Play with fire and you'll get burnt

Submitted into Contest #85 in response to: Start your story with the line, “That’s the thing about this city…”... view prompt

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Crime Mystery


Prologue

Thats the thing about this city no one know what is going to happen and when, its always one crime after another after another it never stops its like the domino affect one falls down triggering all the others to fall down after it.

Yes… fire is my friend” the rough demonic voice growled. The boy flipped round tears glistening in his eyes, the shadows crawled across the floor willing to suck him in. Gritting his teeth, his hands clawed at his scruffy hair, trying to get the voice out of his head but there was no voice in his head, then thump something hit his back forcing him to the ground, a tear dribbled down his cheek and hit the floor. “whyyyyyy” he screamed his voice cracking halfway through, his nose wet with blood, deep black blood, it was snaking along his skin and dropping on to the floor forming a pool around his knees. He looked into the mirror-like blood and saw it, saw a figure standing behind him, it was made of black smoke two red eyes bulging at the sight of the boy, mouth wide with a grin this was no human. Was it?



Chapter 1



1 WEEK LATER


The blood-stained door to the basement opened with a creak, everyone working inside stopped to look up then started their work again. A blanket covered a bodily figure in the middle of the floor, cones with numbers from 1 to 10, what looked like were scattered in a random order but were not, were placed across the floor, blood-covered parts of the ground and walls, some parts of the wallpaper were ripped in three bloody slits. The people in blue-tinted white forensic suits were now clearing the room leaving only me and the body unattended.

I started looking around trying to unravel what happened, I walked over to the body and my curiosity took over me, I bent down and lifted a corner of the white sheet. As soon as I touched it, I heard someone whisper in my ear “yes… I played with fire”. I jumped round to find nobody there and the door suddenly opened brushing my thoughts away at the same time and head CEO Johnny Toffin walked in.

This man isn’t a man you want to mess with he has a lanky body and a coffin-like face, pale as a ghost he tilted his head down towards me so I jumped up immediately and said: “double OH nine reporting for…” “at ease agent” he replies cutting me off. He walks over to the body, I pull out my note pad ready to note down everything he says. “boy age 14 was murdered evidence says it was some kind of knife but we are not sure just yet, he also has 3rd-degree burns on his left arm and a burn on his back. By the dryness of the blood the killing happened a week ago at O two hundred, we need a clean-up team and a second forensic team here ASAP got that nine”? “oh…uh…mm yes sir” I finally managed to spit out “I’ll get that clean-up service for you right away” I added “good and tell them to bag the evidence” “yes sir’ and with a flick of his skinny hand, he said, “dismissed”.

I left the room in a flurry. Rustling through my papers in my satchel trying to get my phone I finally found it and called up the clean up the service.


0500 hours


Westminster park


Whitehall rooftop


I have been assigned as a marksman with a snow wolf suppressed sniper to protect the prime minister as we have suspicions of a terrorist attack. Today is the prime minister’s election and we have intel of an assault focused on him before the election finishes. I zoom in on to the prime minister and look at his fake smile, I zoom in a bit more now I can see the sweat dripping off his fore forehead. He pulls out a hanky and

wipes it away.

I put my sniper down, take out my bino’s and survey the area. I start with the rooftop and as soon as I look across to the opposing roof, I see a dark black figure standing there, he is staring down at the prime minister but I can’t make out any of his features except for the man like broad shoulders hunched over. I pull out my radio and as soon as I press down on the call button the person’s head shoots up like he heard the static noise. Now I can see its red eyes, but no mouth was visible and just like that, it read my mind, it smiled a wide grin with teeth wide and sharp then it walks and steps off the roof and disappears into a puff of black smoke.

I quickly carry on with what I was about to do and press down once again on the radio button and shout through my mic “black figure standing on the rooftop opposite me, red eyes probably a mask or fitted in the headset, just disappeared off the edge of the roof suspect did not have any weapons keep your eyes peeled I will keep a lock on the prime minister and anyone in a

10-metre radius”! at that moment I heard a whisper in my ear “play with fire and you will get burnt”.

I expect the prime minister heard it too because he whipped his head round to where the figure was standing on the roof a minute ago. I saw him gulp a tear trickled from his eye then again, the figure, walking behind the prime minister and his bodyguards, I shouted into my radio earpiece and said “the same figure 15 meters behind the prime minister do not engage until I say, otherwise someone will get hurt. Surround the prime minister and hold up your weapons to show that the person is a threat”!

Just at that moment the head of the person lit on black flames its grin grew from eye to eye it bent forward and ran, it ran so fast it was a blur I shouted through my headset “ENGAGE”! and bullets licked through the air but none hit flesh they just went through leaving a void of smoke which closed up a second later. My mouth dropped open as the thing ran its hand through the prime minister’s chest, pushing his heart out the other side. The prime minister dropped to his knees dead his heart now resting in his hand’s tears spilling from his eyes, blood sloshing out of him like a waterfall then again like in the basement 2 days ago I heard someone say “yes… I played with fire” but this time it sounded like an older man.


0800 hours


Mi6 underground bunkers


The grey walls of the bunker feel like they are closing in on me, this isn’t the first time I have been down here, every time I have, I’ve got the same feeling like the walls are surrounding me. We only come down here when something bad has happened or we have someone to interrogate. This time I’m not sure why it is but I presume it’s about what happened to the prime minister a few hours ago. I walk down the plain corridors looking for the right room.

