Grimm sat on the edge of a boulder in the rock quarry, staring out out over the abandoned place. He looked at nothing in particular, just stared out over the area. He slid down off the top of the rock and walked over to the nearest boulder. Shrugging off his leather jacket, he pulled back his left arm and made a fist. He took aim, measuring his right arm, and. . .
. . .did nothing. "Ah, crap. It's just not the same." He picked up his jacket and began walking back to the apartment complex.
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Sam walked down the streets, drunk, hurt, frustrated, embarrassed, and more than a little confused. He walked aimlessly, little noticing or caring where he went. He walked right up into Michelle before even noticing her.
"Sam!"
"Uh, hey, what's going on. . .?"
"Sam, I've been looking for you all day! It's Clark, he's been missing since the party-"
"Is that ALL you want me for? To find your new boyfriend, my old pal, Clark, probably lost on another bender, I swear he-"
"Sam! What is wrong with you? Your breath smells like alcohol, you never used to drink."
"There's lotsa things I never used to do. I never used to think my best friend and my girlfriend would cheat on me either."
"Hey, you left me without a word, remember, asshole?! Two freakin' years, I cried over you and then you just come back into my life without so much as an apology!"
Sam's face suddenly morphed into Michelle's.
"Oh, Clark, I don't know what I would do without you." Sam mimed a hideous parody of Michelle's voice.
Without warning, Michelle slapped Sam hard across the face, shocking him out of his morphed state.
"That was really rude and disgusting. Don't ever speak to me again." Michelle stormed off down the street.
Sam leaned over against the wall of a nearby building, holding his face. Rain, slowly began to trickle down on him.
"Oh, great. That's ALL I need right now. . ."
