Genesis

Strawberry Mint

     "How the hell did I manage to get stuck with the least qualified person here?" Colt scoffed in a low voice.

     "Well it's not like I asked to be stuck with you either," I spat quietly, crossing my arms and looking away.

     "Seriously though," he continued in a whispering, harsh tone, "We don't even know if there are ragers in here and I get stuck with the burden?"

     "Well if that's what you think of me then why don't you just leave me here like you were going to leave me in the woods when Lucius found me?" I snipped, hurt by his comment as I stared at him. There were a few moments of intense glaring as I realized that I didn't find it hard anymore to match the strength in his eyes, using the anger bubbling in my chest as fuel.

     He was the first to look away, and I felt a small burst of glee from the small victory. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I pushed myself to my feet.

     "Now that we're in here, we might as well look around," I whispered, hearing the ragers outside calming down. Probably losing interest now that they couldn't hear or see us. He stood up with a disgruntled look on his face, and we started to walk towards the arches that led to the main shopping area, and I almost laughed from joy when we entered.

     Every aisle of the store was fully stocked with all manners of items, ranging from clothing to toys to food. A huge grin spread across my face as I had an idea, and sped off to find it. I flew through the line of checkout counters, and half-walked half-ran past the different sections. I turned right into an aisle with a bunch of glowing refrigerators, looking left and right to spot the item of my desire-... until I found it.

     I pulled open a fridge door, and grabbed a cup on strawberry-mint ice-cream, removing the lid and grasping the wooden spoon stuck behind it before I ripped off the layer of colored paper and dug the spoon into the cold surface of the sweet, delicious food. 

     Colt turned the aisle to find me devouring the ice-cream without so much of a glance to him.

     "What are you doing?" he asked me, looking very unimpressed.

     I dropped the cup, having eaten every ounce of ice-cream, before pulling out another and opening it as quick as my hands would allow.

     "What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" I asked him, "I'm eating," I stated, beginning to devour the next cup I grabbed, before opening the fridge door once more, grabbing a cup of vanilla ice-cream, and reaching my arm out towards him.

     "Here," I told him, "Take it."

     He stared at it for a moment, as I swore I saw the grimace leave his face for even just a second before it returned, "No, thanks," he told me.

     "Suit yourself," I told him, shoving the cup back into the fridge and continuing to inhale my own ice-cream.

     He stared at me with a puzzled expression, "How the hell can you eat so fast?"

     I crumpled the now empty paper cup I was holding before dropping it, and grabbing another ice-cream from the fridge, "What do you want me to say?" I asked him, shoving another scoop of ice-cream into my mouth, "I'm hungry."

     I continued eating without a care in the world as he continued to criticize me, "Seriously, if you don't slow down you're going to get a b--"

     "B-Brainfreeze," I said suddenly as my head and jaw ached from the cold. I put my hands up to rub my temples as I squinted in pain.

     "Told you so," Colt said as I imagined a look of cruel satisfaction on his face.