//''Me Gustas Tu''//
//''by. mekay''//
how does it feel?
you might be wondering: how does what feel?
how does it feel knowing that your fate, your decisions are all controlled by me?
theres little you can do about your fate now that youve started
you are probably also thinking "what does the title have to do with what im reading at all". to answer that, it really has nothing to do with what you will be reading. like seriously theres no connection.
[[please start the story, please]] //okay okay im going
ill note this before you start: when you see long passages in italics or something that just doesnt go with the story, it is 100% notes from the author. ill also have bad punctuation and no capitalised letters, i think you can handle it.
''remember: every decision you make WILL affect what you read in the story''
get ready for the story. i know you will like it, its romance, your favorite!//
[[actually it's not]]
[[dang, how'd you know?]]
[[you forgot the apostrophe in "it's" before romance in that last sentence]]//what? youre just wrong
why exactly dont you like it?//
(set: $romance to false)
(set: $notRomance to true)
(set: $apostrophe to false)
[[idk]]
[[it's gross]]thats unfortunate, i was actually kidding. but hey now i know something about you. in response ill tell you that the other options will have a slightly more rigorous adventure to find the actual story whereas you get a nice shortcut right to the start. i hope you like horror :)
(set: $romance to true)
[[Story: Start]]//hush!
i dont have time for little inconveniences like punctuation. i must move onto bigger and better things. in fact, i dont even like punctuation, nor do i like the people that choose to point out when its wrong to me (i.e. ''YOU'')
just for that remark, im going to quiz you
WITHOUT GOING BACK TO THE BEGINNING, what was the name of the author?//
[[k-dog]]
[[katie]]
[[kay]]
(set: $romance to false) (set: $notRomance to false)(set: $apostrophe to true)
haha i wish but thats
''INCORRECT''
heres the story anyway
[[Story: Start]] ha ha ha ah aha haaha ha aha
''WHO TOLD YOU THAT''
heres the story...
[[Story: Start]] ho ho ho good memory thats
''correct''
[[Story: Start]] ''REMEMBER: 1) EVERY CHOICE YOU MAKE AFFECTS WHAT YOU WILL READ and 2) THE GOAL OF THE GAME (or the story) IS TO //STAY ALIVE// ALL THE WAY THROUGH''
It was terribly dark at the time you arrived.
The kind where you only rely on muscle memory to keep your legs walking, you rely on the moon for light yet the clear forecast only makes the situation additionally creepy. You almost want it to be raining-- or something-- because then it would seem more like a movie. A movie with an ending.
''You don’t know your ending, that’s what makes it real life.''
Your father is sick and your older brother just //had// to take him to the closest healer to your house. So now you’re outside, behind the healer’s strange and eerie cottage picking flowers for some sketchy, but natural, elixir. It’s supposed to help, the healer is saying, but you’re just not sure, you always have been a skeptic.
Which makes the fact that Healer asked you of all people to go out and pick the “red and five petalled flower” that much more confusing.
[[Continue through the garden]]
id bet money that its because its the missing link in your life and you subconsiously want it in your life.
no dont fight with me, i know you do
[[Story: Start]] youre gross
[[Story: Start]] So you’re walking through the garden--not damp with dew or water because for some unsettling reason, it’s NOT raining-- and you spot the color you’re looking for. You realize very soon that you definitely should have asked more questions about what you’re looking for. There’s a brightly colored orange flower that has five petals but is definitely orange and not red. In a painful differentiation, a few feet away from the back door and the orange flowers, you have deep red ones but strangely enough you just don’t think they’re what you’re looking for either. The springy maple red of the flowers only gorgeously covers four petals on some flowers and three petals on others.
In the duration of the time it takes you to ponder the orange flowers and then the red ones, three mosquitoes hit three different places on your legs. You want to go back inside the cottage before you get completely devoured by the bugs. You must make the decision quickly.
[[Take a few of the five-petalled, orange flowers->Orange flower]]
[[Take a few of the three or four petalled, red flowers->Red flower]]
[[Take a few of both kinds of flowers->Both flowers]]>>>>>>>>>>>//nice job, you just made your first major decision, but will it be the right one?//<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
(set: $orangeFlower to true)
[[What happens next?]] >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>//that was your first major decision, youll have to see where it leads//<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
(set: $redFlower to true)
[[What happens next?]] >>>>>>>>>>//playing it safe, i see... youll just have to find out if that was the right move to make...//<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
(set: $bothFlowers to true)
[[What happens next?]] You reenter the quiet cottage through its squeaky, homely back door and find Healer in the kitchen, mortar and pestle in action already.
