MilleniumGirl: Hi there! This is another of my horror fanfics, so... Yeah,
it's kind of a weird subject, but let's just say I have a big scratch that
I got from a rosebush today and I'm not feeling very friendly toward the
bush.
Seto: It's just a stupid bush...
MG: SHHHH, it'll hear you!!!
Mokuba: ...?
MG: Well anyway, this first chapter is kinda like a prologue, so none of the Yu-gi-oh characters really show up, but they will in the other chapters.
Seto: She doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, by the way.
MG: ONWARD, TROOPS! To the story! MARCH!
Mokuba and Seto: --U
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One day, thirty years ago, a man named George went to a plant sale and purchased a lovely little rosebush. The plant was healthy and had beautiful white flowers, numerous and large. George decided to buy the rosebush for his wife, who, like himself, loved to garden. The rosebush would make a lovely addition to the wonderful garden these two had created together.
Or so he thought.
His wife was very pleased and immediately planted the bush. She took good care of it, too, watering it and fertilizing it. The bush grew to a tremendous size in a small amount of time. It seemed to thrive best under George and his wife's care.
Soon, there was a storm. Raging winds toppled trees and powerlines. Rain came down like bullets. Thunder clapped. George was horrified to see that two of his trees and the rosebush had been struck by lightning. He hated to see anything in his garden killed, and would not be very happy the next day when he had to uproot the dead plants.
But the rosebush was still alive. George and his wife were shocked to find the rosebush healthy and blooming, whereas the two trees were blackened and wilting. They shrugged it off and continued with their lives. But they didn't know what the lightning had done. George's wife would never know.
One day late in summer, George's wife pointed out that the rosebush was getting a bit big. George agreed, and his wife went to clip it down a little. When she came back, she was covered in scratches. She smiled and said that the rosebush had put up a bit of a resistance. It was like it knew what she was doing.
They laughed.
About a year later, the wife wished to redo the backyard landscaping completely. She said it was time for change, and George agreed. She suggested they cut down the rosebush. It was beautiful, but it was taking up way too much space. George didn't want to see the bush go, but he knew that there could be more beautiful things in its place. He sent his wife out with the hedge clippers to uproot the old bush.
When he came into the backyard ten minutes later, his wife was lying dead on the ground.
The doctor said she had bled to death. Her body was covered in small pinpricks, and the doctor suggested that she might have fallen into a very large rosebush.
George got home later that day and destroyed the bush. Every time a tear fell he hacked at it mercilessly. Petals flew everywhere. This was not how he wanted it to end. George threw the brambles of what was left of the bush over the fence and went inside the house.
The next day, when several relatives had come over to comfort George, he went into his backyard bad discovered the bush had grown back. He was shocked, and took a weedwhacker to it, watching it shred and die on his lawn. He smiled, then threw the brambles in the neighbor's yard.
It came back. Again. And again. Each time George would find the rosebush, large and blooming, in the same place in his yard. He set fire to it. He poisoned it. He stabbed its roots over and over until nothing was left but a green mess. But each time it came back, getting more ruthless every time he killed it. It grew more wildly. The limbs became very thick and hard to penetrate. The roots choked up all the other flowers in the garden until there was nothing left alive but the rosebush. The spikes, one of the less attractive parts on any rosebush, became the size of a finger.
And the blossoms were not white anymore. In fact, every time the damned bush grew back, the roses got a shade darker. By this point, they were a blood red color. The site of the bush filled George with dread.
He had to get rid of it. Get rid of it for good. So George replanted the entire thing in a large pot and drove to town, where he spotted an open market type gathering. He parked his truck and set up the rosebush.
For free, he told passerby. Take it. Please.
Right before George thought all hope was lost, he saw two men coming towards him. One was a happy teenager; the other, a dangerous looking man with his arms folded across his chest. They both had long white hair.
George looked to his burden, and then at the men.
Ryou Bakura was going to buy the rosebush.
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MG: Not much yet... It was short because I didn't have a lot to say for this first part.
Seto: Haha, Bakura has to buy the rosebush...
Bakura: Technically, I don't have to, but I think it's pretty.
