Getting Fired

So this was another thing I wrote in the "642 things to write about" book, that I had fun writing! The prompt was, "Write a scene in which a woman is fired after only a week on the job. Just a week earlier, the same person who is now firing her was very persuasive in convincing her to take the job", and I wasn't sure I would like writing it. But then an idea came and I enjoyed it very much! Though I am sure the publishers of this book didn't have these types of scenarios in mind, I really love writing about all these prompts!

                                                            Getting Fired
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Shelly, but we are going to have to let you go. I thought... I thought you were much smarter then you have proven yourself to be. You... just... can't do anything, you can't learn anything... In your interview you seemed perfect! You are a really great liar I guess. I thought you were genuine, I thought you were exactly what you told me. But... I just don't get it. I have told you the same thing four times in a row and yet you still don't get it. Are you an actress or something? Is that how you get these jobs that you listed on your resume?"

Simon continued to rattle on like the asshole he was. This douche-bag had begged me... begged me! To take this job. I didn't trick him or lie to him in any way. He knows everything about my past and he still begged me to take this job. Told me I was perfect for it, that I would fit right in. He obviously just wanted to get into my pants and nothing more. Ugh, what a pig. He never even trained me, hell I haven't even seen him since I started. He has no idea how I am doing here and is just firing me because I won't sleep with him.

Shelly stared at the letter opener on Simon's desk while thinking these thoughts. Before she knew what was happening, she grabbed the letter opener and shoved it into Simon's right eye. A smirk lit up her face as the word "bitch" followed her out the door.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK!!!!!!!! Also-ST Chapter 7!

Yay! Personalized bday post for Mark.. haha I hope you have a great bday! =)

But here is the next Chapter! Woo! I think I am close to be doing with ST.. Though I love it so and it was going to be a longer novel, the more I think about it the more I see it is meant to be a shorter story.. so we will see! I love my characters, and I do know what the next book is going to be about so who knows! Anyways, enjoy!

            Priscilla led me out of the store, the other people following to go to their separate homes. Before the boy and his sister left, I felt him tug at my sleeve. “Hey mister… my name is Matthew, and this is my sister Jessica. Hope you like it here!” With that he ran off, trying to catch up with his bigger sister with the longer steps. I smirked, already liking this town. Priscilla showed me an empty apartment, which I rented out right away. I could definitely live her for a long time. It was a simple town with simple people and I knew they would leave me alone if I wanted them to, despite how small it was. I was able to blend in quite easily, disguising my feedings as hunting trips, as the men in Tramden were want to do. In order to satisfy my hunger, I would leave for three days at a time, getting as much deer as I possibly could to hold me off until my next three day trek. I would tell people, if they asked, that I was just going on a short hunting trip, and as long as I brought back a carcass every now and again, no one asked questions. I was even able to buy myself a set of new knives, having lost my previous set in the last town, claiming they were for hunting when in fact they were my weapon of choice in a fight. I never knew if Valentine would come for me or if he would send some of his lackey’s, I wasn’t that great in hand to hand combat, but I was decent with a knife. .

            I had been in Tramden for about a year when everything started to change. I didn’t even notice it at first; I had gotten so comfortable in the town that I had let myself go. I could no longer hone my sense as well as I used to be able to and I was barely able to read anyone’s mind anymore. Because I grew comfortable, my power grew weaker, as a human body grow weaker without exercise. I had made a few friends in Tramden, people I was on a “Hi, how is your day going?” basis; Matthew being my constant companion. He was always coming over showing me the latest toy his grandma had gotten him, trailing me wherever I went, offering to help and chatting away on whatever topic he could think of. When I found out it was Valentine that had killed his parent’s, my hatred for Valentine only grew. If I had only known what he was going to do, I would have left this town and Matthew behind. Unfortunately, with me not using any of my skills, I didn’t even notice when Valentine starting coming back to town. I never saw him physically and even though my mind wasn’t shielded, his was. I had grown way to weak to even notice someone prying into my thoughts. I started noticing the changes when I was coming back from a hunting trip one day. I was walking through town, which was surprisingly empty, when I felt something hit the back of my head. “What the…”I turned quickly around, but didn’t see anything. I looked down and saw a rock by my feet. Had someone just thrown a rock at me? I thought it must have been a mistake and made my way back to my apartment, the incident leaving my mind.

