Post by Ellie on Feb 13, 2005 21:57:46 GMT -5
title: Spying Demons
Fandom: Original
author: Ellie
Spying Demons
Jena was good at her job. She had been a cashier for three years, and no matter how much shit she went through she still greeted each customer with a big smile. Even the grumpy annoyers, who no mater how nice you were they were always grumpy and mean. But she dealt with them with a smile and sent them away.
It had been a hard month. There were only seven regular employees, two had quit, one fired and one was away on leave. She was taking the slack for the missing four, and it was wearing her out. Eight hours a day at fast food seemed to feel like sixteen after she got home to relax.
She had no time to do anything, and her to read pile of books just seemed to get bigger. Sure she liked the money, but she wasn’t a big money person. She was simple. She liked to watch movies and read books. So what if the others called her boring, she was, she would admit it.
That day everything was doing well until as she was taking her fiftieth order of the day. She had asked if the wanted to make it a value meal, and as she looked up at the man’s face it blurred. She blinked her eyes, maybe just tired. Seven eight hour days without a day off was wearing on her heavily. But after blinking her eyes his face was still blurry as if smudged. After that order the next person was fine. But through out the rest of her day some people, women, men and even children’s faces were all blurred.
She went straight home and went to sleep. Her nightmares of burning fries and nagging customers haunted her, as well did blurred out faces. She woke up tired, and in need of a shower. With that all done, she dragged herself too work. As she walked in Jena heard her boss talking to the opener, bitching more likely. Oh great she told herself, as she hung up her jacket and made sure her name tag was on.
“Jena you have to work tomorrow,” her boss said finally before she went to clock in.
“But tomorrow is my day off,” she said knowing she would have to work no matter what, so there was no way she was going to win if she started a fight.
“Mike can’t work tomorrow, but you can have his day off.”<br>
She sighed and looked at the employee folder. “But that is three days.”<br>
“I need you here, you know corporate should be in any day now. And you know they like you. Just having you here is going to get us a passing grade.”<br>
She replaced the binder. “Whatever,” she said going to clock in. Another horrible day followed by more. She stepped up to the counter and smiled brightly as her first customer of the day stepped up.
Less then twenty orders later she was starting to see peoples faces smudged again. She had to step to the side and rub her eyes before she took another order. It was starting to bug her. Towards the end of the night the blurring was fading, but instead of human features she would see I longer chin, an extra eye, large bubbly foreheads. Towards the end she kept asking the other manager if she could go home. It was staring to disturb her. She didn’t like that feeling at work.
So she went home, took a long hot shower until her sister put on the dishwasher and stole the hot water, and dressed in her pjs and fell instantly to sleep. Her dreams this time were of nozzles falling off the soda machine soaking her in soda and now what she thinks are demons grinning at her over the counter. Forcing herself out of the dream breathing hard, she curls in a ball looking at them time. Four hours until work. It was supposed to be her day off.
That day the blurriness was gone, but in place she could see them. Their heads were large, eyes small and beady, huge bumpy foreheads, and long pointy chins. Their teeth were small and sharp, crimson tongues moved between dried out lips as they talked. By her thirty she was freaked out, and the boss was noticing.
“Jena what’s wrong?” she asked as Jena sat in the back head on the salad table staring at the wall.
“There’s something wrong with them,” she said.
“With who?”<br>
“The customers. They look like monsters.”<br>
She laughed. “You’ve worked here for three years and your just noticing they are monsters. I’ve worked her less and I know that.”<br>
She looked up seriously. “No. They LOOK like demons. They have bubbly foreheads, and long chins. Sharp little teeth that look like they can eat someone with. It fucking horrible.”<br>
“Jena,” her boss said voice a bit high. “Watch your language.”<br>
“Whatever. Don’t you have a customer?” she asked before laying her head on the table.
