Enough Is Never Enough

Chapter One

"Paul? You home?"
Carl stood outside the door of apartment 412, the Paul mask in his hands.
"Ding-Dong! Landlord!"
He tried, no answer.
"Pizza delivery! Fire department! Bank manager you have an appointment-"
"What do you want Carl?!" Paul's voice was muffled by the door. Carl's face brightened up a bit.
"I want to be treated like a friend Paul."
"We're not friends anymore!" Paul's reply echoed through the empty hallway.
"Didn't you get my apology piano?" Carl asked, looking a bit hopeful.
"Pianos aren't supposed to bleed and scream!" Paul shouted, Carl thought about that.
"I guess it was less a piano and more of a statement on pianos." Carl defended, listening for a response.
"Why can't you go horrify someone else Carl?" Paul asked.
"I miss your grumpy face! And the Paul mask I made hasn't helped. It's not grump enough!"
"You made a mask of my face?" Paul questioned, Carl flipped the mask around in his hands.
"Speaking of which you should probably avoid being seen by federal investigators-" Carl advised.
"Caaarl!" Paul complained.
"To some you are now know as Nikolai Sponegof, brutal leader of the Russian opium cartel." Carl continued.
"I'm calling the police!" Paul yelled at him through the door.
"Bad idea Nikolai, and you know there isn't a prison I can't nibble my way out of." Carl countered.
"I'm dialing!"
"I've got no where to go! I burned my house down once I had enough swans inside and I used the rest of my savings buying the swans!" Carl explained.
"And whose fault was that Carl!" Paul shouted.
"Society, society and the swans!" Carl replied.
"I really gave you every chance I could, I just can't do it anymore!" Paul replied, Carl had an idea.
"What if I gave you...ten million dollars cash!" Carl offered.
"You don't have ten million dollars Carl!" Paul snapped.
"I buried a large chest of dabloons once, I could go dig that up."
"Caarll!"
"It's either dabloons or my zoo-books, a lot of something is in a hole somewhere." Carl said, unsure of which.
"I'm putting on some music Carl I'm not listening to you anymore!" Paul said, followed by circus type music.
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Carl's memory was interrupted by an owl in the tree with him. He groaned and threw a rock at it, bashing it's head in. "Oh Paul, why did you leave?" He asked, climbing down the tree and walking to a near by pond. Carl knelt beside it and looked at the reflection.
A pale man with long, choppy silver-gray hair in torn green shirt and matching ski hat, a beaten up body covered in scrapes and bruises, and dark, olive green eyes that looked back at him.
Carl's expression saddened. He stood up as the sum began to peek over the horizon, showing the tall silhouettes of the trees, shadowing the sad man. "I need to cheer up, maybe take my mind of it." Carl mumbled, turning to the trees, then walking back to town.
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He arrived in town, he had a couple of rocks he picked up from the forest, and he wandered aimlessly around the city. Carl was depressed, and everyone went to the opposite side of the street. Carl went into a skyscraper and took an elevator to the top floor, from there he went to the roof and began using the passing civilians at moving targets as he pelted the rocks through their skulls.

Carl smiled as he heard Paul's voice whine in the back of his mind.
'Caaaaaaaaaaaarl~!'
His smile faded as he remembered Paul wasn't there anymore.
"Please give me another chance-please..."