“Thank you for retrieving the flowers for me, this mixture will take just 24 hours to complete and I needed to get started right away.”
You want to interrupt the man by pointing out you aren’t entirely sure if you got correct flowers but he continues before you can say anything. “Just place them gently in that pot,” he vaguely gestures to the pot of boiling water sitting on the dated stove, “make sure they’re floating facing upwards.” He’s opening and closing cabinets, pulling out glass tupperware-- stopped with authentic corks-- of spices and goos that you’ve never seen before in your life. You momentarily forget the time period you’re living in. Catching your thoughts, you finally speak up.
“Listen, I-”
“We simply don’t have time for speaking, this specifically must be done within the next few seconds or I won’t be able to finish.”
[[Follow the healer's intructions.]]
[[“But the flowers, I’m just not sure if-”]]You very gently, trying your hardest to not let the water graze your fingers, place the delicate flowers on top of the water.
(if: $orangeFlower is true) [The bland orange petals float on the top of the angrily bubbling water. Nothing happens. The clattering of pots and corks suddenly stops in the Healer’s stead, so you look at him. He’s staring at the uneventful pot. “So, you must really care for your father to come to a natural healer rather than a hospital. I have a healthier practice but it can be rather finicky sometimes…”]
(if: $youIrritatedHealer and $orangeFlower is true)[“You’ve already paid for this treatment, correct?” You don’t actually know the answer to that because your brother is in control of the whole thing. If you were in control of this situation, your father would be in a hospital and nowhere near home."]
(if: $redFlower is true) [The beaming red petals seem to move with the surface of the water, turning thinner then breaking apart. A sour smell begins wafting through the air and into your nose. It burns and you have to turn away from the pot and take a few steps backward, “Oh god, is it supposed to smell like that?” Glancing at the top of the pot from afar, bubbles begin to erupt to the top.
Healer forcefully spins you around to face him. “Get out of the kitchen now, you are no longer helping.”]
(if: $bothFlowers is true) [It looks like an elegant fall bouquet, the way the colors bubble and dip and turn in the water. A sweet smell aviates through the air and you waft it toward your nose. It smells like spring and sweetness and nectar and… something else. Something you’ve never smelled before- something plainly unnatural-- and it’s exhilarating. Your heart beats faster as you stand still, staring at the flowers. The thought crosses your mind that you probably shouldn’t be feeling that way.]
(if: $bothFlowers is true) [[You proceed to panic]]
(if: $orangeFlower and $youIrritatedHealer is true)[["I don't know and I don't care."]]
(if: $orangeFlower is true)[["I’m not the one responsible for him."]]
(if: $redFlower is true) [[You exit to the patient’s room]]The distraught voice of Healer interrupts your sentence very firmly. “Omit speaking, we are running out of time.” You reluctantly walk over to the pot, wanting to spite the healer by walking slow but deciding against it.
[[Follow the healer's intructions.]]
(set: $youIrritatedHealer to true) The healer’s eyes widen and for a fraction of a second you think you see the light, a lantern hanging centrally in the kitchen, flicker. It could have been a trick of the eye but you can never be too sure when you’re in a healer’s house
“The potions that you requested are expensive and powerful and you will be paying for my labor if you decide to drop out on me now.” You, getting frustrated with the tone of Healer, squint at him.
“I just stopped by, I did not //request// any //potions//,” you exaggerate the vocabulary that he used in a way of making a point, “the only reason I came here was to see my sick father.” The healer shakes his head briefly and takes a glance back at the boiling pot and the other bowls and cups lying about. He’s probably planning to cancel the entire situation and force your brother to pay for labor, you think. He begins mixing some powders together and talks to you at the same time.
“Let me refresh your mind: you came here around seven hours ago, asked for two different-- high end, mind you-- potions; one for life and one for death. I set your father up with a place to rest for the time being, I prepped for and started one of your potions. You stepped into the kitchen hours later looking bored and vagrant, I sent you out to simply retrieve a-an ingredient and here you are, claiming you don’t know what’s going on.”
