Chapter 26 - Jason
“You didn’t ask me if I wanted my sandwich toasted,” the High Elf spoke as a moved down the sandwich line
“Do you really want your tuna sandwich toasted,” I pause before adding vegetables.
“Manners Jason,” I hear my Greg call from the back room.
“What would you like on your sandwich?”
“Lettuce, tomato, onions, green peppers, red peppers, olives, a drizzle of olive oil,” the Elf launches into a list.
“Hey, can you slow down. I didn’t catch anything after onions.”
“Oh my goodness, if you can’t do the job bring me someone else, how hard can it be to make a sandwich,” he tosses his arms in the air.
“Do you want to come make it?”
“So you want me to do your job for you as well.”
“Do you need help out there,” Greg calls again.
“No Greg, I’ve got it all taken care of,” I yell back, a little angrier than I thought.
“Do you have it,” he continues.
“How about you just tell me what you want then shut the fuck up,” I ask my own questions now.
“Do not for a second think you can talk to me like that. And you put too much lettuce on the sandwich.”
“That’ll be $7.28 sir,” I wrap his sandwich and move to the register.
“You expect me to pay for this,” he takes the sandwich and walks away.
“You’re going to pay,” I jump the counter and cut him off before the exit.
“Jason, what’s going on,” Greg calls from the back again.
“Yep, not a problem,” I call back.
“Oh there’s a problem,” the elf slaps his sandwich across my face.
Greg is a nice guy. He gave me this job, and I don’t have any real work experience. Sure, I can kill a vampire, I can declaw a werewolf, go toe to toe with anything that goes bump in the night. Greg is one of the humans blessed that he can’t see supernatural things, so I couldn’t tell him what I used to do. I make sandwiches now. I made sandwiches because I’m about to get fired. I realized that when Tuna started to run down my face and drip on the floor.
The Elf laughed as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. The laughed ceased the moment I wrapped my hand around his throat. I didn’t need any of my enhancement magic to lift him off his feet with the single arm. He tried to cast a spell, the words were caught in his throat. High Elves, so stuck on spells with words and needing to broadcast everything to the world. There was nothing he could do to me without speaking. He was too frail to fight back, words were his only weapon. Slowly his snowy white skin started to turn to a blue. I release him and let him drop to the floor.
“No, Jason you can’t do this, I have to let you go,” Greg must have come from the back and saw it all.
“I understand Greg, thank you for the opportunity. I’m just going to grab my stuff and I’ll be gone,” I fold my apron and hand it to Greg.
I grab my bag, not much is in there. My transportation pass, keys to my apartment. A prepaid phone in case of emergencies. I used to carry my weapons, but it was hard getting around the city with them. I head back out and Greg stops me before I can leave. He’s holding a bag.
“Hey, take this with you. I know you loved the meatball sub,” Greg says. I do, the Eremites rarely let us have meat.
“Thank you,” I take the sub and as Greg gives me a big hug.
“Jason, I don’t know what you were doing before this. But, sandwich making isn’t for you. I don’t even think you like people. You’re hard headed and hot headed at the same time. But, you’re a good person and I wish you nothing but success,” Greg is a good man, too good for this world.
I really need to get a jacket, winter is coming, and I haven’t bought one yet. Just dressing in layers. Not that I have many layers. I don’t have many clothes because the eremites said it was a vanity. Turns out, just about everyone I’ve met in the last six months changes clothes every day. They probably should have mentioned that. There’s a lot they didn’t mention, but I can’t say I gave them the chance.
I swipe my pass and hop on the bus, no empty seats so I stand across from a young Dark Elf. I thought she smelled of cigarettes, but that wasn’t the case. She’s young, probably still rebellious. Tensions between Dark Elves and High Elves are starting to peak. I guess even elves have race problems. Yeah, she did something, there’s burns at the bottom of her sleeves. Not my problem.
“Hey, did you get into some trouble. I notice the scorch marks,” I ask the girl. Maybe it is my problem.
“Mind your fucking business you pervert,” she shoots back. Okay, it isn’t my problem.
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