Back to work, and it just seemed to get worse. Now their hands had changed. Dry skinned long hands and fingers with long yellowish nails. Soon she fought from flinching when they handed her the money.
The next day was exactly like the day before. But this time, they were starting to smell. She could smell it. Putrid. Nasty. Making her wrinkle her nose in disgust, and nauseate her stomach. Worse then her middle sister, and the girl smelt BAD.
She just to had to make it through the day. She was off tomorrow, she needed it, wanted it. So she tried to make excuses to get to work in the back every so often, and they let her. So she only had to be on cash register for four hours instead of eight.
The next day she turned off her phone laid in bed all day and read. She was on her second book when she noticed how late it was. With a sigh she forced herself to sleep to brave work the next day. She was rested and sleep was good. Maybe just maybe she was over worked. Maybe.
But the day off didn’t work. They were there. “Do you see them?” she asked one of her coworkers.
“See what?” she whispered.
“The demons,” Jena said.
“No. Are you okay?”<br>
She just shook her head. Maybe she was sick. Maybe she had something wrong with her. She dragged her lazy boss to the back to have a talk with her. She wasn’t doing anything anyway.
“I need to go home,” he said.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because,” she said looking around she lowered her voice. “Something’s wrong with me. I’m seeing demons. They don’t look like the other customers. Ans they have gross hands, and they smell bad. I can’t take much more.” She was on the verge of tears. She had never acted in such a way.
“We are already short handed. I can’t just let you leave.”<br>
“Well if you help,” she stopped knowing she had just crossed the line.
Her boss stood there hands on her hips glaring at her. She tilted her head looking at the ground. “I think you need to sweep and mop.”<br>
Ah the ultimate punishment. She hated sweeping and mopping. Every since her last job. But that’s okay she used it to get away rom the customers. She was sweeping when she looked up at the counters. Two coworkers took orders and there were five demon things in line and a few humans scattered around. Her heart pound, they didn’t notice.
That night she snuck into her parents room. Crazy or not this would help her, she thought as she took the revolver from the box from the top of her parents closet. She checked to see if it was loaded. Maybe she was crazy, and what if they were normal human beings? What if they weren’t, her mind said. It was loaded. Tomorrow she would finally see.
“Corporate will be in tomorrow,” her boss was saying to them.
She shrugged. She waited. Only humans came up and ordered. Where were the demons? She asked looking at the clock. Eleven, almost noon. Soon it will be lunch time.
“Jena take the garbage out,” her boss said. She was still pissed at her from yesterday. She didn’t care, and taking the garbage out let her leave the hot sticky store. She let the crisp air roll over her skin, as she hummed down the walk way. The nice janitor dumped the large can for her. She thanked him and took her time back. Inside she placed a new bag in the can and washed her hands.
“Lunch rush,” the boss said. “Get on cash register.”<br>
She went up, and sure enough they were there. She felt in her deep pocket. She hadn’t forgotten it. The demon came up and ordered. “I know what you are,” she said. The demon looked at her puzzled. “I see what you are.”<br>
She took the gun from her pocket. No one noticed until she fired. The demon lay on the ground, she smiled as she looked down at it. The gun was held loosely at her side. People looked down horrified. Except for the demons they looked at her angrily.
“See she,” looking at the fallen demon. “I told you!”<br>
“What is it?” someone asked.
“Its horrible.”<br>
“Have you looked at yourself?” One of the demons asked her hiding behind the glass post.
“What?” she asked catching her reflection. It wasn’t hers. A demon. She was a demon. No. She felt her face with her free hand. And sure enough she had the long chin, and bumpy forehead. She looked at her hands.
“Oh god,” she said and she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
Brain matter dripped from the soda machine, and her coworkers huddled away from her dead body shaken. But it wasn’t her. Not anymore.
“What happened to her face?” her boss asked.
“She was one of them too,” her coworker said looking at the frightened crowd. “Are there anymore?”<br>
“She said she saw all kinds,” the boss said.