[[Play along]]
[[Tell who you really are]] You turn around from the boiling pot and see.. Well you’re not exactly sure what you’re seeing. The colors everywhere are just a little bit distorted, just enough for you to notice the shift in the atmosphere. You blink a few times, shake your head and there’s a- no- that’s not-
It’s definitely a large ostrich (the bird) standing in the kitchen, looking strangely daunting in the candle light. You rub your eyes and it doesn’t disappear but maybe shifts a little in its spot. It wears a normal looking apron around it’s front and thin rimmed glasses. Almost like the glasses that the healer was wearing just seconds ago. But that’s not the only thing that changed, no-
(if: $apostrophe is true) [Because real, three dimensional apostrophes start morphing down through the ceiling and floating down to the floor. You wonder what exactly the healer is trying to do by drugging you, because there’s no possible way that there really are apostrophes falling through time and space.]
(if: $romance is true) [Because you see small chocolate candies-- the kind you get in Valentine’s Day chocolate boxes-- appear to be floating around in the air of the kitchen. You wonder what exactly the healer is trying to do by drugging you, because there’s no possible way that there really are chocolates everywhere.]
(if: $notRomance is true) [Because there are human skulls hanging haphazardly from the ceiling in the kitchen by withered, frayed twine, low enough to bump the top of your head on. You wonder what exactly the healer is trying to do by drugging you, because there’s no possible way that there really are skulls hanging from the ceiling.]
Suddenly, the world begins to tilt under your feet and there’s a good chance you’ll fall over.
[[Reach for the nearest surface]]
[[Try to regain your balance yourself]] You mean for it to sound more gentle than the way it sounded actually coming out. You don’t plan on being on good terms with your father anytime soon.The healer very openly gives you a confused look and you give one back.
“Then who exactly brought the elder gentleman here if it wasn’t you?”
“It was my brother.” Healer’s eyes widen and his eyebrows go up. “I guess I can see your confusion, he may have neglected to mention that he has a twin brother. He may be older than me but he can sometimes be forgetful about words.” The healer glances at the wooden door that leads out of the kitchen and probably to where your father is staying.
“Yes… it seems he neglected to tell me a rather important bit of information…” Healer pauses in the midst of mixing up another concoction and exits to the room where your father is sleeping. You look toward the orange flowers, sitting in the boiling water. You wonder if anything changed because of it.
The healer enters the kitchen again looking jumpy, like the slightest noise could startle him and before you can ask if he’s alright, asks if you want a cup of tea.
[[Accept the tea-> Accept the tea]]
[[Decline the tea]] You exit to the patient’s room and see your father on the bed, seemingly asleep, your brother sitting in the chair in the corner, watching him. A campfire warms up the room nicely and supplies a calming orange light against the rest of the room. You wonder if there was a reason that the Healer rushed you out of the room so pointedly and you’re also curious as to if that was the correct flower. Judging by the reaction of Healer, it probably wasn’t.
“How’s this concoction coming along?” Your brother asks and you don’t want to lie to him but you also can’t find it in yourself to admit you got the wrong flower.
“It’s going well… probably. This healer, though.” You lower your voice before continuing, “I don’t know if he knows what he’s doing.” The neutral expression on your brother’s face becomes tense. “Some of the things he’s putting in that… treatment seem a little uncalled for.” You’ll admit you didn’t plan for a lie like that to come out but this gets you off the hook in case something bad happens. If your father dies, you will not be to blame in the least bit.
“You’re kidding right? This is for the health of our father, it can’t be wrong!” You shrug in response to your brother’s yelling. He storms out of the cosy room and into the kitchen, opening the door to aggressively for such a dated shack.
[[Follow your brother]]
[[Stay in the room]](if: $apostrophe is true) [Your left hand catches the nearest surface roughly but your balance comes back to you. You look at the floor, disregarding the apostrophes, and glance back up to reorientate yourself.]
(if: $romance is true) [Your left hand catches the nearest surface roughly but your balance comes back to you. You look at the floor, disregarding the chocolates, and glance back up to reorientate yourself.]
(if: $notRomance is true) [Your left hand catches the nearest surface roughly but your balance comes back to you. You look at the floor, ducking out of the way of the skulls, and glance back up to reorientate yourself.]
