Mary stood behind the counter at the local grocery store. Though it was far from a glamorous job, She held a sense of pride in being a contributing member of society. Eli had told her to start small and she would get places. Still, she couldn't help but check the clock every so often and yawn, impatiently waiting to go home. Especially since it had been so long since she had a nice warm bed to come home to.
"Hello?!" An annoyed voice came from behind her. She turned to realize that while she had been daydreaming, she had ignored the fact that a line was forming at her register. "I don't have all day, you know? So, if you could do your job that would be great." The man was much larger than Mary and he spoke in a manner that she felt was him trying to intimidate her. She wasn't scared, though. In fact, she felt a rage boil inside of her as he continued to berate her. Who did he think he was?, she thought. "I'm sorry that you were made to wait, Sir." She attempted to diffuse the situation but he wouldn't accept it. "Sorry ain't gonna give me my wasted time back, sweetcheeks. This is the problem with kids nowadays. They never wanna do any work."
Without warning, Mary gripped the man by his collar and pulled him down, slamming his head on the counter. As he slightly lifted his head up with an already bloody nose, She hopped up onto the counter and began to stomp on him. The group of customers in line attempted to pull her off of him but it was no use. She continued pounding on him until he became unrecognizable. A woman screamed that she was going to call 9-1-1 but Mary jumped down in front of her and pulled the phone from her hands, throwing it on the ground and causing it to shatter. "What's the matter with you?" She shouted and Mary gripped her hair, pulling her face closer to her own. "Why, that's obvious. Don't you know who I am?!" She chuckled, squeezing the woman's throat from behind. The woman gasped for breath and Mary only laughed harder, throwing her onto the ground to reveal a bloody handprint on her neck.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" The man's angry voice once again pulled her out of a day dream. This time, a much more realistic one. "You're doing it again. Unbelievable! I want to talk to your manager." The irate customer was standing right in front of her, completely unharmed. Mary was shaking, scared of her own thoughts. She thought she was better than this. This wasn't what she wanted to become. "I, um, yes sir. I'll go get him right now." The whole line groaned as the girl scurried off in an attempt to find her boss.
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Later that night, Eli was at home house attempting to cook dinner for the two of them. "So how'd the first day go?" She didn't respond, stuck in another thought. "Hey, earth to Mary." He snapped in her face, pulling her back to reality. "First day. I want a recap." Mary shrugged, feeling immensely embarrassed, not wanting Eli to find out about what happened and begin to hate her. Still, she didn't want to lie to him. "Well, I'm on probation already. One more screw up and I'm out the door." Eli's eyes widened. "What could you have possibly done on your first day to warrant that?" She stood, circling him and grabbing dishes to set the table with. "I guess it's more so what I didn't do. I'm having a hard time focusing... On anything really." Eli nodded. "I can tell." She looked a bit offended but he motioned to the silverware in her hands. "Who eats spaghetti with spoons?" "Oh." She forced a giggle, switching them out.
"What if i'm not meant to be good at this type of stuff, though?" Mary searched for Eli's opinion through a mouthful of noodles. He didn't quite understand what she meant. "I'm the spawn of two very evil people. What if being a normal sane person isn't in the cards i've been dealt?" Eli seemed to ponder the question, unsure at first of what to say. "Here's the thing... I feel like, deep down, you have a choice in the matter... And I think you're strong enough to make the right decision, no matter how far you stray from what is ideal." Mary just smiled, unsure if his words solved anything, but still attempting to hide her blush. He was trying and she owed him the same. "You do always know what to say to make me feel better, at least."
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No Rest for the Wicked || The Joker's Daughter { ON HIATUS}
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