Role play Group : The Death Club
The Death of Love.
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
-Another morning, another day in the life of Inga Snoggleblom. The smell of coffee wafted into her room, and we see our starlet, laying in bed, but her eyes are open, as they had been for much of the night. Hermon had shared a meal with her, Sven and Dai, the evening before, and though the two love birds; aka Sven and Dai chattered incessantly about their future plans for Inga and of course, the Sanrio agency for Prague, Inga toyed with her food, using her fork, to push the morsels around her plate listlessly. Hermon, kept fairly quiet, pretending to take note of the boys banter, but he could not take his eyes, off the Swedish bombshell. Even without makeup, and her hair tied back in a ponytail, she still radiated such beauty. Dinner complete, Inga actually offered to do the dishes, while Sven and Dai made out on the hello kitty couch. Hermon seized the chance, to be alone with Inga, and dried the dishes, but every chance he got, he would reach to touch her hand, as she placed a wet plate on the rack to dry. Every time, he felt the touch of her skin, he felt a surge inside his being, excited, just to be near her. She was idolised by millions, and many men the world over, used her pictures, images, and movies, to fap to. Kraus had it all, and Hermon, was now determined to be the next in line for her affections.
Inga finally emerged from her bedroom, however, she was not dressed in her usual bright pinks and Hello kitty garb. She was dressed fairly simply, but all in black. Inga was wearing natural makeup, which was actually quite beautiful, with her complexion; however, it was as if her inner soul, which was tortured, was on show for the world to see. Sven came out of the kitchen and stopped dead seeing her there. Holding the coffee pot, he found it difficult to find his words, and held up the pot, hopeful to get her attention.
“Fancy a cup of coffee?….a bagel perhaps.”
He knew she had hardly eaten in a few days; the box of donuts was in the bin. Discarded. Sven watched Inga, and followed her as she went to get her handbag, then made her way towards the front door of her apartment, where she reached for her coat, and started to thread her arms through the sleeves. Inga flicked out her ponytail, which had gotten caught, and then faced Sven. Her face appeared to sad….and she tried to show something of a smile, though failing horribly. Sven had to ask her.
“Where are you going so early?”
Course, he had a fairly good idea, but wanted to hear it from her. Inga coughed, and took up her bag, and let out a sigh.
“I amz…going to the clinic. It is time, I end this.”
Sven set down the coffee pot on the dining table, and made his way to the front door, while Inga cast her eyes downward, as though she was ashamed of herself, for not standing by her man, like she had promised. It didn’t take a fool to see, that Inga was heartbroken, and Sven was feeling her sorrow, as if it was pouring out of her. Rather than argue with her, he simply put his arms around her gently, and kissed her forehead. Acting like a concerned big brother, rather than her agent. She needed someone, since Noonie was still away, and he would have been there for her regardless. He had known her now for about nine years, having come from the same social circles. Through the good times and the bad, they had shared so many moments. Hell, she had hundreds of images on her computer, of all the social events, and birthdays, the parties, and the quiet times, when they shared a wine on her balcony. Holding her out at arm’s length, he tilted his head, and pouted, seeing her trying to be so brave.
“You still love him…..don’t you?”
Raising her head, the teary eyes said it all. She nodded, as a tear ran down her cheek, but what she said next, was riddled with hurt.
“Sometimes…love is not enough.”
Not waiting another moment, she released herself from Sven’s hold, and reached for the front door, opening it, and Sven asked.
“Want me to come with you?”
Inga shook her head, and looked back one last time.
“This is something I need to do on my ownz….I see you and Dai, when I return.”
And with that…she left the room, closing the door with a soft click. Sven stood quietly in his place. He just watched the Kitty girl…grow up before his eyes.
The paramedics from the clinic, were returning a battered and blue Kraus, back into his room, after being rescued by Demetrios and Alexandros, from the Israelis, and the Jackal. Laying him back in his hospital bed, one of the duty nurses came in and started to work on getting his drip re inserted and fussing over his vitals, and charts. Kraus was heavily sedated, due to the experience, of being kidnapped by the Jackal, and his jaw showed a massive bruise, from being struck, yet again. The machines turned back on, and the heart monitor started to beep, but the rhythm was much slower than normal. The nurse tucked him in snugly, smoothing out the blanket, and finally replacing his chart. The paramedics wheeled out the gurney, and the nurse closed the blinds, bringing the room to darkness, with only a small overhead light, illuminating the doctor’s name on the white marker board, and that of Kraus. Nil food by mouth, and that he was to be checked on the hour. A security officer, who was hired by the boys, remained on watch, sitting on a chair outside of his room, to make sure that the Israelis did not try the same trick twice.
The click clack of a woman’s heels could be heard approaching, and the security guard glanced up from his paper, to see Inga Snoggleblom approaching, carrying a single black rose in her hand. The security guard rose immediately, having been briefed, that she may well visit, and he kindly opened the door for her, and nodded as she entered the room. Closing it for her, she stood just shy of the bed, toying with the stem of the black rose. Kraus had his eyes closed, his jaw was still wired shut. He looked a sight. Dirty, his hair all a mess. Inga rolled her bottom lip in, as she fought the desire to run to his side, and embrace him, to whisper how much she loved him, and that she wanted to be with him forever. But another part of her was angry…so very angry. In his blindness, he had failed to see, that his love was becoming an obsession that would result in his hiring of Ayalah. She could not come to terms with the fact, that eight people were dead now. The blame placed on her, was overwhelming, and the fact he voiced it was her fault, she felt she could not live with. A man is supposed to protect, and honour. Or that is what she thought, not shift all the blame on her, just because she worked at a club. Inga curled her fingers around the stem of the rose, cutting her fingers with the thorns, causing her to wince. Inga wanted to hurt him…she wanted to beat him with her fists. Inga wanted to scream, to yell, to curse…to let all the anger, and rage, the sorrow out. But she just couldn’t
Slowly, she walked to the side of his bed, and sniffing loudly, she bent forward, and simply kissed his forehead, her tears falling on his cheeks, as she raised back up, and placed the black rose on his chest.
“Goodbye….”
Without another word, she backed up and then turned on her heel, walking back to the door, that she opened. A look over her shoulder; the blood of her hand on the white blanket, the black rose a symbol of the death of their relationship. It was over.<3>
