Alpha Ace

Chapter One

      Adult life for Tony was never easy. He always longed for a companion that would fit him just right. Someone who knew him better than he knew himself. But after a long, long search he never could find "the one". He had given up and succumbed to the simple life of loneliness. 

      Tony now lived a simple life, in a simple town, in a simple house. He also worked a simple job, a grocery cashier. And that's where Tony was heading now, it's also where this story starts. 

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      God, I hate my fucking job. 

      But alas there are bills to pay and a mouth to feed so here I am, walking to work with rainwater pouring down on my head and down all surfaces of my body. Shivering, I walk the rest of the way to my job and clock in with, my now wet, punch card. They need to update this place. 

      I say hey to my manger and head to my register. This place is so dead. I don't know how they even kept the place open, much less how they afford the food we sell. I stand hunched over the counter with my elbows on the surface supporting my head. 

     Boring was the only word to explain this fucking place. But I've become boring to though, so I guess it fits. I miss who I was before, always longing for love and willing to go on any adventure to find it. Now I'm a cashier to a dying grocery store, bored as hell with my head in my hands. God let this shift end. 

    Sometime passes, most likely an hour or more before my manager calls me into his office. I groan as I walk towards his office hoping and praying that it would be over with quick so I can get back to my sulking. 

  " This might be hard to hear tony...but you're being let go." I stare in shock as the words leave his mouth. I can't have looked that bored, could I??? I mean I hate this job, but it pays my bills! This is all I have left, no matter how dire. 

   "You can clock out, come back tomorrow to get your final paycheck." His words pull me out of my trance and I defeatedly walk out of his office. I shut the door and walk as slowly as I can to the punch machine, if I'm being fired, I'm gonna get every penny I can. I finally get there and punch out, collect my things, and leave.   

   The old me might have fought back, made a ruckus, made him change his mind. But that Tony is gone. I make my walk back home with a now muddy, soaked shoe thanks to the puddle I stepped in on the way home. Amazing. Fan-fucking-tastic. 

  Maybe the world would be better off without me. Well, it might be the same, I wasn't really doing anything anyways. I have no one. No friends, estranged family, no significant other. My life is fucking miserable. 

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    I made dinner, well I ate a microwave meal. My old job let me take them when they went out of date. They still taste okay, I guess. I take my plastic tray of "food" and throw it away in the kitchen trash can. My apartment wasn't anything special either. I had a front door that opened into the living room, behind the living room was a kitchen, and in the hall next to the kitchen was a door to my bedroom. 

    After I throw it out, I go back to the couch, and I lay there still. I think about my existence. I think about how I want my life to be, and how it is now. And I come to the conclusion that there's no chance that could ever happen to me. True love I mean, who can love me? I can't even love me. 

    Damn that's depressing, anyways. I get back up and put on my shoes, I need some air. I walk for God knows how long, I walk until my legs ache and I don't know where I am. I look up and down the bare streets looking for something familiar. I start to panic and start fervently pacing up and down the same 6 feet of sidewalk waiting for my phone to start working again, fucking cricket wireless. 

 "Hand it over pretty boy." Aw he thinks I'm pretty. I'm scared shitless but this is the most action I've gotten in months. A win is a win at this point. I slowly reach into my left pocket and pull out my wallet. I gently place it on the ground, all with my hands up in surrender. All I have in there is 2 dollars and t-shirt punch card from Spencer's anyways.

   I turn to run for my life and hear him shout, "WAIT, the phone too." FAWK MANE. That's the only valuable thing I have on me. How am I supposed to get home now. I place the phone down too. Now, I can run for my life. 

"You know, it's not kind to mug people Markus."

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Author's Note

FAWK MANE, IM MAD TOO