You finally notice that your hearing and your vision are becoming foggy when the ostrich trots out of the kitchen making the authentic sound of horseshoes padding the floor, a true trot, clear as day accompanied by high ringing in your ears. Except not completely, because you’re strikingly close to passing out.
Coming in from the door that the large bird left through, an average sized man comes into the kitchen. Well, maybe he’s a man, maybe he’s not, you can’t really tell because his entire figure is absent of light or color. It’s as if he’s a walking shadow. You realize you probably wouldn’t have even known he came into the room if you hadn’t been looking, he’s completely silent. Or maybe your hearing went out already, you’re just not sure of anything anymore. Even though he’s the same size as you, he’s incredibly intimidating.
You tilt your head to the side, he tilts his head to the mirroring side. You’re not dumb, so you blame the drugs for the three dimensional aspect and conclude that you’re probably just seeing your own shadow opposing the candle light. Your heart is beating incredibly rapidly for someone who’s simply looking at their own shadow.
You tilt your head to the other side. The shadow’s head doesn’t follow. Or turn or tilt or move or flinch. Your eyes widen as the shadow begins to move on its own, reaching over to the countertop where you placed your hand.
Then you’re on the floor. Somehow that’s the first thing you notice.
The searing pain comes a few seconds afterwards, on your arms and your chest and its burning, seriously burning. You feel as if you’re on fire. You realize you’ll probably not make it through this. You go limp on the floor and everything goes black.
[[Do you open your eyes again?]] You give it a good college try but you end up falling over onto the floor of the kitchen, losing sight of the ostrich. Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt at all; you’ve become numb. It’s actually nice not having to put all that effort into standing up, the floor is very relaxing even when the room still spins. You look up at the ceiling.
(if: $apostrophe is true) [An enormous apostrophe looks back at you, hanging just feet from your face.]
(if: $romance is true) [An enormous chocolate truffle looks back at you, hanging just feet from your face.]
(if: $notRomance is true) [An enormous, sooty human skull looks back at you, hanging just feet from your face.]
It laughs mockingly at you.
From the corner of your eye you spot someone coming into the room. An average sized man enters the kitchen. Well, maybe he’s a man, maybe he’s not, you can’t really tell because his entire figure is absent of light or color. It’s as if he’s a walking shadow. You realize you probably wouldn’t have even known he came into the room if you hadn’t been looking in that general direction, he’s completely silent. Or maybe your hearing went out already, you’re just not sure of anything anymore. Even though he’s roughly the same size as you, he’s incredibly intimidating.
He struts, in the most notable way that a blob of darkness can, over to the counter that you had just been standing by. He lifts an object off of it and then it gets too blurry for you to figure out what’s happening.
The searing pain comes a few seconds afterwards, on your arms and your chest and its burning, seriously burning. You feel as if you’re on fire. You realize you’ll probably not make it through this. You go limp on the floor and everything goes black.
[[Do you open your eyes again?]]unfortunately no, you just died
:(
[[ !!!! BREAKING NEWS !!!! ]]A man was arrested today after being pulled over for drunk driving when police found the bodies of two people in the trunk of his car and one in the passenger seat. Two of the three were his own family members, his father-- lying morbidly in the passenger seat of the car-- and his twin brother- scalded to death by fourth degree burns on most of his body. Both the twin and the last man-- a well-known naturopath-- had unidentified drugs in their system. That is what the autopsy assigned to be the cause of their passing at the moment. The man’s father is believed to have had brain cancer and that is what he passed from. The man will be doing life without parole for the blatant murder of two people.
2 weeks later
The man that had been arrested two weeks ago for the murder of two people was found dead in his cell yesterday. Minimal traces of the drugs found in the two bodies he was arrested was found in his system, and after further investigation, it was determined that the drugs were a natural poison. It was the combination of the chemicals in the pretty //Florus Oranginous// and the powerful and ''healing'' //Florus Scarlettus Rosa// flowers. The two breeds are counterparts and when in the perfect environment, the chemicals-- when forced together with vaporization-- form a natural poison that causes halucinations.
PSA: always remember to plant your red flowers and your orange flowers apart from each other because you never know when vaporization could submit the poison into existence.
