Maurice and Rosaline were on a plane, returning from their second honeymoon. "I'd like to see that those conditions are followed and that situation gets handled. Glad that I can count on you" He hung up the phone and looked up to an unsatisfied wife. "Why are you looking at me like that?'

"Why did you get like this?" Rosaline's voice was low and depressed. It reflected her attitude quite well.

"Like what?" Maurice was getting annoyed by his wife's attitude lately. It's always the same thing, in the end he tries to fix things but it never works.

"So heartless, mean and unkind? You used to be the biggest sweetheart ont he block. What happened to that guy?" Maurice rolled eyes then brought his attention back to his phone.

"Are we going though this again? This side of you is beginning to come back. The honeymoon is over, it's back to business now" She shook her head.

"I don't like this one bit. I hate you like this"

"But you like that 15 carat diamond necklace and that nice ring on your finger. Those things cost"

"It's costing you your soul. is it worth it?"

"For your happiness, yes"

"Who says I'm happy?" There was a slight moment of silence in the private jet, while the two stared at each other in deep desperation. Maurice couldn't lose her. She was his anchor, his grasp to the little humanity he had. Without her, he would lose it. She however, was losing everything she felt for him. Love, respect and honor. She's watched his waste away at the lifestyle, losing himself in the process. She's always known she was his muse, but she wasn't going to be able to take much more.

"We renewed out vows, of course you're happy. Right?"

"A ring on my finger and a fresh piece of paper means nothing to me. We both know you didn't do that for us anyways. You did it for how it would look in the public eye. That's all you ever do these days."

"Can you not throw a tantrum while we're on our way home, we're suppose to be happy and in love"

"Well we aren't. All you've done is conduct business and whatever else. I've gone sightseeing ALONE, out to eat ALONE. Hell, I've even slept alone. I'm tired of this. The reason I'm telling you now, because it will only get worse later. You will be consumed by everything except me."

"Well Rosaline, what do you want me to do?" Maurice was growing tired of this. He had others phone calls to make and she continued to carry this conversation.

"You don't have to do anything. I'll file for divorce, myself"


Blossom moved with delicate ease as she removed herself from the empty bed. brick was on the couch after last nights events. Blossom was determined to find out about Brent's whereabouts. It was natural for her to miss him. Right? She though so as she pulled on some sweats she put aside last night for herself. She decided to go throughout the window since going through the front door would start more problems than it was worth. She quickly went down from the balcony, touching the ground with ease before taking off in the early morning.


"You're not filing for divorce" Maurice let the stupid comment come and go. It wouldn't happen. Hell would unfold if it did. She was the key component to many deals, and she didn't even know it Letting her go, would cause his empire to crumble. Slowly but surely.

"I am. It's already in the works. I'll have things complete by the end of the week."

"We're JUST getting back from our HONEYMOON and your speaking about the terms of a divorce!" Maurice was raising his voice a bit, causing Rosaline to be a bit more concerned. She was beginning to lightly shake with anxiety. She wanted to get away so badly. Leaving it all behind her.

"Maurice, I gave you the best years of my life. I gave you wonderful children, whom you treat like shit. I've almost been killed on various attempts. I live an illegal lifestyle and the worst of all. My own husband is the cause of all the hurt and disappointment in my life. You've been the cause for years now. When will it end?" Rosaline was gaining confidence as she spoke her truth. She was letting out. Saying her peace."You won't change. Counseling won't change you. An open conversation won't change you. Me leaving you for days, weeks, or months won't change you. Now I'm done trying to change you. I'm just going to leave you." In this moment she thought Maurice was FINALLY getting it. He looked at her with a hurt expression. Eyes full of regret and remorse yet when his phone made a sound, he looked away and everything Rosaline thought she saw was gone. Without a trace. She leaned back in her chair, waiting for this ride to be over.


