One Bullet

Deux

I had to spend way too long there. They let me keep the Skloth statue and took all the other items on me. The option to take my shirt or not was there, which was weird. But hey, I'm a guy!

I kept it on though. I'm already being questioned enough as it is. I don't need to tell them my life story.

The morning turns into the afternoon.

The afternoon turns into evening.

The evening treads on as I wait for someone to come out and tell me that Angele is alright or not. Or at least say I can see her.

"Mr...ugh...that's not a last-" before the nurse finishes, I get up. "That's me!" I call as I walk to her. She looks at me up and down, unsure if I'm allowed in or not.

"I was a good friend of her's and I brought her here and into this mess." I tell the nurse, hoping it didn't come off too wrong. She nods suspiciously, and I notice she looks at my collar. There's a burn just underneath it that's fresh.

As she looks, I realize it's uncovered slightly and she's trying to figure out what it is. I smile sheepishly and fix my collar. "Is Angele alright?" I ask with half genuine concern. I wanted to get out of there quickly.

"She wanted to see you." She tells me. I nod and gesture for her to lead me there. As promised, she leads me there.

Angele is there. She looks like she's dead. There's no monitor or sings of breathing.

I turn my head to look at the nurse, torso moving slightly. I look at her, confused.

"Her last wish was to see you." She frowns as she walks over to Angele's dead corpse. "I'm sorry Blade, but she's gone."

I nod and look at the Skloth before walking out. I feel like it's all my fault, but it's not as what the nurse told me on my way out.

Of course it's raining outside though, it always is when I'm supposed to be sad. But somehow, I feel nothing for Angele. Nothing.

So I walk to where I work and pull the glass shop door open. Clark is at the counter and looks at me with remorse.

"I hope you're planning on getting fired today, Blade." He tells me. I laugh and nod, half meaning it. "Don't worry sassy pants, I got it all worked out." I tell him, now it's the truth. I will quit before he fires me.

Clark nervously fixes his hair. It's all pushed forward and makes a rainbow above his forehead. Only it's blonde with a big neon mesh of every colour. It bothers me, but so do my eyes. I guess you could say everything bright and colourful bothers me at this point. I don't have any mental disabilities unless you count extreme need to move and/or kill something wrong with a person.

I look over at the boss' door and wait. I know he's watching the camera, he always is, and he's planning on how to engage in this conversation with me so I don't sly my way back into another week of a job here at the worst corner store in the world! I swear it is, and I can be impressed when I want to. Believe me, I have tried to be impressed by this place, but I see nothing worth while looking at.

Though I will admit, this place has been going for more than four or five years, so I guess you could say that is something  impressive. Honestly I couldn't tell if he was being honest or is just messing with me to make me work here. Double shift. One day, one night. Yeah, it took an hour of convincing to make me actually consider working here.

Clark jumps when the ring of the door sounds abruptly. Man, he must be a nervous wreck right now. I don't get it, why should he be nervous when I'm the one getting fired for not coming. The teenager makes no sense at all. Then again, I don't either at most times I bet.

"H-Hello, sir." Clark stutters nervously. I nod towards the man, over-looking him at first, then I see that he is worth my attention. A somewhat worthy cause.

"Howdy stranger, welcome to this here corner store! How may I serve you for the next 10 seconds?" I ask with a genuine, charming, and welcoming, smirk of my own idiocy. I know the man is five times my weight and double my height, but why not mess with him. I'm sure I can take him on... in my sleep.

"I'm looking for..." he looks at the shelves, slowly, thinking about what he's looking for. It takes him too long and, before he can answer, I burst out; "Ding ding ding! Time is up man! Find it yourself please."

The man only looks at me and smiles with glee and the most obvious expressions of amusement. "I'm looking for a statue. One that might be considered... oh what's the word I'm looking for?" He asks. Clark is shaking, I can hear the chattering of his teeth and hardened breath as he tries to be tough. I am glad that me and him are not actually friends. I may be mean, but hey, I have great friends!

"Does it have to do with leaving?"

"No, but it is graceful, and valuable. Made of jade stone and crystal?"

I eye him suspiciously. What does he know about Skloth? What kind of biker guy looks for expensive statues?

"Sorry sir, but I don't know what you're talking about." I lie honestly. He chuckles and his eyes lock on mine.

"Sure, Blade. Have fun, and don't say I never offered." He tells me before leaving the store, nodding to Clark in acknowledgement.

Clark looks at me in fear, not knowing what to do. Like I have a clue. I shake my head and go after him as soon as he leaves the window's sight range. But the odd thing is, he's not there. He's gone.