“I wonder which ones are the demons.”
Fandom: Original
author: Ellie
Spying Demons
Jena was good at her job. She had been a cashier for three years, and no matter how much shit she went through she still greeted each customer with a big smile. Even the grumpy annoyers, who no mater how nice you were they were always grumpy and mean. But she dealt with them with a smile and sent them away.
It had been a hard month. There were only seven regular employees, two had quit, one fired and one was away on leave. She was taking the slack for the missing four, and it was wearing her out. Eight hours a day at fast food seemed to feel like sixteen after she got home to relax.
She had no time to do anything, and her to read pile of books just seemed to get bigger. Sure she liked the money, but she wasn’t a big money person. She was simple. She liked to watch movies and read books. So what if the others called her boring, she was, she would admit it.
That day everything was doing well until as she was taking her fiftieth order of the day. She had asked if the wanted to make it a value meal, and as she looked up at the man’s face it blurred. She blinked her eyes, maybe just tired. Seven eight hour days without a day off was wearing on her heavily. But after blinking her eyes his face was still blurry as if smudged. After that order the next person was fine. But through out the rest of her day some people, women, men and even children’s faces were all blurred.
She went straight home and went to sleep. Her nightmares of burning fries and nagging customers haunted her, as well did blurred out faces. She woke up tired, and in need of a shower. With that all done, she dragged herself too work. As she walked in Jena heard her boss talking to the opener, bitching more likely. Oh great she told herself, as she hung up her jacket and made sure her name tag was on.
“Jena you have to work tomorrow,” her boss said finally before she went to clock in.
“But tomorrow is my day off,” she said knowing she would have to work no matter what, so there was no way she was going to win if she started a fight.
“Mike can’t work tomorrow, but you can have his day off.”<br>
She sighed and looked at the employee folder. “But that is three days.”<br>
“I need you here, you know corporate should be in any day now. And you know they like you. Just having you here is going to get us a passing grade.”<br>
She replaced the binder. “Whatever,” she said going to clock in. Another horrible day followed by more. She stepped up to the counter and smiled brightly as her first customer of the day stepped up.
Less then twenty orders later she was starting to see peoples faces smudged again. She had to step to the side and rub her eyes before she took another order. It was starting to bug her. Towards the end of the night the blurring was fading, but instead of human features she would see I longer chin, an extra eye, large bubbly foreheads. Towards the end she kept asking the other manager if she could go home. It was staring to disturb her. She didn’t like that feeling at work.
So she went home, took a long hot shower until her sister put on the dishwasher and stole the hot water, and dressed in her pjs and fell instantly to sleep. Her dreams this time were of nozzles falling off the soda machine soaking her in soda and now what she thinks are demons grinning at her over the counter. Forcing herself out of the dream breathing hard, she curls in a ball looking at them time. Four hours until work. It was supposed to be her day off.
That day the blurriness was gone, but in place she could see them. Their heads were large, eyes small and beady, huge bumpy foreheads, and long pointy chins. Their teeth were small and sharp, crimson tongues moved between dried out lips as they talked. By her thirty she was freaked out, and the boss was noticing.
“Jena what’s wrong?” she asked as Jena sat in the back head on the salad table staring at the wall.
“There’s something wrong with them,” she said.
“With who?”<br>
“The customers. They look like monsters.”<br>
She laughed. “You’ve worked here for three years and your just noticing they are monsters. I’ve worked her less and I know that.”<br>
She looked up seriously. “No. They LOOK like demons. They have bubbly foreheads, and long chins. Sharp little teeth that look like they can eat someone with. It fucking horrible.”<br>
“Jena,” her boss said voice a bit high. “Watch your language.”<br>
“Whatever. Don’t you have a customer?” she asked before laying her head on the table.
Back to work, and it just seemed to get worse. Now their hands had changed. Dry skinned long hands and fingers with long yellowish nails. Soon she fought from flinching when they handed her the money.