Blossom entered the room, after realizing that she wouldn't get an answer from her wholehearted knocks. It was cold, freezing, causing Blossom's senses to be on high alert. She moved with ease, knowing something was wrong. Blossom kicked into her instincts, feeling for her presence but she felt nothing. She instantly began to freak out. "Brent! Are you here?" Her voice was high-pitched and her eyes were threatening with tears. She went from the dining room, which held papers and files about they investigation they were withholding. Blossom kept going. She skipped the kitchen and the bedroom and went into his mini-study. The backdrop from the computer screen was the light source that illuminated the dark room. It was near the far wall. She looked around to see papers and blood... "BRENT!" She noticed there was nothing but papers, so she followed the trail of blood that led to the nearby bathroom. Tears that pooled within her eyes, fell. They fell for her best friend who may be seriously hurt. They fell because she left him in such a bad place for weeks without a check up. She pushed open the door and saw his body. Her tears fell because Brent was dead.


Brick was awaken by the sunlight that somehow managed to get through the drapes. He sat up in frustration. He needed to make things better with Blossom, not for the sake of his back but for the sake of his future marriage. He sat up and caught sight of Hilda.

"Hilda do you know where Blossom is?"

"No. Future left for a run early this morning. Funny this is, she left through the window. Americans have such funny ways" she laughed the matter off and went back to the laundry. Brick, however didn't let the matter go so quickly. Why would she go out the window and not through the front door?

"Yeah, we do have some crazy ways." Brick phone rang and he picked up with urgency, hoping it would be Blossom. "Hello?"

"Brick. Things have been advanced based on certain events. Did you handle that situation?" It was his father. Brick couldn't help his eyes rolling, it was a natural reaction to his father's voice. Since Brick was taking on the business soon, things were piling up on his agenda.

"Yes, I handled that. What 'events' are you speaking of advancing?"

"Buttercup's wedding. It will occur this weekend in Brazil and she has decided that you will not be in the wedding"

"So what? Was this phone call meant to upset me?" Brick sat up in frustration.

"More like inform you. You need to be in attendance and in the meantime, planning your wedding. Unless you want to do them at the same time."

"HELL NO. I don't want that and I'm sure Blossom would skin me alive if I did such a thing."

"A wedding to a woman is like Superbowl to a man. I understand but you do need to be in Brazil. I got some business conferences that you and Blossom can attend. Make a few deals for me. Expand the business. Expand your business." Brick's dad was trying to butter him up and Brick was on to him.

"Yeah, that sounds ideal dad. I would ask why you're advancing things but my caring meter is low. But hey, since we are talking. You have a new threat on your hands."

"A new threat?" Maurice was scanning his brain, trying to pinpoint an enemy. "how big of a threat?"

"They shook up Stephen. Anyone who can shake him up is not a force to be reckon with."

"Thanks for the heads up. Your mother and I will be back within a few hours of today, see you when we get home" Brick hung up the phone, knowing that something big was about to happen in correspondence to his return. Maurice always came home with gifts, whether good or bad. Brick was just about to place in phone down and hop in the shower when it rang again. He answered, hoping it wasn't father.

"Hello?"

"B-BBB-Brick. I need you to come get me" Blossom sounded deserted and broken. Brick's instinct instantly kicked in.

"Blossom, where are you?"

"On the border of Townsville. I need you here. Now." With that she hung up and Brick sprung into action.


Blossom was standing next to the 'You're now leaving Townsville' sign. Her arms were wrapped around herself, hoping to feel some sort of comfort. Her eyes were glassy from crying and her skin was sickly pale. She was shivering, not because it was cold but out of fear. What she just saw changed it. Effected her in more ways than one and Brick didn't know what to do or say. So he said nothing as he watched her delicately get into the car. She reeked of heartache and blood. The blood smelled old and aging, a rusty forresty aroma. Brick looked to Blossom with concern. She didn't face him or say anything. She faced forward, waiting fir him to drive away. Drive away from the situation she just went through. As Brick rode through the outskirt streets of Townsville, Blossom slowly slid on her seat-belt for comfort and Brick took this moment to pull over off the busy highway. "You okay?"

"Can we just go home?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper. She wanted to wash his blood off her hands. It made her feel as though she killed him.

"Why is there blood on you?" Brick took off his seat belt and leaned forward to Blossom. She pulled away from him, wanting to be distant. She was vulnerable and wanted to stay that way. "What's wrong?"

"Brick, I honestly just want to go home. I've been through some emotional shit this morning and I just want to sit in a tub of hot water and wash it all away"

"Did you kill someone?" Brick has seen Blossom kill before, and she never ended up like this. Taking an unimportant life never left her in a state like this

"Take me home, please" Blossom said her plea in a broken voice then held her head in her hands. Brick wasn't up for asking any more questions but he had to know..

