User blog:Ronchellster/Prologue

Twenty three minutes, only twenty-three minutes to go and I'll be able to get out of this infernal heat, all because my boss doesn't want to pay for a new fan or fix the old one, and the empty store at this hour doesn't help, with nothing to distract me, this place seems even hotter. I would look for another job that wasn't working at a tiny convenience store if it wasn't the only thing close to home.

I look at the clock again, twenty-one minutes to freedom, that's if there's no problem, now and then someone comes along at the last minute and I have to stay until he or she leaves, that's when it's not a slime messing the floor or a cold werecat spitting on the floor, then it's another six minutes of cleaning, but that's not even the worst part, once an elf appeared out of nowhere with a bag of cereal and kept asking about every item on the ingredient list, FOR ONE MTF HOUR.

Suddenly the door opens and thank god it's an ogre, a little taller than average, if she doesn't get stressed I can get out of here as planned. She doesn't ask anything, just scrolls through the magazine rack, my boss doesn't like customers reading magazines without paying, but I don't mind, I might as well ignore her until it's time to leave.

The door opens again, this time a man, he is thin but with a well defined bearing, wears loose clothes, a gray shirt and faded red pants and also slippers, his hair was brown. At first I think he's an incubus, but I'm not sure, incubi tend to have an... imposing presence, that man's was pretty weird, reminds me of a time I saw a Nura on the street. He goes to the freezer and come to the counter with four cans of soda, kind of unusual considering he's a human, but not my problem either. I register the order at the cashier who chose this moment to break, oh god, this means I'll have to report the problem to my boss and work unpaid overtime.

- Any problem? - Asks the man.

- Just one thing with the machine. - I answer. - Just a minute, I'll figure it out.

I try to pass the products again hoping the machine works, same problem, restart while looking at the clock, seventeen minutes until my shift ends. A shadow of shape above us, is the ogre, who looked rather impatient, was waiting behind the man.

- Hey! - She says. - I want to take this. She lifts a stack of five magazines with one hand.

- Hi! - Answers the boy before I can say anything. - He was taking care of me.

She glares at him with obvious irritation, what happened in the meantime? I look over to the corner where she was and find five large empty beer bottles lying on the floor, what hell, when she picked it up?

- Ma'am, if you'll give me a moment… - I try to dialogue, but she doesn't seem willing to talk.

I'm start to think about how to deal with a drunken ogre, but the guy in front of me steps forward and says:

- If you want to be assisted, you have to wait your turn like everyone else. - Surely this guy has never seen a nervous ogre.

- What a noisy little man. - She says.

I've seen it all, if she's married, the boy will be thrown against the shelf, if not then... I'll have to stay until late to clean up. She closes her hand to his shoulder, but at the last moment she pulls back, it was too fast, but I got the impression I saw something hit her hand for a split second. The ogre looks at her hand strangely, for a second I think everything will be fine, but then she moves her other arm towards him, with force and violence, I recoiled scared, the boy moves at the same moment.

After that the world seemed to slow down, everything was moving like in slow motion, except for one thing, his arm, with a quick movement he hits the ogre's wrist, then gets up and hits her with a karate chop at her temple., then another blow to the carotid artery, followed by one to the collarbone, then the spleen, and finally the corner of the stomach. The world is back to normal, the ogre's eyes go completely white and she falls unconscious in the cashier foaming at the mouth. With the beat, the cashier starts working again.

- Sweet Dreams. - Says him smiling slightly.

I start to register prices at the checkout, always looking at the monster girl, waiting for her to wake up. Having registered everything, the boy takes all the cans and pays in coins.

- Your first time seeing something like that? - He asks. I nod positively and he smiles in response. - What would you say if I told you that where I'm going there can be much more?

That was a very simple question, but it touched me deeply, I've seen some monster fights before, usually in movies or drunken fights, but on neither occasion did I feel like now, I was scared of course, but in the same time my heart was… happy? If I had to describe…

- It's like this was the first time you've truly lived, isn't it? - He says and I just nod.

Without thinking too much I close the shop early and follow him, I look at the clock one last time, thirteen minutes to the end of my shift, I hope this isn't a bad omen.