Well here is Chapter dos. I must say, I got this up a lot sooner than I expected. And I also made some revisions to the first chapter, basic spelling errors and etc. since I was too lazy to do that at 4am when I first uploaded it. Now read and review, if you do then I shall give you and invisible cookie. –marblememo
Chapter 2
In the distance I could hear the shrill high pitched beeping of my alarm clock. But wait it sounded different then my old one. Did switch 'em out while I was asleep? Then it all came flooding back to me. I was on an island, one with a volcano. Which is pretty awesome. But then it also means that I have to start work today.
I struggled to get out of my bed. It was nicer than the one at the orphanage, and a lot bigger, everything here was bigger than it was at the orphanage. I even had a kitchen in my room, and my own private bathroom. No more sharing with angsty preteen girls. I had already unpacked everything I owned into the place I decided it would belong. I even threw some clothes around on the floor to make the place feel more like home. I was the new janitor and I was a person who needed to leave with some kind of disarray to things in my room. Strange huh?
I walked into my kitchen and grabbed myself a glass of water and chugged it. Ah water, it's awesome. I walked back into the bed area and tried to decide what to wear on my first day on the job. I couldn't decide and just closed my eyes and picked out a random shirt, pants, and a pair of socks.
I handed ended up with a nice fitting grey long sleeve shirt, a pair of hip hugging yet baggy black jeans, and a pair of green and black mismatched socks. Job well done blind me.
With my cloths on and some lukewarm coffee sloshing in my stomach I walked into the small walk-in closet that held all my cleaning supplies. And I was trying desperately not to depress myself with the fact that as of the moment I had no future other then cleaning up after a bunch of people I don't even know. The schedule on the door said that since today is…Monday I have to mop the mansion. Wow…I think that was a rhyme. The consonant rhyme I do believe, thank you for forcing at least one thing into my rebellious brain.
I grabbed my mop and slung it over my shoulder, the bucket hanging from it handle. I filled the bucket with water and cleaning solution and went on my way.
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I was almost finished with this day's work when I heard some yelling farther down the hall. I raised my head from the ground and looked towards where the commotion was coming from. In the distance I could see a man in a long white coat, probably a scientist that's working on…something that I'm not allowed to know about. With the scientists was from what I could see was a tall man with even taller flaming red hair. I sniggered to myself, 80's much?
The redhead appeared to be yelling at the scientists, I stopped working for a little bit and leaned on my mop and check on what was going on. The redhead grabbed a clipboard from the scientists hands. Scanned it, flipped a page or two and then turned and threw it up against the wall. Red pointed at the scientists and proceeded to yell a few intelligible phrases that I was sure contained a couple of expletives. The scientist looked flustered, even from here I could see his face was almost has red as Red's hair. He shook a little bit and bent down quickly to grab his clipboard, turned heel and ran off in the opposite direction from me.
Red glared, I assumed, at the retreating scientist and then turned my direction and started doing a strange speed walking, angry stomping thing. I quickly tried to look bust again so he wouldn't realize that I had been eaves dropping. He was coming closer and stepped into a wet area that I had just mopped. Crap.
Red slipped. His foot slid a little bit until he reached me. I don't know how but he somehow used me to regain his balance and ended up having me tumbling to the floor. I landed on my butt and looked up at him from under my short, black, messy hair and glared at him. He glared right back at me. I could tell that deep down behind those eyes he was blaming his near fall on me.
I glared for another second or two and then piped up "watch what you're doing! Who are you?! I don't remember hiring you!" he yelled.
I took my time picking my self up off the floor and dusting myself off. "I" I started saying trying to keep my voice even. "am the Janitor, and I would take it kindly if you please watch what the hell your doing. It's my job to keep the fucking place clean and my job gets that much harder when some ass hole like you prevents me from doing my work by almost putting me in the hospital. Now if you wouldn't mind, can you please go the fuck away so I can finish." I told him sweetly. Amazed with myself how such filthy words can come in such a sweet sounding voice.
His glare intensified, his face got red. I guess that this guy is not one who is used to being challenged. And before I knew what was happening he had me crushed against a wall. Hand on my neck and eyes ablaze he growled out "Do you know who I am?"
"No" I replied as strong and defiant as I could. I really shouldn't be egging him on, but I have poor impulse control so what do you expect?
"I" he paused took a calming breath "am Syndrome" shit, I thought. He continued "And I am your boss" his voice was venomous, it almost physically hurt. What a minute. It did he was kind of chocking me, and that kinda hurts.
But whats worse? I just cursed out my boss. The man that got me taken from the orphanage and has given me a home and job, just yesterday this all happened and I already was screwing up. Things were getting a little fuzzy and I wasn't seeing straight anymore.
"And you" he continued. "should remember that for your own good" he squeezed my neck harder then let me drop to the floor. "do you understand?"
I nodded feebly.
"Good" and with that he turned away and walked off. I struggled to get up, using my mop as leverage. And trying my damnedest I finished the days work and rushed to get back to my room. Once there I didn't even bother to do anything, kept my clothes on and just fell into my bed.
I was exhausted, whether it be because it was a hard days work, or because I was strangled. And one thought crossed my mind before I knocked out. What the hell did I get myself into?