Cheshire Avengers {Re-Write}

Chapter 2

"You're late."

Shit.

"I-I am?" I squeal, backing into a wall.

"Yep." And the woman turns away from me. "Get your late-ass self to work."

Zoe. She's a tiny lady. About 60 years old.  I never understand her. She's African-American and doesn't mess around. Well sometimes, you can never really tell. She's smarter than anyone I've ever met. And probably anyone I'll ever meet.

"ORDER UP!" A man yells.

"I NEED MORE SILVERWARE!" I hear someone scream.

"AMANDA GET YO ASS OVER HERE!"

Amanda. That's me. Shoot. Shit. F{}ck. What did I do? I stand here, terrified. I can't move. That was Zoe. But I somehow find the courage to move my legs to her little office.

Zoe's office is a cute little place. Pink cushioned chairs and pastel wallpaper almost makes it look like a happy little place. Like nothing bad ever happens in there.

"Have a seat sugar." She tells me as the scented air freshener hits me.

I seat myself and place my hands in my lap, careful not to disturb anything. Her office is so full of glass. And you can't hear the dinners from here.

"You called me?" I ask, nervous.

"Yes. Amanda. I'm so sorry." She starts.

My heart stops. I can't breathe.

"W-What?" I ask.

"We're gonna have to let you go honey."

"I'm fired?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You're late too much. You're the only cook. We already have a replacement."

"Y-you can't do this! I need this job so much!"

"I'm sorry. But I have to."

Fired. In less then a second I'm standing at the back door, tears welling in my eyes. Fired. I won't get money anymore. I need to find a new job.

{Skip to night}
Night. I've been looking for jobs and have found a few. But none will pay rent. It's around 12pm. So I better get ready for my second, {Well now only} job. I pull on my costume and head outside.

{1am}
As I walk along the roofs, I hear a siren go off, and head towards it right away, wasting no time. I leap across roofs and find the site. A bank. Alarms are going off and the lights are flashing, and two masked figures run around on the inside.

I gracefully land on the ground after taking a jump that would break a humans legs, but not mine. Because I am most definitely not human.  I slip inside the blaring bank and follow one of the figures into a vault.

"I've got-" She {one figure} starts. And then she falls, hitting the ground.

I knocked her out cold. Now for the other one.  Where are they? I think, and he answers my question by running up behind me. I catch his arm before he can hit me, and I twist it behind his back.

Then something goes off, and I hit the ground. I passed out.

{Skip}

"She's waking up."

"Good."

"Can I leave now? I'm gonna die without food."

"Clint. It's literally been three hours."

"Awwwwwwwww."

My vision is coming back, and I can now see I'm tied to a chair. How fun.  The red head must also see I'm awake.

"Hello." She tells me.

"Hey." I respond, pulling at the restraints.

"I have a few questions for you." She sits down. "And I'll expect you have answers."

"Depends." I say.

"Ok. First of all. Why where you at a crime scene?" She asks, staring into my eyes.

"No." I respond. "I have a question. Who are you?"

"Why where you at a crime scene?"

"Who are you?"

I'm getting tired of this. I want my answers.

"Answer my question."

"Answer mine."

Her eyes drill into mine. A look of pure hate fills them.

"Fine. Clint?" She asks.

Who is Clint? I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my neck.

"Ow!" I yelp out.

The footsteps of "Clint" leave the room again leaving me with the strange lady,

"Ok, one last time. Why where you at a crime scene?" She says.

"Ugh. Will you stop? I'd like an answer to my question too." I snap.

She looks, well, a bit shocked.

"Clint?" She asks, and a man comes behind her.

"Yes?"

"That was truth syrup right?"

"Yes.

"Why isn't it working?"

"I'm not really sure."

"Hah." I laugh.

They both turn to face me, and I begin to cackle. Truth syrup? I'm not a human.

"What's going on?" The man asks.

"Why are you laughing?" The red-head asks.

"It won't work on me." I gasp out. I stand up, and teleport about an inch away, freeing me.

They both stick guns in my face. How pathetic.

Hope y'all liked the second part!!
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