jonnyburnthal replied to your post “one shot, one kill" so does that mean he kept missing Grotto on...”
I dont think he missed on purpose Grotto was moving around and even a trained sniper is gonna have trouble hitting a moving target but the car thing is my favorite of my kastle headcanons
Imagine after the woods scene, Karen starts finding single flowers by her window several nights a week. At first she thinks its Matt but one night, the flower is a little dirty and when she smells this one she smells its sweet fragrance...mixed with the smell of gunpowder. (FF)
Karen stirred from her sleep when she heard a tap on the window.
Startledshe looked towards the window only to see the silhouette of someone, but themoment she reached for her gun in her bedside table drawer – the figure wasgone.
Curiosity got the better of her and she crept towards the window, gunstill in hand. Cautiously she peeked outside and when she saw no one sheshrugged and turned to go back to bed. She’d seen people in the apartment aboveher use the fire escape by the window so she assumed it was just them. But asshe turned something caught her eye.
It was a single flower.
“Matt.” She thought. She wasn’t sure why he was giving her aflower. Maybe he saw it and thought of her. They were still friends right? Shedidn’t know. But she knew she liked the flower. She flipped on the lights andwent to grab a vase to put it in. She wasn’t one to shy away from a nice gift no matter who it was from.
It was a few days before she got the next one. It took herby surprise. And now she wanted to know what this was about. Now she began tolook for them.
The next three nights in a row she got a flower. Always the samekind, and always when she was asleep. She wanted to see Matt bring her theflower. And she still wasn’t sure if it even was Matt. But who else would bebringing her flowers?
That night she was determined to see her flower being delivered.She turned off the lights but sat that the end of the bed waiting. She feltlike she was a kid again waiting up to see Santa Claus. But like what happenswith kids waiting – she fell asleep. She woke the next morning to see theflower outside the window.
“I’ll get him tonight for sure.” She thought. It was theweekend and she had a story she wanted to work on so she would stay up and waitthis time.
She wrote well into the night, but as she wrote she washyperaware of every sound or movement outside. But nothing happened and no onecame.
Days passed and she hadn’t gotten a flower since the nightshe waited up. Now she was getting paranoid, because she hadn’t talked to Mattin a while so what if this wasn’t him? What if this was something not good? Wasshe in danger?
She tried not to let it bother her. But when the next flowercame that night– something was different. She heard the single tap on herwindow, and got out of bed and didn’t bother to turn on the light. She knew shewouldn’t see who it was so she didn’t bother. She opened the window and picked upthe flower and sniffed it like always. She loved how they smelled. But this one– while it was the same flower- smelled different. It looked different too. Thepetals looked older and were slightly crushed. Liked they’d been pressed insidea thick jacket. The smell was strong and Karen couldn’t place it. Still she shutthe window and locked it and turned to put the flower along with the others inthe vase on the counter.
While her back was turned she heard what sounded like alatch opening and then the window sliding back open. She turned around quicklyand her elbow caused the vase to tip over on the counter. She jumped when shesaw a dark figure in apartment.
“Frank?” she gasped realizing who it was. Even in the darkshe could tell it was him. He’d only been in her apartment once, but that wassomething she’d never forget.
“Ma’am.” He replied softly. He walked over to her in thekitchen and picked up the vase that had fallen on the counter. Karen flushedrealized she was only in a t-shirt and underwear, and while he was occupiedwith the vase, she quickly went to put on some pajama pants.
“So you’re the one who has been bringing me flowers.” Shewhispered, almost like she was saying it to herself. “Why?”
Frank’s back was still to her. He didn’t move. She walkedover to him slowly and touched his shoulder. The leather of his jacket feltworn and beat up. Something about it upset her.
“Figured you’d like ‘em.” Frank said quickly, like he was nervous.
Karen didn’t say anything. Her hand was still on hisshoulder. She leaned in to kiss his cheek, and she swore she saw a bit of pinkflush his cheeks. But because they were so bruised, she wasn’t sure. When heturned to face her fully she saw that he had a nasty cut on his forehead abovehis eye.
Karen gasped, but then she smiled realizing why tonight’sflower looked the way it did, the smell was gunpowder and it had been in hispocket while he “went to work”.
“Is that why thisflower is a little beat up?” she asked nodding towards the cut on his head.
He nodded.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said simply like she’dstitched him up a thousand times.
“Ma’am you don’t have to-“
“Frank. Sit down or I’ll make you.”
Frank grinned a tiny smile. He shrugged his thick jacket andsat at her little kitchen table.
Nervously she stitched up his forehead. And once she wasdone, he stood and was about to put his jacket on to leave.
“You don’t have to leave Frank. It’s late. You can sleep onthe couch. You need to rest.” Karen was serious in her offer, but was trying tofight the blush she felt crawling up her neck. It was hitting her all at oncethat she did have feelings for him. Maybe she had all along and just hadn’tseen it. He obviously felt something for her since he’d brought her flowers. It was so sincere it meant more to her than she thought.
She anxiously waited for his reply, and when all he did wasnod ‘yes’ she felt her heart jump. What was she getting herself into? But a fewmoments later when she turned off the lights and heard Frank quietly breathingnearby on the couch in her tiny apartment, she knew this was going to be thestart of something. She didn’t know what yet, but she wanted to find out.
