Soulless
Chapter: 2
Rated: M
By: Celeste Jacobs
Beta: Maria
Disclaimer: HP isn't mine.
Eggs…check…Butter…check…Turkey…check. Item upon item was placed into the grocery cart with particular care. The squeaky wheel would have made any other cart veer from side to side, but this one was being pushed by an expert shopper.
"Off to the veggies" thought Harry.
He made a sharp turn and narrowly missed an old lady and her scooter. The lady turned around and gave him the finger before turning down aisle six. Harry ignored her and continued on.
"Get off me Roger" whispered the girl harshly.
"Come on, if you want to move up the corporate ladder, certain things must be done" replied Roger.
Roger, of course, was the store manager. And a greasy, overweight, and permanently drenched in sweat store manager, at that. He could never seem to make it down an aisle without leaning on something for support. Yesterday, he knocked over the tower of beans and the day before, a barrel of peanuts. The girl he was currently trying to seduce was Leslie Viro and she was not happy. Her engagement ring shone brightly with sapphires. She was not one to Sierra Leone (meaning she did not believe in using and killing children and their families to dig diamonds).
"What corporate ladder? We're a grocery store for Christ's sake!" said Leslie as she wrenched her wrist from his clammy grasp.
Roger, angered by actions raised, his hand fully intent on hitting her.
"Potato…check" thought Harry.
Leslie let out a scream as Roger fell towards her. She moved out of the way just in time to see him fall into the bananas. She continued to scream as blood began to gush out of the gaping hole in his chest, covering the floor of the produce aisle in a layer of reddish-black ooze. Leslie's cries alerted some nearby shoppers, causing a mad stampede for the door. Taking advantage of the confusion, Harry silently walked out with his grocery cart, but not before grabbing a couple of paper bags. One should never turn down free groceries.
Later that evening, Leslie would tell the cops that she had not heard or seen the assailant.
"I didn't even hear a gun shot" she whispered.
Leslie held on to her fiancé, Brent, tightly. He brushed the stray hair out of her face and kissed the top of her head.
"Of course you didn't" said the officer as she held up a potato with an ugly hole in the middle.
Leslie looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Nature's own silencer" said the officer. "You're free to go".
Brent walked Leslie to the car and hugged her tightly. That fat pig finally got what was coming to him and it was definitely worth the cost.