Do things the way you've always done them
Bells jingled as he opened the door and let is slap shut behind him. The clerk behind the counter looked up as him for a moment, before turning back to her magazine, popping her gum loudly. The sounds of the telly drifted across the room as he walked down one of the aisles, fingers drifting over the brightly colored bags of crisps.
“Thank you, John. Tonight, breaking news in an ongoing police investigation. We’ll have more after the break.” A woman said, before ads started to run. He turned a corner, looking at the lines of drinks before spying a bottle of beer. Alcohol in hand he turned wordlessly toward the door.
“Hey…you gonna pay for that?”
Stopping, he frowned and looked toward the woman.
“The beer? You gonna pay for that?” She smacked her gum as she set the magazine down and stood. “Cos I need some id and five bucks.”
“And we are back. NYPD made a statement today that said they had a new lead in the series of deaths they have attributed to a Vampire Cult.” A picture came up on the screen, pulling his attention as he wandered toward the counter.
“ID?” She asked, holding her hand out expectantly.
“William Hastings is believed to have information that is vital to the case, however Mr. Hastings was badly injured a few nights ago, and police need your help to locate him.”
The girl glanced at the telly, then back at him curiously before popping her gum one more time. “Hey….hey you’se that guy!” She said over the telly, reaching for the phone before his hand shot out of grab her’s.
“Don’…”
“Jesus, man…Your hands like fuckin’ ice. You alright?”
He looked at her darkly, before glancing at the door again. “Don’ call anyone.” He didn’t know what the police wanted, but he was not in the mood.
“Bu…”
“No…”
She wanted until he started to turn away, intent on calling authorities even if ‘William Hastings’ didn’t want her to. But as she lifted the receiver there was no one to expect what happened next. Her back smashed into the shelves of cigarettes, raining them down on the floor before she was jerked forward and slammed into the counter. She cried out as he head slammed down again and again. Her cries became garbled gasp for air as blood splattered across the counter and floor.
“You should have listened…” he removed absently, before the girl dropped to the floor in a broken heap. He didn’t look at her twice after that, only taking his beer and turning to walk out of the store. Shame people didn’t listen more. Would be so much less of a waste.
“Thank you, John. Tonight, breaking news in an ongoing police investigation. We’ll have more after the break.” A woman said, before ads started to run. He turned a corner, looking at the lines of drinks before spying a bottle of beer. Alcohol in hand he turned wordlessly toward the door.
“Hey…you gonna pay for that?”
Stopping, he frowned and looked toward the woman.
“The beer? You gonna pay for that?” She smacked her gum as she set the magazine down and stood. “Cos I need some id and five bucks.”
“And we are back. NYPD made a statement today that said they had a new lead in the series of deaths they have attributed to a Vampire Cult.” A picture came up on the screen, pulling his attention as he wandered toward the counter.
“ID?” She asked, holding her hand out expectantly.
“William Hastings is believed to have information that is vital to the case, however Mr. Hastings was badly injured a few nights ago, and police need your help to locate him.”
The girl glanced at the telly, then back at him curiously before popping her gum one more time. “Hey….hey you’se that guy!” She said over the telly, reaching for the phone before his hand shot out of grab her’s.
“Don’…”
“Jesus, man…Your hands like fuckin’ ice. You alright?”
He looked at her darkly, before glancing at the door again. “Don’ call anyone.” He didn’t know what the police wanted, but he was not in the mood.
“Bu…”
“No…”
She wanted until he started to turn away, intent on calling authorities even if ‘William Hastings’ didn’t want her to. But as she lifted the receiver there was no one to expect what happened next. Her back smashed into the shelves of cigarettes, raining them down on the floor before she was jerked forward and slammed into the counter. She cried out as he head slammed down again and again. Her cries became garbled gasp for air as blood splattered across the counter and floor.
“You should have listened…” he removed absently, before the girl dropped to the floor in a broken heap. He didn’t look at her twice after that, only taking his beer and turning to walk out of the store. Shame people didn’t listen more. Would be so much less of a waste.