In this maze there are no doors or windows just walls, I stumble upon a room which looked like a top security prison two guards

PLAY WITH FIRE AND YOU’LL GET BURNT

were standing outside the door I walk in but the guards push me back aggressively forcing me to wince ‘ugh stupid people do you know who I am’ the guards did not turn to look at me or say anything they kept their attention and eyes on the wall opposite like someone would if they were playing a video game. I pulled out my card and shoved it in the man’s face to show my power.

He saluted and said “sorry nine” I strenuously pulled the man’s card off his neck and shout “next time you better know who I am Steven” I kiss my teeth and walk on into the room I see a deranged man sitting on the floor in the middle of a star symbol inside a circle. Chalk on his face, he was mumbling some words but I couldn’t make out most of them it sounded like he was having a convocation with someone but I could only hear one side “hath the called me to…. why who is this man… never” at that last part his head shot up and I saw a flick of a figure standing behind him but I rubbed my eyes and it was gone I brushed it to the back of my head thinking it was a trick of the lights.

I walk closer to the man surveying my surroundings when out of nowhere he exclaims ‘no stay away don’t come near me’ he shouted in a rough but squeaky voice, I walk closer and he started to strangle himself harder and harder his face grew redder and redder I shouted for the guards but It turns out the door was closed I never remember closing it then a voice spoke and a figure appeared in front of me the same figure that was at the election I walk back tripped and fell on to the ground and standing over me was the man he had strangulation marks all over his neck and red eyes that looked like they would pop out any second he whispered “thank you HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA” his deranged laugh got into my head and felt like it was piercing into my skull I curl up into a ball and realise that the cell the man was in had not been unlocked and the star on the floor was lit on flames.

The figure in front of me whispered in a demonic voice that sounded to echo off the walls and be in different directions one second it was so near then so far but the figure was in the same place “come, come play with me HAHAAHAHAH PLAY WITH FIRE AND YOU WILL GET BURNT” just at that moment the door burst open and the demon-like figure ran towards me then disappeared into a puff of black smoke an immense amount of pain shot through my arm, I grabbed it then took my hand away slowly and saw blood. The man was back in his cell sitting crossed legged with a big smile dancing from ear to ear but his eyes were closed, the guards rushed in and said ‘you ok nine you started shouting so we bust open the door.

I got up, but slipped down again and hit the floor. My vision went black the last thing I remember was the two agents bending over shouting “nine, nine can you hear me nineeee”!


Chapter 2


Location: unknown


Hospital bed


I woke up sweat dripping off my head the rough sheets of the hospital bed i was lying on rubbed against my skin, people were pushing me really fast through the crowed, beeps wear bouncing off the walls and landing in my ears. There was a heart rate monitor next to me, I assume that was where the noise was coming from. My brain was working really slow, it felt like cogs were turning in my head, now I could hear the cogs crunching and clanging. I wondered why all this was happening, the heart rate monitors the pounding head, just because of a scratch on my arm.

I got up but someone pushed me back down I got up again brushing the hand away my teeth grinding with anger, I rolled of the bed landing on my arm, I growled with the pain but I took it in, then someone shouted “James you are not in any state to go right now” who was James I thought, I jumped up stumbling side to side like I was drunk I picked up my pace slowly but stumbled now and then, what drugs had they put


in me, I had to fight them, my eyes were slowly closing I ran to a vending machine took off my coat put it over my elbow and out of no were I flicked my arm straight at it, it exploded into a shower of glass, I ran my hand in and grabbed a monster energy drink, crushed it and engulfed the slimy liquid.

It burnt the back of my throat, I don’t know where this strength came from, I was shocked. I looked at my hand a piece of metal was sticking out of my thumb how did I not feel this I pulled it out squinting my eyes ready for the pain, but none came. Then this feeling from my stomach arose like a beast waking up it rose up to my, head and flowed all through my body, giving me strength but with this came with anger. I slammed my fist down into the side of the vending machine forcing a large hole to form bigger than I expected. Then under the control of a powerful but anonymous force I ran down a hallway, up ahead was a window “oh no” I said to my self.

I was going to jump I tried to stop what ever this power was that swamp over me I took a deep breath and my feet left the ground, arms outstretched in a cross like shape then smash a downpour of glass hit every part of my body then my legs shot up I could feel the wind against my face i knew what i was going to do before i did it this was all so confusing I twisted in a 180 motion now falling with my back facing the ground I was still moving forward then smash again through another window and i landed in a roll. “leap of faith” I just said it aloud it came out of nowhere “that’s the move I just did ha oh my god” i now had full control over my body.


March 15, 2021 10:17

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03:18 Mar 25, 2021

Blogger starts earnestly but the rest is confusing. Why a prolog? Why chapters?The title given seems to drive the blogger, not the prompt. Blog is confusing. Words like 'affect' 'calls up the clean up the service' 'that swamp over me' show knowledge of English should improve. Blogger must concentrate on what the prompt needs. CRITIQUE CIRCLE

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Ms Clare Farmer
16:09 Mar 26, 2021

He is only 13 years old!?

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16:21 Mar 26, 2021

Thanks. Regards.

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