END
(to go back and choose another flower, it the back arrow until you see a line of greater than signs and then hit the arrow one more time)
(set: $youLiedToHealer to true)
You pause for a moment, collecting thoughts. “Oh, yes!” You place your hand on your forehead as if to literally say it ‘slipped your mind’. “I remember now.” The healer nods understandingly, as if he’s been in the same situation before; he doesn’t seem very bright when it comes to understanding people. Your brother chooses that moment in time to strut into the kitchen and you see emotions flash through the healer’s eyes.
Your brother begins to speak before anyone can start to think anything about the situation. “Healer, I see you’ve finally met my brother. Have you finished the first potion- I mean remedy yet?”
You find it humorous, the purely confused look on the healer’s face. It makes sense because both you and your brother are in the same room and you don’t think the healer remembers the person he initially spoke to. Unfortunately, the healer isn’t as dense as you’d originally thought he was.
“You.” Suddenly the naturopath is looking you directly into the eye and you almost feel intimidated. “You’ve hardly been in my presence for a half of an hour and you’re already causing bad energy to come flooding into the house! You’ve done nothing but talk back and lie!” He storms out of the kitchen, leaving you and your brother together.
“How’s father?”
“How’s father? How do you think he is? He’s on his death bed. I’ve always known you were dense. Do you understand what you’ve just done? You’ve just angered the only person that can help father,” your face twists in confusion, “he probably can’t help me anymore either.”
You don’t understand. There was no ‘bad energy’ in the first place, and what other business proposal could your brother have made if it wasn’t just to help father get better?
You and your brother never got along and neither did you and your father. So it makes sense that when your father found out he had cancer, your brother was the first person he went to, not you. There's only so much you can do in a situation where you simply don't get along with another person. The bond broke further after that too, he didn't want to go back to the hospital--your brother didn't because he didn't-- and your opinion opposed their's.
Suddenly, the door behind you opens and it’s the healer.
He has a gun in his hand, just a modern pistol. Before you can process the stark contrast between the healer’s choice of gun and the ambiance of his home, he cocks the gun and points it in your direction. Your eyes go wide. The look in the healer’s eye doesn’t look outraged or insane in the least bit and it doesn’t make sense with the situation he’s just put the both of you in.
[[Threaten the healer]] “No, no, you have it entirely wrong, that was my twin brother who arrived here earlier with my father. I came by to make sure the situation was alright and I can never be sure when there are healers involved.” There seems to be a thought process going through the healer’s mind. The dimmed room is left in silence for what seems like minutes before the healer suddenly leaves without and explanation.
You are at a loss as to what to do standing in the kitchen. For the third time since you put them there, you gaze at the flowers. Something in the back of your mind tells you that even though they have no reaction, you probably picked the wrong flowers.
Suddenly, the door behind you opens and it’s the healer.
He has a gun in his hand, just a modern pistol. Before you can process the stark contrast between the healer’s choice of gun and the ambiance of his home, he cocks the gun and points it in your direction. Your eyes go wide. The look in the healer’s eye doesn’t look outraged or insane in the least bit and it doesn’t make sense with the situation he’s just put the both of you in.
[[Plead with the healer]]
[[Threaten the healer]]
You put your arms in the air, alarmed. “Please no I swear, I won’t-”
The gun goes off before you can think another thought. You close your eyes reflexively.
[[Do you open them again?]] You let adrenaline rush through your system, getting angrier by the second. “I swear, if you-”
The gun goes off before you can think another thought. You close your eyes reflexively.
[[Do you open them again?]]Nope.
better luck next time
[[ !!! BREAKING NEWS !!! ]] Breaking news: A retired doctor, present local healer was found guilty of a past murder. A hiker was out on her morning run when she spotted a body in the river. The rain patterns and mud tracks lead investigators to the naturopath’s house and he was arrested that same afternoon after the bullets found in the body’s skull matched that of the round shot from the gun found in the local earth doctor’s home, purchased under his name.
2 weeks later
It was found out that the body was the twin brother of one of the healer's previous customers. He is being questioned by authorities right now.
END
(to go back and choose another flower, it the back arrow until you see a line of greater than signs and then hit the arrow one more time)
(set: $youDeclinedTea to true)
"I don't think I'll have any." The healer starts shaking his head before he starts talking, and contines by insisting that you have a cup.
