein. Take her away boys.”
Several of the men around the room grabbed her. She made no move to stop them from carrying her away except for shouting “Roderich!” over and over again.
“Dames…” the Detective muttered as he left the crime scene.
***
She may have been a little tipsy. They had a good show though, and the vodka was flowing freely, so she just ignored it and kept drinking.
“Mm, that was great wasn’t it sis? When you did that thing followed by that other thing?” Katashya laughed. She was completely wasted.
“Yes yes, that was a good one…” Ivan wasn’t much better off.
“I think we’re out of ice…” she noticed.
“Can’t have that, sis, can we?”
“Agreed…why don’t you go get us some, yes?”
“Of course.” She smiled at him and left the room.
As fate would have it, the ice machine in their hall wasn’t working, and neither was the one on the floor below. It took three more floors until she actually found a working ice machine, and by that time she had been gone for quite some time.
“I’m back…” she said upon entering the room…
She doesn’t quite remember what happened next, just that there was a lot of screaming and blood.
***
She peeked out from behind the magazine she was using to hide her face. There he was, waiting outside that café, just like he had been every other day this week. In a few minutes, a girl, a different one every day, will walk up. They’ll exchange a few comments, he’ll give her a kiss, and they’ll get in her car and drive away, to a different apartment on different sides of town every time.
“You’re here!” She heard him exclaim as an albino man got off his motorcycle.
“Yeah sorry I’m late. I got held up a bit…” A guy? Is it possible she’s just jumping to conclusions about the others as well? He is Italian…it’s entirely possible that he was just being friendly with the others as well.
“That’s fine. I woke up from my siesta late, so I just got here too.” He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and stood on his toes to get a kiss out of him which the albino eagerly returned, wrapping an arm around his waist. Maybe she wasn’t jumping to conclusions after all.
“C’mon Feli,” he tossed him a spare helmet, “let’s get out of here.”
She watched, tears in her eyes, as her love jumped on the back of another man’s bike and held on to him tightly as they sped off into the distance. After a while she wiped the tears from her eyes, stood up, and went home.
She had to prepare for Feliciano’s return after all…
“Mrs. Edelstein,” the man, Detective Something or other, she couldn’t remember at the moment, said, “just tell me what happened.”
“I…I went out…”
“Where did you go?”
“Out…” the Detective sighed. Jones that was his name, Detective Jones…
“I got that. What did you do while you were out?”
“I was…I was shopping. We needed…something. Can’t you cover him up or something?”
“My boys are still working, Mrs. Edelstein, please focus here. What were you doing?”
“I…I went to the market.”
“Which market?”
“The one…by that place…”
“What place?”
“I can’t remember! Does it matter anymore anyway?! Roderich is-”
“Yes, dead. I can see him right there, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”
“Well, I don’t know! I just came home and he was like that!” She fell to her knees in front of the Detective. “Roderich! Roderich why? What am I supposed to do without you?!”
Detective Jones snapped his notebook shut. “Elizaveta Edelstein, you are under arrest for the murder of Roderich Edelstein. Take her away boys.”
Several of the men around the room grabbed her. She made no move to stop them from carrying her away except for shouting “Roderich!” over and over again.
“Dames…” the Detective muttered as he left the crime scene.
***
She may have been a little tipsy. They had a good show though, and the vodka was flowing freely, so she just ignored it and kept drinking.
“Mm, that was great wasn’t it sis? When you did that thing followed by that other thing?” Katashya laughed. She was completely wasted.
“Yes yes, that was a good one…” Ivan wasn’t much better off.
“I think we’re out of ice…” she noticed.
“Can’t have that, sis, can we?”
“Agreed…why don’t you go get us some, yes?”
“Of course.” She smiled at him and left the room.
As fate would have it, the ice machine in their hall wasn’t working, and neither was the one on the floor below. It took three more floors until she actually found a working ice machine, and by that time she had been gone for quite some time.
“I’m back…” she said upon entering the room…
She doesn’t quite remember what happened next, just that there was a lot of screaming and blood.
***
She peeked out from behind the magazine she was using to hide her face. There he was, waiting outside that café, just like he had been every other day this week. In a few minutes, a girl, a different one every day, will walk up. They’ll exchange a few comments, he’ll give her a kiss, and they’ll get in her car and drive away, to a different apartment on different sides of town every time.
“You’re here!” She heard him exclaim as an albino man got off his motorcycle.
“Yeah sorry I’m late. I got held up a bit…” A guy? Is it possible she’s just jumping to conclusions about the others as well? He is Italian…it’s entirely possible that he was just being friendly with the others as well.
“That’s fine. I woke up from my siesta late, so I just got here too.” He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and stood on his toes to get a kiss out of him which the albino eagerly returned, wrapping an arm around his waist. Maybe she wasn’t jumping to conclusions after all.
“C’mon Feli,” he tossed him a spare helmet, “let’s get out of here.”
She watched, tears in her eyes, as her love jumped on the back of another man’s bike and held on to him tightly as they sped off into the distance.
After a while she wiped the tears from her eyes, stood up, and went home.
She had to prepare for Feliciano’s return after all…
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That was wonderful! Adding backstories is great! I really feel for Seychelles now, poor girl, and Hungary, too!
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