Seto: Yeah, well, I didn't "have to" go on a zombie plane either, so...
MG: Please review!!!!
Seto: It's just a stupid bush...
MG: SHHHH, it'll hear you!!!
Mokuba: ...?
MG: Well anyway, this first chapter is kinda like a prologue, so none of the Yu-gi-oh characters really show up, but they will in the other chapters.
Seto: She doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, by the way.
MG: ONWARD, TROOPS! To the story! MARCH!
Mokuba and Seto: --U
.::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::.
One day, thirty years ago, a man named George went to a plant sale and purchased a lovely little rosebush. The plant was healthy and had beautiful white flowers, numerous and large. George decided to buy the rosebush for his wife, who, like himself, loved to garden. The rosebush would make a lovely addition to the wonderful garden these two had created together.
Or so he thought.
His wife was very pleased and immediately planted the bush. She took good care of it, too, watering it and fertilizing it. The bush grew to a tremendous size in a small amount of time. It seemed to thrive best under George and his wife's care.
Soon, there was a storm. Raging winds toppled trees and powerlines. Rain came down like bullets. Thunder clapped. George was horrified to see that two of his trees and the rosebush had been struck by lightning. He hated to see anything in his garden killed, and would not be very happy the next day when he had to uproot the dead plants.
But the rosebush was still alive. George and his wife were shocked to find the rosebush healthy and blooming, whereas the two trees were blackened and wilting. They shrugged it off and continued with their lives. But they didn't know what the lightning had done. George's wife would never know.
One day late in summer, George's wife pointed out that the rosebush was getting a bit big. George agreed, and his wife went to clip it down a little. When she came back, she was covered in scratches. She smiled and said that the rosebush had put up a bit of a resistance. It was like it knew what she was doing.
They laughed.
About a year later, the wife wished to redo the backyard landscaping completely. She said it was time for change, and George agreed. She suggested they cut down the rosebush. It was beautiful, but it was taking up way too much space. George didn't want to see the bush go, but he knew that there could be more beautiful things in its place. He sent his wife out with the hedge clippers to uproot the old bush.
When he came into the backyard ten minutes later, his wife was lying dead on the ground.
The doctor said she had bled to death. Her body was covered in small pinpricks, and the doctor suggested that she might have fallen into a very large rosebush.
George got home later that day and destroyed the bush. Every time a tear fell he hacked at it mercilessly. Petals flew everywhere. This was not how he wanted it to end. George threw the brambles of what was left of the bush over the fence and went inside the house.
The next day, when several relatives had come over to comfort George, he went into his backyard bad discovered the bush had grown back. He was shocked, and took a weedwhacker to it, watching it shred and die on his lawn. He smiled, then threw the brambles in the neighbor's yard.
It came back. Again. And again. Each time George would find the rosebush, large and blooming, in the same place in his yard. He set fire to it. He poisoned it. He stabbed its roots over and over until nothing was left but a green mess. But each time it came back, getting more ruthless every time he killed it. It grew more wildly. The limbs became very thick and hard to penetrate. The roots choked up all the other flowers in the garden until there was nothing left alive but the rosebush. The spikes, one of the less attractive parts on any rosebush, became the size of a finger.
And the blossoms were not white anymore. In fact, every time the damned bush grew back, the roses got a shade darker. By this point, they were a blood red color. The site of the bush filled George with dread.
He had to get rid of it. Get rid of it for good. So George replanted the entire thing in a large pot and drove to town, where he spotted an open market type gathering. He parked his truck and set up the rosebush.
For free, he told passerby. Take it. Please.
Right before George thought all hope was lost, he saw two men coming towards him. One was a happy teenager; the other, a dangerous looking man with his arms folded across his chest. They both had long white hair.
George looked to his burden, and then at the men.
Ryou Bakura was going to buy the rosebush.
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MG: Not much yet... It was short because I didn't have a lot to say for this first part.
Seto: Haha, Bakura has to buy the rosebush...
Bakura: Technically, I don't have to, but I think it's pretty.
Seto: Yeah, well, I didn't "have to" go on a zombie plane either, so...
MG: Please review!!!!