[[A c c e p t t h e t e a-> Accept the tea]](if: $youDeclinedTea is false)[“Yes thank you, tea would be nice.”]
Healer sets up a small tea kettle in the kitchen and gets out a mix of ground up roots and what looks like straight dirt. He uses the smallest measuring cup you’ve ever seen and places two scoops of it in each of your cups. The kettle starts whistling and in goes the water.
Surprisingly, the tea smells very nice and even when it’s burning hot the Healer takes a sip of his, almost beckoning you to do the same.
You wait.
“Ah, I’ll get us spoons to mix around the spices.” And then the healer disappears into the pantry. You look back between the two mugs, noting if there is a difference in smell or a difference in shade or anything that would mean you have something different in your tea than the healer. But right down to the ratio of bubbles at the surface, everything looks the same in the natural tea.
[[Switch the cups]]
[[Keep the cup you have]] You switch the cups with slight of hand, making little to no noise. The healer pops out from the walk-in pantry and places a spoon in the mug closest to you and then the one closest to him. He doesn’t look like he suspects anything happened so you take that as a good sign.
You decide to strike up a small conversation with him to make the tea time go by faster. “So, what kinds of things do you do as a healer other than make potions.” And Healer begins rattling off some random information about some customers that come to him looking for remedies for aches and pains or minor cases of the flu.
You notice something as time goes by and he’s talking.
Suddenly it gets difficult to pay attention to what the healer is saying and very quickly you feel yourself get drowsy, losing all of your energy. Your head bobbles and you’re trying your best to keep it held up. You grab the table in front of you, the tea swishes softly in their cups. You make one last eye contact with the healer before your eyes close shut. His face is only a little remorseful.
[[Will your eyes open again?]] The healer pops out from the walk-in pantry and places a spoon in the mug closest to you and then the one closest to him. He doesn’t look like he suspects anything happened so you take that as a good sign.
You decide to strike up a small conversation with him to make the tea time go by faster. “So, what kinds of things do you do as a healer other than make potions.” And Healer begins rattling off some random information about some customers that come to him looking for remedies for aches and pains or minor cases of the flu.
You notice something as time goes by and he’s talking.
Suddenly it gets difficult to pay attention to what the healer is saying and very quickly you feel yourself get drowsy, losing all of your energy. Your head bobbles and you’re trying your best to keep it held up. You grab the table in front of you, the tea swishes softly in their cups. You make one last eye contact with the healer before your eyes close shut. His face is only a little remorseful.
[[Will your eyes open again?]]Nada.
//thats sad// :(
[[ !! BREAKING NEWS !!]] A retired doctor, present local healer was found guilty a past murder. A hiker was out on her morning run when she spotted a body in the river. The rain patterns and mud tracks lead investigators to the naturopath’s house and he was arrested that same afternoon after detectives found traces of antifreeze in a teacup that connects to the DNA and fingerprints of the body. Details are still being gone over by the police.
2 weeks later
It was found out that the body was the twin brother of one of the healer's previous customers. He is being questioned by authorities right now.
END
(to go back and choose another flower, it the back arrow until you see a line of greater than signs and then hit the arrow one more time)
You catch the door as it was about to slam in your face and you step into the room after your brother. They’re arguing very loudly about business, about the potions and the money when you catch something. The healer said your brother made him into a hitman. How? You wonder who he was going to have the healer kill.
You knew your brother wasn’t close to anyone else other than your father, that was a given. But he also wasn’t a savage, barbaric person unless it came to what your father wanted or needed.
Your father had cancer, and the second you heard that you’d been trying to get him into the hospital, but he never listened and your brother never listened either.
The loud arguing around you abruptly stops with the healer stomping away into a different room than the kitchen. Your brother wears a sour face.
Suddenly the healer comes back in, gun in hand and pointing it at your brother.
You put your arms up to surrender for him. You start trying to mediate.Shockingly enough, the healer easily turns the barrel toward you and before you can say another word, he shoots. You close your eyes reflexively.
[[Do you open them again?]] You stand in the room, gazing at the grayed features on your father’s face. You would probably feel worse about the situation had you three been closer. It seems to you, however, that your brother and father got together with each other better than you and either of them could ever have. You’re different people from each other and you just have to understand there’s not much you can do if you can’t get along.
