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Taking the car could have been a bad idea, that was excatly what Reverie was thinking as some crazed truck driver almost took a U-Turn out of the parking lot she was currently trying to get into. Slamming her foot on the break, she smashed her fist against the horn. It emitted a loud piercing sound and caught the other drivers attention. He flipped her the finger and continued to try and U-Turn, blocking her path.
She wasn't usually lacking patience, but lately her inner demon flamed up so intensly it was starting to frighten to her. It was something she would have to take up with Dr Metzger. Whatever experiments she's been doing... Reverie didn't like how they were effecting her human part. Rolling her window down, she shouted unabashedly, "Fucking move already!"
The guy in the car gave her a sneer, paused, and turned his ingine off.
Reverie's hands clenched on her steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. Now was not the time to expose herself. Sure there was Slayers, Witchs, Vampires, Demons... You name it. The problem was, she was the only one of her kind. It made her sick, suddenly to the government she was like a rare Pokemon waiting to be collected.
Gotta Catch 'Em All!
Reverie clenched her teeth. Gripping the steering wheel under her hands until her skin felt molded to it, she lifted her foot off the break peddle and gave an almost animalistic glare at the truck driver. So he wasn't going to move huh? She'll move him herself. Why not, everyone else was out being defenders of anarchy. Reverie kept eye contact, and reved the engine of her car.
The guy in the truck laughed. "Darlin' this is a 4x4, your little sports number don't worry me." Reverie didn't even bother with a retort. Her foot slammed into the gas as her hand manouvered the stick shift. The car screeched forward, rear-ending the truck with a crash and scrap of metal on metal. "You litle bitch!" It was Reverie's time to flip them the finger, her foot still on the gas and pushing the truck further down the road.
Then, she reversed calmly and shot off into the parking lot, exicuting a spectacular parking between two other cars. She stepped outside and made her way forward to the Super Store. She was going to stock up on things like candles, weapons, foods, the usual in the face of empending doom. With a sigh, she walked inside the giant supermarket.
Her ears were the first things being assaulted. Then it was her eyes. People, some demons, some nice demons, clerks, people fighting, screaming at each other. Threatening violence, shouting, pushing, snarling, indignant yells echoing around the isles like some ghostly wail. This could take a while...
Reverie groaned, and turned up the first isle, grabbing bottles of water, batters, and torches. Next was the sports section. Baseball bats, aluminium of course, and darts. They could come in handy. She meandered like that for a few minutes, her trolly packed by the time she neared the screaming at the checkouts.
Someone was pointing and screaming at a man in a coat. Reverie narrowed her eyes. That wasn't a man... It was a demon, that was... Apologising? What the hell? Rolling her cart straight to that checkout, she shouted, "Hey, what's going on here. Serve the customer." The guy behind the chekout spat back, "I'm not serving that thing anything. It's an abomination, a freak."
Reverie's teeth clenched again, and she moved far too quickly for an average human, before the clerk had blinked Reverie had a grip of his collar and was pulling him across the checkout until his toes dangled. "Listen you little arrogant fuck, if he's not biting your god damn head off and apologising it makes him more fucking human than a piece of trash like you. Now get back there and get this line of customers free, before I suggest we all walk out due to your shitty attitude. If we're all being seen as freaks, we might as well become theifs too, right?"
The clerk's face turned a pale white. So they could look human and act human too? His eyes nervously darted up the crowd which seemed to have calmed down due to him being hauled across the counter. "Get some fucking respect, and get back to work before we make you lose it."
Standing with a smile was the demon in the jacket. Reverie gave him a soft smile in return. "I only came here to get my cat some food, she likes the nibbles." He laughed, his purple eyes shinning. Reverie grinned, adding, "Tell me about it... I don't care what anyone says, this place will always be hell for me."
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