Flowers deserve to be depressed. (tag: Garrett)

[patricia1]

“Car, car, car, car, car,” Abel whispered to himself, counting the vehicles passing his spot on the sidewalk. He was lying on the sidewalk on his stomach, under his folding chair, watching the people and cars passing by. Why were they there? Didn’t everybody know that this was Abel's world should be controlled by him!? Abel cackled, frightening some people walking past him.

Abel rolled onto his back, smiling so widely that it looked like strings were pulling his cheeks toward his ears. He looked up at the tall buildings, inwardly cursing the metal structures that towered over the earth. Abel looked around him, observing his always-moving his surroundings. There were small weeds beginning to grow in the cracks on the sidewalks – there was never enough snow to stop them from budding.

“STOP STOP! You stupid, stupid little weeds. WHY DON’T Y’ALL JUST GO AWAY AND BE EATEN BY PEOPLE’S FEET WHEN THEY WALK ON YOUR FACES!?” Abel widened his eyes and growled at the weeds, cackling maniacally. Those revolting, ugly weeds rankled him incalculably. “I’m sorry. No. Stop. I ain’t sorry. JUST DON’T COME BACK, AND I WON’T HURT YOU.” Abel was livid. He had lied to the poor weeds – Abel really would hurt them, but they deserved it! He pulled the happy little weeds out of the ground and stuffed them in his mouth.

Standing up, Abel stretched his fingers and started walking down the road as the sun began to set behind the skyscrapers. He passed the wretched flower room and gagged. Those dang stupid, stupid dang flowers. Abel quickly darted back to his boxes and pulled out a can of grey spray paint, stolen from some teenage thugs he had mugged the other day. Scampering back to the empty store, he snuck in through the door and hid behind a bucket of smelly flowers. Looking around, Abel decided that he was alone in the room.

Abel shook the can of spray paint and quickly stood up in front of the numerous pots of flowers. He aimed at the ugly, stinky, pink flowers with the paint can and pressed down on the nozzle. Abel hooted with laughter, but quickly covered his mouth. In case anyone was here, he didn’t want to be discovered. Smiling evilly, Abel sprayed all the flowers in the area until they were no longer pink, green, and all of those other disgustingly hopeful colors, but a dark, depressing grey. These flowers and the people that sold them deserved to have some hatred in their lives.

[GARRETT BEARE]

Garrett was hard at work in the dark recesses of the store. Sure, it was nearing midnight and SURE, no decent human would ever spend time in a flower shop in the dead of night, especially when said store was closed and every light in the place was off save the soft glow from a computer monitor, but he KNEW that he needed to do this. Money had been vanishing straight out from the pockets of the shop recently, and if he didn't put an end to this then there was a possibility that he would never be promoted out from this hell-hole of a job. Sure, he was always surrounded by the loveliest of roses, but if he didn't always have the possibility of being away from the idiots and freaks that worked for him he would have killed himself AGES ago.

No amount of flowers could compensate for pure and simple stupidity.

Scanning through each and every one of the sales since October, he tried to account for the lack of flowers in stock and the amount of money coming in to the company. This was wrong. SOMEONE was stealing money or flowers and he swore he WOULD find out who it was.

A sharp and loud peal of laughter caught Garrett's attention. What the HELL was that? Oh hot damn, if someone was stupid enough to think that they could steal from HIS store they were sadly mistaken.

Getting to his feet, he felt around under the desk for the large metal bat he always kept handy. Hell, it was a necessity if you worked in the city, for moments JUST like this.

Stepping into the fron of the store, he couldn't see anyone, but he KNEW that there was someone here. He just saw the flowers softly lit by the moonlight, all black and white in the darkness, but sometimes softly lit by a passing car so that he could see their soft and beautiful pet-

HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH THEM?

A soft sound of something being shook and spraye somewhere in the store.

Garrett swung the bat, testing it.

" OKAY, JACKASS, WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU BETTER COME ON OUT SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" He yelled, unable to contain himself. Sure, he had lost the element of surprise, but he WOULD find out what this was.

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"OKAY, JACKASS, WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU BETTER COME ON OUT SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

Something was screaming very loudly from the back of the store and it sounded very, very, very angry. It must be the flowers. Those stupid flowers – how could they ever hurt him!? It’s not like they had ever been able to walk very far. Abel continued spraying the grey paint on the flowers, systematically walking sideways as he sprayed. Suddenly, he came upon a very large, ugly flower. It didn’t actually look much like a flower – it was too fat, and it had no leaves on its head – only fur. Also, this flower seemed to be moving quite a lot. This must have been the one that was yelling at him.

“Hello! Hello! Hello stupid flower. Why did you grow so not small? Was you the one screaming at me?” Abel cackled, still spray-painting the huge flower. Oh! This flower was not a flower anymore – it was a person. This flower was a man. Abel was painting a man grey!

“HAHAHAHAHA!! Hello sir, I thought you is a flower. Why do you have a metal stick in your hand?” Abel jumped up and down, laughing as he spoke to the angry, angry, angry man. Abel dropped the can of paint and reached for the metal stick. Abel tried to grab it out of the man’s hand, but he was strong.