You hope it’ll be different in the future.
You sit down in the chair that you brother had been sitting in and relax, the fire really setting the scene. You feel sleep overtake you and you close your eyes, losing the fight against them.
[[Do you get to open them again?]] Yes you do. It was a simple nap, after all. You blame it on how the light fire-- that has since died down from when you went to sleep-- casts a gentle light around the small dark room, effectively putting you to bed. But when you look around the room, you become more frightened than you’ve ever been in your entire life. For the reason you woke up wasn’t because the fire died down nor was it because you reached the natural end of a nap. No- no there was a hand wrapped around your ankle, that’s why.
It’s the hand of the healer. The mangled healer. He’s completely covered with burns, terrible burns all on himself but it looks like his body has already started healing itself, somehow. It really shouldn’t have healed at the rate that it did. He appears to be dead anyway, he’s not moving at all and he’s not breathing either.
You stand up, step over the gory body of the healer and over to your father. You carefully nudge his body and he doesn’t move at all. You put your hand over his heart and something absolutely strange happens. You guess it’s because you’ve never been in this situation before: gone to check someone’s heartbeat and it just not be there at all. An intense shiver wracks your body. The healer is dead and your father is dead and-
You recall the last time you saw him had been before you slept when he stormed into the kitchen, probably looking for the healer to yell at. The calm fire in the room becomes strikingly ominous. You slowly and quietly step into the kitchen, almost as if you’d disturb the dead, and look around. Reluctantly, you find your brother.
Yeah you definitely found him. Dead. On the floor. With a gunshot in his head.
What happened? You hadn’t been asleep for that long, it’s still dark out.
You must judge the situation and make your decision quickly.
[[Leave the house]]
[[Call the police]]
[[Set the house on fire]] You make the executive decision to leave cottage before you get any fingerprints. If you’re far enough away by the time someone discovers the house, they’ll never be able to tie that you were there at all. You run out of the house, adrenaline pumping and pumping. When you reach for the door handle of your car, you notice your hand is shaking. You decide to go anyways.
The healer’s house is pretty much in the woods, so you’re zipping around corners on the dirt road, sliding left and right.
One left turn was a lot sharper than you were expecting it to be. One second you’re uncontrollably flying towards a tree and then next you close your eyes, bracing for impact.
[[Do your eyes open after that?]]You make the executive decision to call the police. It’ll be the best thing to do, the most responsible and once they see you have no gun in your hand, no fire or boiling water that could have caused those burns on the healer, you’ll be off the hook.
You reach for your cell phone in your back pocket, thankful that is was still there. You dial them and explain that you woke up and everyone was dead.
“Okay sir, take a deep breath, where exactly are you? Do you have a location?”
You curse yourself for not remembering what you typed into you GPS. It feels like it’s at the tip of your tongue but you can’t say it. You get frustrated when the responder says, “Sir?” almost as if you were going to leave.
“I-I don’t know! Can’t you look up where my cell phone is or something? I can’t remember!”
“Okay okay, calm down, sir, we’re doing all we can at the moment.” You really don’t want them to think that you’re the one that murdered the people so you start to wonder: am I being dramatic enough? If someone else saw what I saw would they be reacting as angry as I am? Or more sad? You doubt that you are so you decide to amp it up.
“You must do more! I am sitting here around these people dead and ROTTING and you’re asking me the address? What do you think this is? A house party? A harmless get together? You have to get here now!” The police slowly responds with more requests to calm down and you keep playing it up. You’ve never lied so much to one person, you think. And then you freeze. You’ve never lied so much? This is the police, you can’t lie to them, it’s gonna get you in more trouble. You stop talking to the responder and just cry for ten seconds.
Whining, you say something like, “I just really don’t want you to think that I’m the one that killed them..”
“W-we won’t think you did anything wrong if you’re honest with us.”
In an unprovoked wave of honesty, you say, “I haven’t been telling the truth about anything.” and then, more fittingly, you hang up. It turned out that calling the police only made you more crazy and did not help at all.
You run to your car, panicking at the realization of what just happened and you step on it. The healer’s house is pretty much in the woods, so you’re zipping around corners on the dirt road, sliding left and right.
