Claire's Short Stories

Attempted Robbery

"Give me your wallet!" Claire heard a gun click behind her.

She stopped walking and took a deep breath. It was way too early to deal with this. She rose up her hands in the traditional surrender position, eyes rolling back into her skull.

"Dude, I really don't want to do this today..." Claire deadpanned.

"Sh-shut up! I will shoot!" The guy, clearly confused by her calm demeanor, shouted.

"Do it, then." She shrugged her shoulders and her eyes were only half-opened.

"Wh-what?!" The man sounded exasperated. "I could shoot you right now, and kill you, do you get that?!"

"No, no I get that," she continued to deadpan. Claire turned around and faced him, arms still raised and eyes still not fully opened. "I just don't care, honestly."

The man's eyebrows furrowed together, Claire noticed that his hands that were holding the gun had begun to shake. She took another deep breath and focused, a small bit of warmth creeping its way into her right hand. She bent her pointer finger, causing the man to pull the trigger.

A shot rang out. The bullet hit her throat and she fell backwards, all life seemingly vanishing from her body. The man was stunned, but he seized his opportunity and knelt over the body to take off Claire's purse that she had been carrying. However, as he looked over her lifeless corpse, he couldn't find it anywhere.

"What the f***? Where is it?"

Something tapped his shoulder. He quickly looked behind him, not registering what happened. As soon as his mind caught up with what was occurring, his whole body froze. He turned slowly, looking up at the girl he had just shot, except right now, she didn't seem so dead.

"Yeah... That wasn't your best idea," Claire said, right before punching him right in the face.

His form crumpled to the ground. Claire shook off her hand before dragging his body over to the wall on the left side of the alley they were in. She then looked down at her previous body. She sighed, pulled out her phone from her back pocket, and opened up her messages.

Hey, another body's gonna be coming over. Her thumbs typed furiously before hitting send.

Cool, what happened to this one? Her sister, Erin, typed back eventually.

Shot in the throat, guy tried to mug me.

Ah, gotcha. Ready whenever you send it over.

Claire opened up her purse and pulled out a small, compact mirror. She opened it and tossed it gently onto the ground, with the mirror sides facing up. Then, she picked up her own corpse and dropped it onto the mirror. It passed through with a flash, successfully entering Erin's place of residence. Claire held her hand over the mirror, the warmth returning once again as she pulled the small object up and into her hand.

Finally, she pocketed her two things and walked out of the alley.