Peanut Man

Uh oh spagettios

Garden liked car rides.

The calm ones on cold summer nights, ones while gazing at the stars, or even just a small, peaceful car ride on the way to Target.

She, however, did not enjoy being stuffed in the back of a trunk without explanation. It had been an hour since the scene at the shooting range, but it felt like days in the musty trunk of Kashoo's Sudan, was that smell peanut butter? Garden was sitting the van only to assume that she was on her way to the dark depths of hell, to the peanut man. She was trying to plan some sort of escape from the old van. Time was going by slow as garden sat alone in the back of the van, nothing to do and nowhere to go. Garden was on the verge of falling asleep when she heard a bang outside of the van, she flung to the side hitting the cold metal of the van. Gasping in pain, she turned to look at the opposite side of the trunk, noticing that it was now dented by quite a severe amount. The muffled skidding of tires was all she could hear from inside the trunk. Another bang against the side of the vehicle frightened Garden as she tried to move away from the point of impact. Something was going on, was the man trying to off her by smashing his car against a wall? Was a drunk driver upset with her captor? Thoughts raced through Garden's head as she tried desperately to keep her calm. She was snapped out of her panic by something landing on the hood of the trunk. Garden began to scream, panicking. All signs in her head pointed to it being a bomb of some sort.

"PLEASE!, PleaSE Don'T DO THIS!" She begged from inside the car, desperate for anyone to hear her. "PleaSE I SWEAR I won't EVER do anything to defy him again!"

"Wouldja stop the screaming for christ's sake?" The muffled voice of a man soothed Garden's rampant thoughts of impending doom. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, don't get your panties in a bunch girl, deep breaths, we'll solve this." The voice said. She could also hear a noise along with the words, which she assumed to be, petting the car? Ugh.

"S-shit, hang on, brace yourself!," The man shouted, and Garden did as instructed until she heard another loud bang against the car, and the man on top of it grunting as he held on, the sound of tires skidding across rough asphalt filled her ears once more. "Godammit, I'm gettin' too old for this kinda shit."

The car Garden was in began to swerve, jostling both her and the man on top of the trunk side to side, most likely in an effort to shake the man off. Unfortunately, Kaashoo hadn't considered the fact that he could easily lose control of the wheel, which he did. In the blink of an eye, the fancy 4 door sedan was headed for the wall of an abandoned Strip Club.

"FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?. Ugh, I can't catch a friggin' break can I? " The voice shouted, "HOLD ON AGAIN, WE GOTTA WALL COMING UP!"

Despite the warning, the crash still startled Garden, flinging her into the back of the small space with a sickening thud, that was probably a rib, but oh well. The hatch of the trunk flew open and Garden was met face to face with Bullets.

"Aww shit, are you good?" He asked, offering a hand to Garden. So he had been the man on top of the car. He had discarded his sweatshirt and was now wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt with a cartoon golden retriever on it. There was blood dripping from underneath his cap.

"Wait, me? Wh-What about your wound?" She pointed to the man's injury. In response, he pulled at his shirt, revealing 3 staples and masking tape wrapping his shoulder. Garden gasped, "Are you kidding me? Do you know how dangerous that is, you're going to get it infect-"

"Shut it, would ya? I'll be fine, it's just a quick patch job for now, I'll go to the hospital later." Bullets traced his finger along the staples. "Besides I kinda like it," He chuckled. "Like a comic book."

Her face forlorn with concern, she touched her hand to the wound. Despite still being rattled from the crash, they knew they didn't have time to sit around.