A Little Too Dark

Title: A Little Too Dark | Author: Dead | Rating: PG | Word Count: 882 | Features: Flower Girl and Honeybee
Summary: Flower Girl finds new warmth.
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She could hear him coming, his heavy feet pounded in her ears. She felt no fear; the tingle in her nose did little to bother her. He would pay for that punch. She got in to position. He kicked the door in and entered the room. “Where are you? You freak, come on out!? His fist was still red. From above she watched as he looked quickly at each corner. He was scared; they all were when she came. “Leave me alone! Do you hear me?! Mess with me again and I’ll really let you have it.” His eyes darted about the room as he walked underneath her. It was the time to strike.

Incidentally a drop of her blood fell from her nose to the top of his head. He froze; slowly he put his hand on his head and looked at his palm. He looked up and saw her, his eyes widened as he backed away. She let go of the webbing she was hanging from and landed less than a foot from him. Despite his threats his fists were not balled as he tumbled back from her cold face. “Buy my flowers or suffer me.” He had no idea what was to come, just like the rest of them. His screams and pleas would keep you awake at night. It was like before, for her, what she did to her bullies. Now he was just like them, broken eyes staring at nothing, his mouth gibbering muttered nonsense, his mind mad with fear. That look reminded her of that day when her flowers burned, where she was he now sees.

Flower Girl returned home; at least home to her. She had food and a roof over her head, but to a degree she did not think of such things. She would get something to eat, and then go tend to her garden. Her flowers needed her. A hand touched her shoulder.

“Flower Girl, is that you?” Bees were buzzing, it was Honeybee.
“I’m busy.” She quickly said. And she continued on her way, leaving Honeybee behind. Such things did not concern Flower Girl; her flowers concerned her, and a bit of revenge. She sat down, ate dinner, got up, and left the manor. At least that was the plan.

“Please wait.” That voice called out. Flower Girl did not turn, she knew who it was. “Can’t I help, or maybe hang out?”
“I’m busy.” She again spoke.
“Working in your secret garden?” Honeybee responded. She turned at this, giving Honeybee a cold, cutting glare that would knock Glaive or Heartless for a loop. However, Honeybee was not affected. A short pause. “What’s wrong?” Honeybee asked, not aware of the look on Flower Girl’s face. Flower Girl might have been impressed by Honeybee’s bravery, if she cared. She turned to walk away.

“Can’t I be your friend?” Honeybee asked.
“I hurt people.” Flower Girl quickly said. “I inspire fear and pain into others.” She figured a bit of truth might help scare the small child off, but strangely it did not.
“And?” Honeybee asked leaning her head to the side; it wasn’t asked in sarcasm, it was an honest question.
“I’m dark, I’m cold, and I want to be left alone.”
“Don’t you feel lonely?”
“I have my flowers.”
“I like flowers.” Flower Girl turned to face her, Honeybee was still insistent. Why couldn’t she do what the others do and leave her be. Maybe she needed more fear? “How do you know I’m not evil?”
“Well, you never joined the Loveless; I know that for a fact. In fact, if what I heard is true you would be opposed to them.”

Flowers Girl’s eyes grew wide, that was a good point. With the terrified faces she remembered, and the odd history the Loveless, they would be glad to have her. Not that she would join them, and the idea of them crumbling before her gave her reason to smile. Still, this felt uncomfortable, with a small child telling her all this, and worse said child wanted to follow her. It really wasn’t a matter of being a little too dark. It was more of the fact she preferred to be alone. She vaguely remembered being happy with people before…before…

“You’re trembling.” Flower girl snapped out of thought, finding Honeybee’s hand on her shoulder and her other hand on her face. “And you are crying?” Honeybee said with concern. Flower Girl felt sick, the image she remembered made her lose her reason to live. Her broken, tearful eyes, and the burning inferno that was once her happy garden, and the numerous laughing faces that enjoyed every moment of it. They needed to pay, and they did, and yet…she felt pain inside. Flower Girl grabbed Honeybee’s arm, but she did not run, instead the girl surprised her. Honeybee wrapped her arms around and hugged her.

“It’s ok.” Honeybee said softly. “I’m here.” Flower Girl was not sure what to do about this. She felt warmer now then she has felt in years and found her arms wrapping around Honeybee. No one was there for her when her garden burned, or before when she was bullied. What friends she had were useless when it mattered most. And yet being in the arms of another felt much better than not.