Flowers

[Truth]

What a beautiful day it was at Moral Crest, the sun was shining and flowers where blooming.There was a mini garden right by the front gates of the school. Many of students have spent their hard earn time and effort into making that little section of dirt look pretty It was something to be proud of.There was Roses,Lilies, and various other exotic flowers

"Awww, look Timmy my lily's are blooming." a young freshman girl said bending over the flower bead. Timmy who was too busy looking at the girl's rear end just nodded his head. "They sure are Susie." Just then, right at that moment Timmy caught hold of an oncoming car. He pulled Susie back just as the car crashed into the flower garden. The car totally destroyed the flowers and poor Susie's lilies.The two freshman lay on the ground breathing heavily starring at the car. It was a black 1970 GTO, the Judge. "Are you ok Susie?" Timmy asked. But before Susie could even think of answering the driver door flung open and out stepped The Truth.

He was around 6,3 and looked every bit of it, he had short black hair with blond highlights and bright menacing gray eyes. His face had three distinct scars one over his left eyes and two on his right cheek. He wore tight blue jeans a green t shirt and his shiny snake skin boots. He held a cigarette close to his face and starred down at Timmy and Susie. He breathed in the cancerous smoke and blew it out of his nose. He looked back at the garden then back at the two freshmen then back at the garden. He tossed the cigarette to the ground and began to walk toward the two freshman. Timmy quickly stood confused and very freighted gritting his teeth he tightened his fist and threw it toward Truth.The fist connected to Truths face right between his eyes.Timmy reared back again determined to put Truth in the ground but before the young boy could attack , Truth hand shot out quickly wrapping his throat lifting him off the ground.Timmy let out a gasp kicking for air as Truths fingers slowly tightened around his neck.

"TIMMY!"

Susie rushed forward trying to pull Truths grip from Timmy's neck but to her dismay it only seemed to strengthen his grip. Truths eyes quickly shot toward Susie and with a quick backhand sent her to ground. Timmy's face began to turn blue soon Timmy stopped struggling and his feet stopped kicking Truth dropped the boy to the ground landing beside Susie.Truth let out a "hmph" and started walking toward the school unsatisfied.

[Aureus]

Aureus had been sitting on the stairs of the school re-reading his worn copy of Mark Danielewski's "House of Leaves" when a nice looking, classic car came roaring onto the grounds and across a flower bed. Two Freshmen that had been unfortunate enough to be in the area became victim to an older looking male that, in the Senior opinion, tried much too hard to make himself look cool.

Looking around for a Pillar, Aureus' eye twitched. It wasn't his job to take care of these punks anymore, yet he still felt compelled to, or maybe it was he didn't like pompous assholes. No one else in the area seemed to be doing anything and so, with a sigh, the dull-eyed boy snapped his book shut and tucked it away into his bag. Tossing said bookbag into the bushes, he walked into the school ahead of Truth.

Approaching the nearest unlocked and unused locker, Aureus opened it and forcefully ripped the door from it's hinges. Walking back out of the building, he ignored the boy with blonde highlights and made his way to his car. It was so careless to leave it there like that.

With a mighty swing, the Senior slammed the locker door into the windshield and windows. Ah, there was no sound more satisfying than that of breaking glass, though maybe breaking bones took the cake. Picking up a shard of glass, Aureus proceeded to slash the car's tires. If he had yet to be interrupted, he would continue by opening the hood and destroying the engine. At whatever point the automobile's owner decided to intervene, the schizo would be ready with the locker door. I wonder how cool he'll look in a hospital bed...

[Truth]

The sound of breaking grass made Truth slowly turned around he could only guess what was happening. He took a puff form the cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched the boy slash his tires and proceeded to destroy the engine. Truth smiled and tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out with his boots. He didn't mind that his car was being destroyed it really wasn't his just as much as his boots were not his but homeless war veterans. He enjoyed the destruction the boy was doing on the car. It was poetic to him, a retaliation for him harming the two freshman earlier and eye for an eye.Something that would not exist in his former world where everything was fake and boring not like this, this was real. This was human emotion.

He missed a spot.

Truth slowly made his way toward the GTO his grim face was locked on the boy.His gull gray eyes locked on his brown orbs.The boy would now see the horrible disfigured face of Truth. The scars running from the corners of his mouth up threw his cheeks and the two vertical parallel scars on his right cheek. Many people mocked Truth's face his ugly demeanor. He smiled and faced the car he raised his right foot and smashed it into his front head light smashing it and sending shard of glass fall to the ground. He pulled the keys from his front pocket and placed them into the hood of his car and began to carve out words on the car after he was done the words on the car read out.

"more"

[Aureus]

Seeing his potential opponent draw near, Aureus readied the locker door and studied the boy carefully. The scars did not scare or amuse him. He did not laugh or sneer at the student for the way he looked. None of that mattered, what mattered was what he would do next. Honestly, the Senior was surprised when the newcomer kicked out his own headlight and proceeded to carve something into the car with it's key. Reading the impromptu engraving, the dull-eyed boy sighed.

