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Rotten Flowers | Chapter 1 – The Hunter:
Blue/green eyes stared at him across the restaurant, he could only see a portion of the boy's head and nothing else, he seemed to be sitting on his knees on the little couch that they used as a chair, "very modern", the waitress had said to him while she handed him the menu.
He kept on looking at him; he didn't know how long they stared at each other.
"Sir... sir... would you like another cup of coffee?" The waitress asked him breaking their little game, his eyes turned to her, and she flinched, her hand started trembling.
"No" She fled the moment the word left his lips.
When he turned back to look at the boy, he was sitting on the couch again saying something amusing by the way the man across from him was laughing, he guessed he was his father.
He kept on looking at the pair until the boy's father decided that it was a good time to go to the bathroom, he left his napkin on top of the table and walked to the door that had a dancing man on it, indicating that it was the men's bathroom. He pushed the frosted glass door where you could see the blurry silhouettes of the men who where doing his needs inside.
He was so concentrate on the father's actions that he almost missed the sound of the tiny steps getting away from him and turned his head to look at the boy one more time, but he was already out of the restaurant.
He grabbed a couple of bucks and threw them to the table, following the kid, trying to not look suspicious but at the same time not really caring at all, his hunger was consuming him.
He walked fast following the boy as he turned around the restaurant, ending up in an alley, it couldn't be more perfect.
He was so euphoric, his instincts were roaring so hard, that he didn't think for a minute about the strange things that were happening around him, a boy staring right at him, the father going to the bathroom, the kid suddenly ending up in an alley.
The boy was stunning and his appetite didn't let him see, he kept on looking at him just as he did in the restaurant, now trapped between concrete walls like a little bird, standing on the only patch of grass that seemed to have grow in that desert part of town. He walked to him and looked down into those blue/green eyes, smiling at him, for some reason hoping he could ease his fear somehow, but the boy wasn't afraid, he didn't want to run or cry, he just stood there.
He put his hands around the boy and started petting his head very slowly and sloppy, like when a kid gets his first dog. He opened his mouth, ready to take the first bite; the drool was already falling down his chin and wetting the kid's neck.
Crack. Crack. He could feel his ribs breaking, blood pouring down his mouth, he fall to the floor in what he could only describe was slow motion, the floor seemed so far away.
His knees touch the tiny parcel of grass that surround all the concrete in this place, he put his hands in front of him trying to catch his breath but he couldn't stop coughing blood so he fell to the floor and there wasn't nothing there to catch him this time.
The boy was still standing there looking at him with his big sad eyes.
"Dad, could you go to bathroom?" Kurt said to his father who could only raise an eyebrow at his son request, but he had learned a long time ago to not question his son when he asked him to do that type of things so he just got up and threw the napkin to the table, walking slowly to the men's bathroom.
A tiny dancing man indicated him the entrance along side a horrible frosted glass door where he could see the men inside taking a leak, he closed his eyes and entered.
He really wasn't in the mood but he just couldn't do anything, so he opened the tap and washed his hands very slowly.
He looked at the mirror where he could see an old man face, still with the same baseball cap and shirt. His son reminded him every day how he needed new clothes, even thought he knew that he only wanted to go shopping.
He wetted his hands and washed his face, wiping invisible dirt that wasn't there, he kept doing that for a few more minutes until he heard a cough behind him.
He took a big breath, grabbed a towel and moved to the left to dry his hands, while the man who was behind him, started to wash his.
"Bad day?" The man asked him, while he watched him with a worried expression on his face.
"Not yet" He answered, as he finished drying the water out of his hands and face, the man looked at him one last time and did the tip hat thing like an old western film, and went back to his table behind the frosted glass door.
He lowered his head to look at his mechanic hands even though he hadn't been a mechanic in a long time; he threw the paper towel in the basket and passed through the bathroom doors. Hoping that his son was in the same place that he had left him but he knew he wasn't that lucky.
Kurt looked at the man who was across the restaurant, he had pretty eyes, like flowers green and yellow, but he smelled bad, really bad, like rotten food, he didn't like it and he wasn't feeling so good today, but he hadn't say anything to his father yet.
So he kept on watching the green/yellow eyed man. 'I'm going to reap you apart, boy.'
"Dad, could you go to bathroom?" He said to his father as he looked at him in surprise but he didn't ask any question and got up from the table, throwing his napkin and walking to the men's bathroom.
The moment his father entered the bathroom, he covered his nose. The rotten smelled was awful and it was making him dizzy.
He ran outside the restaurant as fast as his little legs could take him and stood on the grass that was on the floor of the restaurant's alley, he used his hands to cover his nose and mouth and closed his eyes, he didn't want to vomit.
He heard steps coming near him and he opened his eyes, the man with the green/yellow eyes was in front of him, staring at him with a hungry look, the moment the man took a step near him, Kurt's world turned black.
He didn't know how much time it passed but the moment Kurt opened his eyes, he knew he had done something bad, the man with the flowers eyes was lying on the floor in front of him, not moving.
He felt cold now, he looked down at his hands, they were covered in something red.
"You...a...re really beautiful" The man said to him, he had heard it multiple times from bad men, good men, bad women, good women, his mother, his father, he didn't understand what beauty had to do with anything.
"What's your name, boy?"
He took a moment to answer.
"Kurt" he said while he took a big breath and the smelled of oil assaulted his senses, it didn't matter how long it passed his father would always smelled like oil.
He looked at him as he got near to the flower man and kneeled before him, breathing down his neck.
"You are bleeding out" His dad said, but the man seemed to know that, he watched as his father pressed his foot against the man's chest, the blood seemed to pool around him faster, he wondered if the man was cold or if he even felt anything at all.
He could felt the tears running through his face, he was tired of this, his dad said that with time it will passed but he was tired of waiting, he didn't want to smell the rooting flesh of people's insides.
Warm arms enveloped him, he didn't know in what moment he had talked "I'm sorry*, but his dad's arms were around him, just what he need.
Both of them against the world, nobody pushed them around.
He didn't know how long it passed; it seemed like forever until he heard the words "What are you".
He looked at the flower man again, for a moment he wished he had asked his name too, he was fading fast. He let go of his father and walked to the man one last time, kneeling before him, watching him as he trembled.
He raise his hand and put it on his head, petting his hair like he had done before, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 150, 151, and the man stopped breathing 268, 269, 270…. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to look at his father, he had a sad smile on his face and sometimes that was the worst thing, seeing his father so sad and disappointed.
He grabbed him around the waist and didn't let go, his dad didn't hesitate in putting his arms around him one more time even if he was covered in blood.
"Let's go home, Kurt" He grabbed his hand and took him away.
PROLOGUE/CHAPTER 1 EDITED 4/2/12