| Creed at the grocery store. Rated PG By Andrea "Hi." A two-year-old girl with angelically long blond hair smiled at Victor Creed. He simply looked down at her in awe at the fact that she didn't seemed scared of him. On the other hand, her mother was. "What have I told you about talking to strangers?" The mother, who wasn't even close to matching her daughters' beauty, grabbed her little hand and dragged her away. He shook himself mentally and seized a chart and pushed it into the grocery store. It was full of women.the smell of estrogen and menstrual cycles entered his sensitive nose, making him cringe. He sighed at the list of food he was in need of and asked himself again why Birdy had to so violently sick today of all days. He bulldozed the cart to the fresh vegetables and fruits and eyed the piece of paper. Not being able to read such girlie handwriting (what was with the curls and hearts for dotted I's?), he tried squinting at it. Wow! What a difference! There was a middle-aged woman with three young children hanging off her cart by the apples. He sucked up his courage and ripped a plastic bag from the roll and began to sort through the selection. She kept peering at him from the corner of her eye. He put on his most fearsome face, trying to repel her from talking to him. Victor noticed a magazine open in her basket. 'How to meet the man of your dreams in the super market'"Aw, shit." He growled under his breath. "Mommy, the grumpy man said a bad word!" Stupid little brat. * * * * "What th' hell is this gonna be for?" Creed raised a box of instant potatoes and glared at it. "Is this what she feeds me?" "Hey mommy! Look, it's the grumpy man!" Vic rolled his eyes and pretended he didn't hear the child from down the aisle with his super hearing. He grabbed his cart and hustled out of this place and hid in the next alleyway with the chips and sodas, hoping no one would follow. There stood a brunette trying to choose a flavor of carbonation. She was okay looking, young, skinny.dressed like a slut, Creed smelled trouble out of her. "I shouldn't be drinking this stuff, but it's so good." She smiled at him and pointed to the pop she had added to her basket. He nodded and went past her, well beyond being rude. He heard her swear at herself as he left her behind and concealed himself in the frozen foods aisle. The first thing Victor saw was his way being blocked by whiney, snot-faced brats and old, tired mothers. He pulled his cart around and wheeled it instead towards the meat bins. Creed parked the basket and went to fetch his dead animal of choice. Chicken, yum. Then it happened, two women made their move and advanced on him from bothsides. "Hello." They said in unison. "Do I have 'single' written on my forehead?" Creed roared at them, the whole store hushed and stared at him. "Well? Do I?" The women began muttering things and moved away from him. "Geez, I'm gonna kill Birdy if I ever get outta here alive!" The ladies left him alone for the rest of his journey through hell but he still wasn't out of the edible jungle yet. Vic stood in the exasperatingly long line to the cash and found himself flipping through the tabloids before it was his turn. The cashier was male, thank gawd."Paper or plastic?" "Whatever'll kill more animals." Creed grunted and pulled out his wallet, waiting to pay. "I saw all the girls throwing themselves at you. You ain't that kinda guy, huh?" The kid smirked at him. "I'll give ya one guess." Victor pulled out a bunch of twenties and paid. The kid was writing something on his receipt. "Whuzzat?""My number." Victor stumbled out of the grocery store in disorientation. He didn't know if he should have slaughtered the punk for hitting on him, or be flattered. * * * * "So?" Birdy asked from her bed as Creed brought up a new box of tissues forher. "I woulda had a better chance of survivin' if I was dukin' it out with the runt.don't ever get sick again." He threw the box at her and stomped back downstairs to burn the cashier's phone number. "That bad, huh?" Birdy grinned to herself secretly. |