“Oh! You are trying to hurt me with this metal stick! Poor, poor man. You do not realize how mighty I is! Sir, I am sorry but I must not be hurt because I am stronger than you and you are not allowed to hurt me because I am stronger than you.” Abel continued jumping up and down, then started running around the store. He hid behind a bucket of flowers in the corner, hoping the man would not find him. Abel had lied to the man – he was not actually as mighty strong as he said he was. But the flower-man probably believed him. Abel had tried to intimidate the flower-man by telling him about his intense strength. He jumped up towards the ceiling, looking at the flower-man and screeched.

[GARRETT BEARE]

Then He Turns out the Light

Looks Into the Mirror

"Show me the World! Show me the World!"

A Lorry Full of Dynamite

Led By Will to Suicide

And Murder, And Murder, And Murder...

Garrett's eyes scanned up and down the dark room. Jesus Christ, it was like some kiind of horror movie. He was here, in the middle of the fucking night, with only a baseball bat to beat the shit out of whoever the fuck had thought it would be funny to break into a flower store. They probably thought it was just gonna be some little old lady fast asleep in her bed at this hour of the night.

They had another thing coming.

“Hello! Hello! Hello stupid flower. Why did you grow so not small? Was you the one screaming at me?”

Before Garrett could process what was going on, he had a stream of spray paint being blasted at his body from some unknown source. Just as quickly as the creepily random person popped up, they were gone again.

What. The. FUCK?

“HAHAHAHAHA!! Hello sir, I thought you is a flower. Why do you have a metal stick in your hand?”

Garrett suddenly felt a tugging on the bat. Oh, FUCK no. This bastard wouldn't be getting Garrett's only form of defense away from him that easily. Grip tightening, Garrett relished the thought that pretty soon the only place that bat would be going was straight into the skull of this psychotic asshole.

Wresting the bat from whatever the hell other hand had tried to rip it away from him, Garrett swung blindly out into the darkness, meeting only air.

“Oh! You are trying to hurt me with this metal stick! Poor, poor man. You do not realize how mighty I is! Sir, I am sorry but I must not be hurt because I am stronger than you and you are not allowed to hurt me because I am stronger than you.”

Garrett was starting to get really pissed off by this random voice, seemingly unattached to any body. He was also getting reaaaal tired of this cat and mouse thing. He just wanted to find this guy and slam his face into the cold concrete.

" WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He yelled, loud enough to be heard anywhere in the store as he took another wild swing that ended with the sickening crash of breaking pottery.

Jesus. Christ. Not one of his roses! This bastard was going down.

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Abel gave a yelp as the ceramic pot he had been hiding behind was smashed to bits by the metal bat in the hands of the angry man. OUCH. What? What? Why was his hand hurting. He clutched his wrist, straining his eyes to see what was wrong with his hand that, for some reason, had exploded with pain when pieces of the ceramic pot came flying at him.

Why was his hand wet!? WHAT WAS THIS MADNESS? He screamed, wailing in pain. His hand was dead. His hand had exploded. His hand was on fire. No. WHAT? He stood up from behind the broken pot, sobbing, and stumbled across the room to where the man stood with the bat. He held his hand up to the man, letting go of the can of spray paint in his other hand, tossing it across the room.

"HELP. HELP. HELP. HELP. ITS HURTING ME." Abel forgot all about keeping up his powerful, strong, mighty appearance and screamed in pain. He didn't even know what was happening! His hand felt so bad, so bad, so bad, and there was wet liquid dripping out of it. It stung.

"Fix it, sir. Please, fix me." He'd just about given up on making this man think he was the most powerful thing on earth. All Abel wanted now was for this pain to stop.

{{NOTE: sorry it's short, i just needed to get it done }}

[GARRETT BEARE]

Garrett was starting to regret not turning on the lights when he had the chance. Fuck element of surprise, not being able to see anything in the store except for what was occasionally lit up from a passing car's headlights was not helpful in the least.

Damnit. It was too late to go back and flip the switch. If he let his guard down for a second that fuckin' freak could come running through and do who knows what to the rest of his flowers. or worse, he could get away.

Just the thought of that freak getting away before Garrett could get his hands on him made it all the more imperative to catch this fucker, lights be damned. He walked quickly through the score, eyes scanning everything he passed for any sign of movement or a shadow where there shouldn't be one.

"HELP. HELP. HELP. HELP. ITS HURTING ME."

Garrett's head snapped to the side, looking for the source of the screams. Jesus Christ, what happened? If that fucker was dying he was NOT going through the whole legal process of explaining the situation. Jesus Christ, he didn't have TIME to go to jail! How the fuck would father ever let him get the promotion then?!?

Practically running through the dark shadows of pots and blossoms, he took longer than he would have liked to find the slumped, heaving body crumpled on the floor. It barely registered with him that he would have lost the freak if he hadn't screamed out. he had been walking in the exact opposite direction.

"Fix it, sir. Please, fix me."

In the dark it took Garrett a minute to see the blood. He still couldn't see the face of the creepy kid that had managed to break in, but he knew that if he didn't get him out of there the police would be showing up at any minute. Working in a classy part of town had the downside of having numerous, antsy other business owners that wouldn't hesitate to call the cops if they heard screams of pain at ungodly hours of the night.

Picking up the now bleeding creep in a fireman's carry he quickly looked around and intently listened for any approaching sirens. then, he made his way as fast as he could to the back door. he had to get this freak back on the streets.

"Try anything and I will strangle you to death before dropping you like a rock on the streets." He grunted before kicking open the back door and stepping into the dark alleyway.