Tale of a Garden

Chapter 1: The Garden

The wind was blowing ever so slightly
over the hedges, the tulips, the daffodils, and my personal favorite; the roses.
With the way they smell so sweet, and so red like the blood of-no no
I promised mother I would no longer think that way and if I so even think of a small glimpse of what it is, I would cast myself to spend a lifetime of misery in hell.

Oh dear a visitor arrives here in my garden....I haven't had one in so long.
They mostly come when they know that I'm gone from the beautiful garden.
I know that people are afraid of me, because of what was my previous occupation. But I'm a different man now, ever since I promised mother.

Oh dear the visitor is walking right toward me.
What does he want with me?
Hm? With the way visitor dresses he looks like he belongs with a secret undercover agency expect he added a little color to his suit with a pair of bright red sunglasses.

He must be an odd little duckling.
I like him already.

"Hello sir I would like a few moments to talk to you."

How formal he is and he goes straight to the point. Hmm...why isn't he scared of me? Eh he might be trying to put a brave face to impress a damsel.

I laughed a bit at him
"What kind of information do you think you could get out of a gardener?"

"Who said that I was going to be asking you questions."

Ooh I like him more now.

I laughed at him
"I like your bravery there pal, but seriously though who are you trying to impress. For example, aren't you aware of all the stories of the insane person that cares for the garden. And I'm the only one who's allowed to nurse the garden."

The Man shifted uneasily on his feet.

I bet he doesn't feel brave now.

He coughed to try and clear the air before speaking.
"I've heard the stories, but my feelings aren't suppose to be mixed in with my work. And sir I'm not here to ask you questions, I'm here to offer you a job."

I froze.
"But I promised mother." I mumble.

"Excuse me?"

Hey he heard me......that's what I call an invasion of privacy.

I straighten my posture
"I regret to inform you, but I decline you offer due to me no longer giving a fuck about your agency."

The Man took a step back.

Ha he must be taken back my language......or maybe I said too much and said he was an agent.

"And here I thought that you; a former contracted hitman, would be happy to leave this patch of weeds to go back so you can earn a decent pay check." The man quietly growled at me.

Ooh how dare he think of my gorgeous garden as a filthy patch of weeds.
He's better watch his mouth the next time he talks........I could help with that by removing his eyes and NO no I mustn't think like this. I can't forget Mothers promise.

I drew a deep breath in.
"Yes because I don't have to be constantly worrying about if the people I work for would betray me and I can't possibly get hurt by doing this line of work."

The Man, absolutely angry at my choice yelled "YOURE GONNA REGRET THIS BENJAMIN STORM!" And stomped away out of my precious garden.

I know that more will be sent to try and convince me to go back and kill again. After all I was the best at what I did.

"I'll guess that more monkeys would be coming since I blew off the red sunglasses man."