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to

"Just tell me-" Brick's voice did rise with anger but it was out of frustration. That was all interrupted with Blossom blurt of words that brought Brick in a momentary state of shock.

Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

"Brent committed suicide." Blossom began to cry. Brick got Blossom home without another word.


And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

She sat in solitude. Listening to the sweet sounds of silence, lost in her own thoughts of disaster. The water was stained a light pink color from the blood that once stained her body. His blood. Images and visions wrapped around her, consumed her mind with vial thoughts. All that remained were the common questions. Why and How. Blossom was determined to find the answers to those questions. All bullshit aside. But now, now was the time to mourn and remember who he really was. What he really did for her. How he shaped her into the person she is today. How he loved her and how she loved him... A soft knock brought Blossom from her thoughts. She knew it was brick checking up on her but she didn't bring herself to answer. He came in anyways. He leaned on the counter, avoiding her eyes even though his were filled with such concern. "I know you want to be alone but there's too many red flags for me to just leave you like this"

And I will stumble and fall

"Red flags?"

"The blood stains. You being on the border of Townsville. Leaving out of the window in the early morning. You seem so distant and broken. Now you want to take a shower alone. No I've seen the flags before they all end the same."

I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

"So you know about me leaving through the window. As much as I like Hilda, I think I'm going to have her sign of confidentiality contract." Blossom made the joke to try and lighten the mood but Brick's eyes wasn't letting up. So she gave in, "How do they all end?"

"You know how they end. The question is how did this end?" he watched her sink closer into the bottom of the tub.

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

"Clean cuts through the wrists. He bled out. There was so much blood..."

"You sure it was suicide?"

Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

'Most people don't leave notes unless otherwise. Of course we're going back to the apartment for more investigation but I just buried him. Give me some time to grieve and mourn someone that may have been my only best friend." she was crying again. She couldn't help it, the tears just came. She never had to deal with something like this. How did people do this...?

"You don't have to go through this alone! Stop pushing me away before you have no one to come back to"

And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

"Stop acting so selfish! I'm going to have some emotion towards him, I do love him Brick! How would you feel if your old best friend died."

"People can die to you in more ways than just dying. With that being said, my old best friend did die."

"But I;m sure you're not the reason he's dead. I'M THE REASON BRENT'S DEAD! ALL BECAUSE OF ME!" She began to shake and cry. Brick came to comfort her.

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

"This is not your fault Blossom. You did pull that knife across his wrist, you didn't know what he was feeling. You didn't know what he was going through'

"But i did know how he felt at one point. I should have been there to comfort him afterwards brick. I shouldn't have been so selfish! He professes his love for me and I swatted him away like a fly! I took his love and made origami with it. I should have done more." She melted into brick's embrace, feeling a little guilty she was getting him wet.

And anywhere, I would have followed you
Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you

"Blossom you can cram your brain with what if's and should have's but none of that will bring him back. What's done is done. All you can do is praise the person he was and let him live in your memory." That made her cry harder. Especially since her last memory was Brent looking at her with such a hurt expression.

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something


Butch was sitting in the office of his sworn enemy's home. A place he thought he would never have to see but with the cards he was dealt with in life... He looked around the room, full of sweet valuable items that were sure to be bought from his trips around the world. Butch didn't bring himself to touch anything, however his eyes did roam.

His attention was brought back when he heard the doorknob wiggle and eventually the door opened. Maurice came in with an annoyed facial expression. "Honeymoons aren't as they say or is there something else wrong?"

'Just dealing with daily life, is all. But that's not what you're here for. Have you looked over my proposal?"

"I have and things look agreeable in terms. Glad I was appointed to be apart of the organization."

"You know this is gonna raise a bit of hell in the streets"

"Just saying my name in a bar will raise hell, this will come and go. Even though it will destroy my family for a while, not like I care"

"I'm guessing you won't be on your sister's wedding guest list." Maurice chuckled at his sly remark. He didn't necessarily care for Blossom. Business was business.

"I haven't spoke to her in weeks, I'm sure my name is on the 'Shoot on sight' list. But enough of that talk, all of that is dead to me. I'm here to conduct business. What's the first mission?" Maurice slaps an envelope on the table.

