Mrs. Rider
Chapter 1
Hi there! This is my first story in many many years. It is also my first Kamen Rider related fic! I don't claim any ownership of Kamen Rider in any way shape or form. Kamen Rider is the property of it's respective owner.
It isn't very long as this is just a test to see if I should work on this story. If possible please let me know what you think if you like it. I hope you enjoy.
It was nine o'clock on a Tuesday night and as the lights in most of the grocery store aisles started to dim for closing, a woman in sweatpants slipped past the disgruntled looking manager who was trying to lock up the sliding glass doors.
The manager opened her mouth to protest but before she could speak the woman called to her.
"I'M SORRY, BRIT! I'LL BE QUICK!" the woman in sweatpants cried as she slid to a stop in her mismatched flip flops just before a cluster of soup cans on a slightly tilted shelf.
As she reached for a can of chicken noodle, the shelf fell. The cans toppled into a messy pile the the ground and a few even burst.
The woman in the sweatpants roared in frustration and started to dig through the wet, slimy pile.
Her short poorly dyed purple hair was a mess, there was a bit of food on her pale face and her eye make-up was everywhere except on her pale green eyes where it belonged.
The woman frantically searched through the soups, but before long shuffled with a defeated look toward the back of the store where a full functioning deli sat.
The man at the deli counter stood quietly behind the many refrigerated show cases. The fat older bald male was flipping through a dirty magazine. It seemed like he had not even started to close his station yet. As she approached the man glanced up, laughing as he rolled his magazine and placed it in his back pocket.
His expression seemed as if he had been expecting the dishevelled woman.
After a moment of standing awkwardly in the cold air from the show cases the woman finally spoke.
"Can.. I have a precooked chicken, Duke?" she asked quietly, her eyes on her flip-flops.
The man said nothing as he went through a metal door that read "employees only" just behind the large metal table that held the meat and cheese slicers. He came out with a pre-cooked chicken in a black handled take out container.
"I saved one for you, Genie! I had a feeling you would forget you were married and pass out watching anime again.. like you do every Tuesday afternoon" the man almost sung this statement with a smug smirk as he placed the chicken on the pick-up desk.
"It's my day off" the woman snorted as she grabbed the handle. "If I want to be a horrible wife on Tuesday it is none of your god-damn bis-" Genie paused as she noticed the man staring over her shoulder. His smug smirk in just seconds had flickered to a wide eyed, mouth gaping expression of horror.
Genie looked behind her and her her heart skipped a beat. She dropped her chicken and backed up against the cold show cases.
A huge seven foot 300 pound monster resembling some kind of skunk mixed with a rabid goat was walking slowly toward her. It was snarling and grinning with huge yellow decaying teeth.
"THAT'S A MOTHERFUCKING KAIJIN" was all the woman could spit out. She paused for just a second before bolting left and dashing through the frozen food section. She was headed for the side entrance that had seven cashier stations, a large window and a smaller emergency exit door.
Before she could make it past the cash stations and out the exit, the sound of a roaring engine in the parking lot outside the huge window made her freeze.
She hit the deck behind a station just in time for a man in a skin tight pink and black suit on a motorcycle to burst through the large window. Once he was past the cash stations he hopped off the bike and left it propped against a toilet paper display.
Before she could even stand to get a good look at the man he ran past Genie and down the canned good aisle.
Genie knew better than to follow the man. She stayed put by the cash stations, watching the fight by peering down the pet food aisle that gave her a clear view of the Deli counter.
The fight had soon moved behind the desk. Cutlets of meat and sharp equipment flew everywhere as the man and the beast battled hand to hand.
No weapons were needed, the monster was relatively weak. Once It was subdued the man in the suit seemed to shrink it with a sort of pen looking device and captured it in a jar. He slid the jar in a pocket on the side of his belt then glanced around, looking for Duke.
The male walked around for a moment but when the only sign of anyone he saw as a dirty magazine on the floor in front of the employee only door, he assumed he was safe.
Before long he headed up the pet food aisle toward Genie.
When he reached her he stood and tried to look impressive for a moment by flexing. Genie raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head "You are completely insane- what were you-"
He cleared his throat interrupting the woman. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Genie- If you're afraid.. I'll hold you" he offered.
Genie stared at him blankly and tried not to laugh. "Uh.. yeah- sure, honey" she shook her head "When my mother said find the biggest fool and marry him I wasn't really trying to-" before she could finish her shoulder was grabbed by the pissed off looking manager.
"YOU KNOW THIS MAN, GENIE!?" she snapped. "BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS TO PAY FOR THAT WINDOW!"
Genie looked to the woman, then to her husband. She thought hard as she looked at the window trying to figure out roughly how much it costed.
After a few moments of silence she looked toward the manger.
"I've never met this deranged man in my life" she stated simply.
The rider stood, putting his arms down from the flex. He looked toward the manager who also looked a bit stunned.
Without another word, Genie walked into the canned goods aisle. She picked up the first can of soup she could reach and walked back to the manager. She placed two dollars in the woman's hand and didn't even look toward the male as she walked past the cash station.
She quietly climbed out the broken window in her flip flops and sweatpants. Without even looking back she vanished into the night with her soup can in hand.
The rider looked at the Manager who stared back at him. "Just leave" she said simply.
The rider quickly grabbed his bike and opened the emergency exit, walking out while wheeling it beside him.
As the siren from the emergency door being open went off the manager sighed. "minimum wage is not enough for this" she muttered simply.