            The next evening, a similar incident happened. I was walking to one of the stores in a once again empty town, when something large hit my back. I spun around, trying to see who had done it, but again saw nothing, my movements to slow. This time on the floor at my feet was a two-by-four. “What the hell is going on?” I tried looking through the shadows, but couldn’t hone my sight enough to discern anything but more shadows. I turned away from the store and headed home instead, sticking to darker shadows, blending with them so I wouldn’t stand out; at least I could still do that much. As I got closer to my home a realization hit; I was losing my power. It was fading from me because I had let myself get too comfortable. I needed to get back into shape, I needed to be ready at all times.

            I stayed in my apartment the rest of that night and well into the next day. I didn’t want to go out anymore and definitely not during the middle of the day when I would be at my weakest. I finally was able to fall asleep somewhere around noon, my body taking over because it needed the rest. A few hours later, I was woken by a loud pounding on my door. I sat up in bed, shook my head and squinted towards the door. It wasn’t someone knocking on it, it was someone throwing things at it. I could hear the murmur of a crown outside and I tried to focus my mind on the murmurs, but all I got was the color red. “Shit”, I thought, that meant all they had was death and murder on their minds; this was not a good sign. I got up, dressed and went to the door. The pounding had stopped; it was as if they knew I was going to come out. I opened the door and on the ground in front of my building stood every person who lived in Tramden. They all looked at me with death on their minds and fear in their eyes and yet I had no idea what was going on. I heard a loud, shrill scream come from the back of the crowd and the people parted, letting Priscilla through. She was covered in blood and holding something in her hands, crying and screaming at the same time. As a creature losing his power, I knew it would be a bad idea to get cornered by this crowd, so I walked downstairs, Priscilla and the mob in front of my, the empty town behind me.

           

            “How… could you? How could you? Howcouldyou howcouldyou howcouldyou…” Priscilla was repeating that over and over in that high voice of hers, screaming in between each question. She continued to walk towards me with the thing in her hands; the thing that was dripping blood onto the dirt. When she got close enough I could finally see what it was. I gasped, trying to comprehend. No… it couldn’t be… it just couldn’t be… would he really stoop to this level? Just to torture me? I reached out to touch him, to touch Matthew, a kid so young he didn’t know better but to befriend a monster like me, a monster that led to his undoing. I felt sick as I noticed his face was grinning, as if Valentine had pushed the corners of Matthew’s mouth into a smile just to mock me. Both of Matthew’s eyes were gone, Valentine enjoying a snack it seemed, making the smile even more gruesome. As one last “gift” to me, Valentine had slit his throat. Instead of drinking all the blood and saving Matthew from a horrible death, Valentine had let him bleed out, making him suffer. I fell to my knees in front of them, red tears running down my cheeks. I had never meant for this…

            “You were his son? And you said you didn’t even know him? How could you betray us? How could you do this to Matthew? Now his sister has no one!” She threw his corpse at my feet and I reached out to stroke Matthew’s cold cheek, not sure what my next move was. The mob then all started screaming at me, calling me names, threatening me, raising clubs and bats in my direction. The anger that hit me was instantaneous. I didn’t fucking do all this, how dare they blame me. I would never hurt anyone let alone a child. A child I called my friend and bought toys for.  It was only monsters like Valentine who would do that. I could feel my fangs grow and I knew my pupils had gone completely black. My veins were pulsing with the anger running through me. I had a thought then. An evil thought. Valentine had made me like him so that I didn’t have to put up with shit like this, so I didn’t have to deal with humans and have their emotions. I stood up, my heart racing from the anger in my blood. Without even looking, I shoved my hand into the chest of the person closest to me and ripped out their heart. At least I had my strength, no matter how relaxed I had become. I looked at who it was; oh… John. He had always been a pleasant fellow. Well… not anymore. He had comical look of surprise on his face as he fell backwards. No one tried to catch him. The mob got quiet then, terrified of me as I brought the heart to my mouth, ready to finally have my first taste of human blood. I felt the red drain out of their minds and heard the laughter in mine. I knew you had it in you. Now finish them all off.

            I snapped out of my anger as soon as I heard his voice in my head. I shook my head, as if waking from a dream. I looked at the heart in my hand in horror. ‘Oh God… what have I done’. Had Valentine made me do this?  I looked back to the mob, now just a crowd of scared people more than a mob. Red tears ran down my cheeks again as I dropped the heart; I heard an audible ‘plop’ as it hit the dirt. Someone in the crowd started to cry; probably John’s wife. I looked around at the people again, the people who had trusted me, who I had grown fond of.

            “I never meant for any of this to happen…” I whispered this, but I thrust the thought in everyone’s mind so they heard it clearly. I stepped back a few paces, took a couple running steps then leaped over the crowd, the people gasping as I cleared their heads. “Please believe me when I say that…” with that last comment I turned and ran out of Tramden, Valentine’s laughter never leaving my head.