"Something extensive and close to home. Don't get too caught up. I'm giving you three days. The wedding is this weekend" With that he left the room. Butch took hold of the envelope, examining it's contents. It was so much information, and Butch knew exactly what to do with it.


After a few hours of mourning, Blossom was back to herself and we ready for answers. And so was Brick. They entered Brent's apartment in caution. Brick was cautious because of the feeling he was getting from this place. Blossom was cautious because she didn't want to go back into break-down mode. They took notice of all the papers. "Let's take what we can with us, staying here isn't the best idea." Brick was the first to move and conjure together the papers in a suitcase. While Brick was packing papers, Blossom was going for something bigger. She surveyed the room. Taking everything in. That's when she saw it. A camera. Now she can really see what happened to him. She instantly moved to the computer and things moved with ease. She knew exactly what to go to without realizing she knew. She could get feed from the first day the cameras were set up. How far did she need to go? She clicked on a date that stood out to her. The day Brent came and got her from the hospital. She double-clicked on the footage and watched it unfold. She sped it up a bit but once she saw them walk in, she paused it. Taking in how she felt that day. Taking in how good of a friend he was in that moment. Taking in how good of a person he was. She pressed play and watched the events unfold. Everything was just as she remembered.

Blossom got lost in the footage in front of her but Brick brought her back. "What did you find?" Blossom was quick to wipe away tears from her face before Brick could notice.

"Brent had some cameras set up. If we don't know what was going on in his mind, maybe we could see..."

"Okay, think. How long do you think he's body had been here?"

"A few days, maybe a week. Let's go to the day after our parents' wedding." Blossom clicked on that date and watch the footage unfold.


"Have you finished the mission?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now listen, you're gonna have a target on your back for a while. Don't fall into anything, no one will know. Now report to me what Maurice has planned" Sedurita was ready to hear the dirt that Butch had to tell her.

"Maurice wants me to kill Buttercup, after the wedding."


After hours and hours of reviewing footage, Blossom and Brick were about to call it quits. Maybe they wouldn't find anything. That was until the came across something spectacular. Blossom was scrambling through some journals that belonged to Brent when Brick called out. She quickly moved to his side, wondering if this was another false move. "If this is another one of Brent's booty calls..." For someone who said he loved her, he should was spreading it to plenty of women... Blossom pushed her thoughts aside as she zoomed in on what was happening.

Brent walked into his apartment, lost in anger and frustration. He quickly went into the kitchen to pour him a drank or eight. He called up some girls, some drug dealers. Brent was ready to forget it all. After about his third shot, he heard the door bell ring. He opened the door to the recognizable friend. They seemed to have exchanged some sort of words and the friend came into the home. He avoided all camera angles as if he was hiding his face. Brent turned and went into the kitchen to pour himself another drink, when the familiar friend pulled out a stun gun. Brent quickly sensed this and began to fight the friend. Lamps and furniture was destroyed during this fight but the familiar friend managed to knock Brent unconscious. The friend bent down to double-check then called in for back-up. That's when the works was called in. People came in a fixed the apartment, made it look semi-normal. A green-eyed person came in, giving the others order. Obviously they were the master behind these operations. The person pulled out a pocket knife and carefully slit the wrists of Brent. Carrying him into the bathroom, to make everything look like a suicide. The person made sure everything was perfect and as the rest of the men filed out, they picked up a rose-colored card that was already written in. They moved it into the bathroom with the body, placing the final touch onto the crime scene. Before leaving they picked up a few personal items and turned to the camera. Giving a great wink before leaving into the darkness of the evening...

Brick paused the footage, not believing what he saw. Blossom's blood was past it's boiling point. Family was nothing to her now. Now, Blossom was out for blood. "Blossom, calm down. You don't know exactly what this means".

"DAMNIT BRICK! It's right there in plain color. He did this..." Blossom gathered her things and walked towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Brick quickly gathered some things from Brent's apartment and followed Blossom out the door. She stopped and turned to answer Brick's question. She held a serious, emotionless face.

"To kill Butch, just like he killed my best friend"

Once she said that, Brick knew what had happened when she was watching that video. Blossom shut her humanity off and from this point on. It was gone.


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