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Late nights at the gas station were always tedious. Jack stood behind the counter, smoking a cigar that he hid behind the counter every time as a car pulled up. The driver quickly walked past the knife rack, chip rack, and coolers and set about pouring a big gulp of some unknown soft drink. He paid for it and left. Jack went back to smoking his cigar. As it shortened, he turned around to get another from the carton he had opened. Standing up again, he noticed one of the knives was on the floor. After lighting his cigar he walked over to set it right again and tripped. He slammed hard on the tile floor, crying out as his chin slammed and he felt something give. Through blurred eyes, he saw the knife float up by itself, open (It was a nice Buck knife), and press on the back of his neck. Then, he saw the most amazing thing. Vapors seemed to swirl around him. Space distorted itself, and solidified into a teenager. He had shoulder length black hair, like John Travolta, except it was wholly behind his shoulders. His eyes were deep green, like a forest, and one hand held the knife to the back of Jack's throat.
"Get up." The boy said. Jack did as he was told, and the boy flipped the knife around into the normal position.
"Now, I'm sure you've been through this before. Get the money out of the register and give it to me."
This was actually Jack's first day (or night), but again he did as he was told. The boy pocketed the money and closed the knife, handing it to Jack. Then he turned his back. Jack took this moment to open the knife. Then, time and space bent again and the boy disappeared. Jack stabbed wildly at pen and empty air, but the door to the station had already opened and closed of it's own accord.
Late nights at the gas station were always tedious. Jack stood behind the counter, smoking a cigar that he hid behind the counter every time as a car pulled up. The driver quickly walked past the knife rack, chip rack, and coolers and set about pouring a big gulp of some unknown soft drink. He paid for it and left. Jack went back to smoking his cigar. As it shortened, he turned around to get another from the carton he had opened. Standing up again, he noticed one of the knives was on the floor. After lighting his cigar he walked over to set it right again and tripped. He slammed hard on the tile floor, crying out as his chin slammed and he felt something give. Through blurred eyes, he saw the knife float up by itself, open (It was a nice Buck knife), and press on the back of his neck. Then, he saw the most amazing thing. Vapors seemed to swirl around him. Space distorted itself, and solidified into a teenager. He had shoulder length black hair, like John Travolta, except it was wholly behind his shoulders. His eyes were deep green, like a forest, and one hand held the knife to the back of Jack's throat.
"Get up." The boy said. Jack did as he was told, and the boy flipped the knife around into the normal position.
"Now, I'm sure you've been through this before. Get the money out of the register and give it to me."
This was actually Jack's first day (or night), but again he did as he was told. The boy pocketed the money and closed the knife, handing it to Jack. Then he turned his back. Jack took this moment to open the knife. Then, time and space bent again and the boy disappeared. Jack stabbed wildly at pen and empty air, but the door to the station had already opened and closed of it's own accord.