One left turn was a lot sharper than you were expecting it to be. One second you’re uncontrollably flying towards a tree and then next you close your eyes, bracing for impact.
[[Do your eyes open after that?]]
You make the executive decision in your mind to set the house on fire. No house means no bodies means nothing happened. You know that if they see this scene they’ll probably think you did everything even if you insist. It’s their job. If there’s no house, they’ll have nothing to question.
You go find a flashlight in the pantry and go to the small shed you saw earlier out in the garden. It wasn’t locked so you walk in and find a can of gasoline. You trudge back into the house holding it in your hands. With the cap off, you solemnly pour it through the kitchen and the place where your father was lying. You drag a line of it out the front door and then throw the rest of it back into the house. Unluckily, a little bit of it splashes back and lands on your shoes when you threw the can and it hit the floor.
You don’t worry about it, you’ll stand back far enough not to catch fire. You pull the box of matches you found in the pantry out and light one. Looking at the match lit in your hand, you finally take notice of the fact that you’re shaking. You put it off as the adrenaline from the situation.
[[-Throw the match]]
[[-Hold the match]]maybe if you were a professional car driver.
but youre not
so no
[[ ! ! BREAKING NEWS ! ! ]] A car was found crashed on the side of the road last night, the driver killed in the crash. The crash was said to happen approximately two weeks before it was found. The road had been windy and secluded, that’s why no one had been able to see and report it more recently. The turn that the car went off of was fairly sharp but it’s also a good reminder to always go slower on dirt roads because of the minimal amount of traction. This particular accident was far too violent to be going simply ten or fifteen over the speed limit. The identity of the man is still being sought after.
2 weeks after
Authorites think there may be a connection between the car accident that happened two weeks ago and the most recent investigation underway. A house with three bodies inside were found this more by a jogger when she smelled something rotting all the way from the street. Police assisted and found that her neighbor and two other people were there, dead: one shot, one burned to death and one that most likely died in his sleep. The investigation is on-going.
END
(to go back and choose another flower, it the back arrow until you see a line of greater than signs and then hit the arrow one more time)
It lands in the middle of the line of gas that you made out the door. The lit fire shoots into the house and you can see the beginnings of it burning when-
You feel your feet start to hurt. You look down.
Your shoes are on fire, you’ve underestimated how long that line of gasoline was. The fire begins to catch on your clothing and you’re burning and there’s nothing you can really do to stop it. Your eyes reflexively squeeze closed at the amount of pain you’re experiencing.
[[Do you open your eyes?]] You watch it burn for a second in your fingertips. Now that you are still, you can tell how much you're truly shaking. You turn away from the line of gasoline and throw it directly into a pile of dirt. You lift you foot to officially burn it out but the flame is gone before you can.
You realize moments after that had you tried to stamp it out with your shoe, you would have caught fire and probably not made it.
It was a good choice to hold the match, the situation could have gotten really out of hand.
You ungainly walk over to the hood of your car and sit down on it, taking the weight off your legs. You look up at the sky for a moment and take a breath.
You close your eyes.
[[Do they open after that?]]nope
mais oui, c'est grave, non?
[[ !! !BREAKING NEWS! !! ]] A failed arsonist was found dead today at the scene of a house burned down into ashes. Although the scene is tragic, the man seemed to have got his karma-- this was hypothesized by the investigators after the initial overview of the scene of the crime. The house that was burned down belonged to a naturopath, retired doctor, so authorities conclude if was most likely one of the customers of said healer.
END
(to go back and choose another flower, it the back arrow until you see a line of greater than signs and then hit the arrow one more time)
Of course they do, you just needed a simple breather, is all.
//congrats, you made it//
[[!! !BREAKING NEWS! !!]] Police find a murder scene ''years'' after the actual crime. It was the house of a healer who suddenly went out of business a two years ago after his normal customers reported he, "wasn't returning their calls" when in fact, it was hypothesized he was actually dead the whole time. The murder scene contains three people dead who were all found by the healer's neighbor whos stopped by to ask him something.
The reason they had been found years after the actual murder was because the criminal covered the bodies and the house in gasoline, effectively masking the rotting smell from the surrounding area. Because of the passage of time, any helpful pieces of DNA or fingerprints would be covered in dust and no longer able to be used.
NICE JOB!
END