The next day was exactly like the day before. But this time, they were starting to smell. She could smell it. Putrid. Nasty. Making her wrinkle her nose in disgust, and nauseate her stomach. Worse then her middle sister, and the girl smelt BAD.
She just to had to make it through the day. She was off tomorrow, she needed it, wanted it. So she tried to make excuses to get to work in the back every so often, and they let her. So she only had to be on cash register for four hours instead of eight.
The next day she turned off her phone laid in bed all day and read. She was on her second book when she noticed how late it was. With a sigh she forced herself to sleep to brave work the next day. She was rested and sleep was good. Maybe just maybe she was over worked. Maybe.
But the day off didn’t work. They were there. “Do you see them?” she asked one of her coworkers.
“See what?” she whispered.
“The demons,” Jena said.
“No. Are you okay?”<br>
She just shook her head. Maybe she was sick. Maybe she had something wrong with her. She dragged her lazy boss to the back to have a talk with her. She wasn’t doing anything anyway.
“I need to go home,” he said.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because,” she said looking around she lowered her voice. “Something’s wrong with me. I’m seeing demons. They don’t look like the other customers. Ans they have gross hands, and they smell bad. I can’t take much more.” She was on the verge of tears. She had never acted in such a way.
“We are already short handed. I can’t just let you leave.”<br>
“Well if you help,” she stopped knowing she had just crossed the line.
Her boss stood there hands on her hips glaring at her. She tilted her head looking at the ground. “I think you need to sweep and mop.”<br>
Ah the ultimate punishment. She hated sweeping and mopping. Every since her last job. But that’s okay she used it to get away rom the customers. She was sweeping when she looked up at the counters. Two coworkers took orders and there were five demon things in line and a few humans scattered around. Her heart pound, they didn’t notice.
That night she snuck into her parents room. Crazy or not this would help her, she thought as she took the revolver from the box from the top of her parents closet. She checked to see if it was loaded. Maybe she was crazy, and what if they were normal human beings? What if they weren’t, her mind said. It was loaded. Tomorrow she would finally see.
“Corporate will be in tomorrow,” her boss was saying to them.
She shrugged. She waited. Only humans came up and ordered. Where were the demons? She asked looking at the clock. Eleven, almost noon. Soon it will be lunch time.
“Jena take the garbage out,” her boss said. She was still pissed at her from yesterday. She didn’t care, and taking the garbage out let her leave the hot sticky store. She let the crisp air roll over her skin, as she hummed down the walk way. The nice janitor dumped the large can for her. She thanked him and took her time back. Inside she placed a new bag in the can and washed her hands.
“Lunch rush,” the boss said. “Get on cash register.”<br>
She went up, and sure enough they were there. She felt in her deep pocket. She hadn’t forgotten it. The demon came up and ordered. “I know what you are,” she said. The demon looked at her puzzled. “I see what you are.”<br>
She took the gun from her pocket. No one noticed until she fired. The demon lay on the ground, she smiled as she looked down at it. The gun was held loosely at her side. People looked down horrified. Except for the demons they looked at her angrily.
“See she,” looking at the fallen demon. “I told you!”<br>
“What is it?” someone asked.
“Its horrible.”<br>
“Have you looked at yourself?” One of the demons asked her hiding behind the glass post.
“What?” she asked catching her reflection. It wasn’t hers. A demon. She was a demon. No. She felt her face with her free hand. And sure enough she had the long chin, and bumpy forehead. She looked at her hands.
“Oh god,” she said and she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
Brain matter dripped from the soda machine, and her coworkers huddled away from her dead body shaken. But it wasn’t her. Not anymore.
“What happened to her face?” her boss asked.
“She was one of them too,” her coworker said looking at the frightened crowd. “Are there anymore?”<br>
“She said she saw all kinds,” the boss said.
“I wonder which ones are the demons.”