Obviously this student wasn't like he had imagined. He wasn't the typical, self important bully. If the scars were any indication, he'd seen his fair share of suffering and the horrors of humanity. He was what Aureus could have been, had his childhood taken a more violent and mind crushing turn. No, this one took pleasure in destruction and chaos, he probably had to.

Blah, blah, blah you and your psycho mumbo jumbo. Isn't it ironic that YOU'RE a head-case yourself? Doesn't matter, 's still a logical possibility. The question now is what to do. There's no point or fun in beating down someone who'd enjoy it. Hah, he probably won't stop, ya know. Egg you on until you have to fight him. I don't HAVE to do shit. I'm not some knight in shining armor, some Pillar. I don't care about this school. There are plenty of people with their own righteous disillusions that would be willing to fight him. I was going to fight him for the simple pleasure of putting an egomaniac in his place. Turns out that's not what he is. It's boring. The schizo argued with himself, setting one end of the lock door on the ground and leaning against it. Outrageous violence and destruction was so two years ago.

Locking eyes with the scarred student, Aureus spoke up. "Why should I? You're boring..." He replied, standing up straight and turning to walk away with the locker door in hand. Sure, if the kid attacked him, he'd have to retaliate, or did he?

[Truth]

"Why should I? You're boring..."

Boring? was her referring to Truth as boring? Truth was the topic of a doctors book about the criminaly insane. Truth had to answer boring questions about his parents and his childhood. Maybe all the boring questions he was forced to answer when he was locked up could have caused him to become 'boring to some' quickly Truth pulled his leather bound journal from his back pocket and blue ball point pen and started writing.

I am not special, that is true. Just like everyone's else life mine is just as meaningless.The way this world is laid out everyone focus on material things.As I harmed two young children earlier today and another boy attacked the car i arrived in.An eye for an eye. Trying to provoke me by harming one of my possessions. Its just as Albert Camus said “The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.” But being different is just a concept I'm not important. I must see if i can find away out of being "boring

He placed the journal back in his back pocket and faced the boy. He had to think of something that would make him seem less boring and judging from that last incident everything here revolved around fighting. So fighting this boy may have been the worst idea he could do, just hop in the mindless machine and bring nothing new to the scene. Fighting would be just like every other boring person here would but the boy wanted to fight or had intentions of fighting.Truth smiled and bent down to tie his shoes, but he wasn't wearing shoes he quickly fell on his back and pushing himself up with his hands sent a kick to the boys lower chin. In order not to be boring Truth was going to fight and use every obscure and exotic move he could think of.

[Aureus]

Aureus couldn't help but observe as the scarred student removed a journal from his pocket and hastily started scribbling something down. You didn't see that often. Maybe he had been wrong about this student again. It seemed every time he thought he had the kid figured out, he'd do something to surprise him again. So the dull-eyed Senior couldn't help but wonder what would happened next. At this rate, he'd be shot before the day was out.

Luckily for Aureus, that wasn't quite what happened. Instead of a bullet, the scarred boy fired an odd sort of spring kick at him. Dropping the locker door, Aureus quickly bent his knees, leaned back while grabbing his new opponent's leg at the ankle and shin, spun 270 degrees, and threw him into the car. Now that's what he had been looking for, but it didn't feel quite right. He wasn't much more than annoyed at the boy. Oh well, maybe he'd prove to be a good fighter. Stepping back, the ex-Pillar would await the student's retaliation.

[Truth]

Truths eyes widen as his ankle was easily seized by the boy and slung face first into his wind shield.Truth pushed himself up as blood slowly trickled down his forehead.His leather bound journal slipped out of his jeans when he was thrown and laid a few feet away from the car. Wiping the blood from his forehead he slid off the car and smiled. He liked this boy and he wanted to know more about him. He felt his heart start to pump harder he guessed he had ten more until it started to give him problems.

The boy seemed to a lot stronger then himself so his normal way of fighting was not going to work if he had any hopes of winning. Truth had a ball point pen in his pocket, a sliver flask filled with burden, a bronze zippo lighter and pack of cigarettes. He had to use what was all around him. He leaped forward he reared back his right fist and when he was only a few feet away launched his left elbow toward the boys right cheek. He started to give himself a mental note to write in his journal after the fight was over.

`This madness is everywhere, they are using violence to help give structure to the madness. I think i know where the source of it is, but i'm still not sure.`

[Aureus]

The slightly-creepy smile give Aureus the impression that the boy actually liked him. Interestingly enough, he had piqued the schizo's attention as well. Now, the fact that he had been able to throw the scarred student into his own car forced the Senior to consider whether he was honestly less of a fighter, or just toying with him. Either way, he got the impression he could be loose and enjoy the fight, maybe try some new things out.

It was with this thought in mind that Aureus threw himself into a backflip when his opponent jumped at him with his arm cocked back. If he timed it right, his feet would connect with the kid's chin. There was also the effect this would have on his landing to be considered, but one thing at a time.