Redemption
#1 of Redemption
_Redemption
Chapter 1_
I had a dream and it became this story. Trying a new thing. First Person Story. Hope you like it.
I opened my eyes slowly taking in the familiar surroundings of my home if you could call it a home. I live in a closet with barely enough space to even walk. My bed which was nothing more than a old military style cot in the center of the small eight by five room. I laid there taking in the silence of morning. No Pidgey squawking or the occasional howl of a Mightyena claiming another Pokemon for its breakfast. This was the time I loved the most, it left me alone to my thoughts.
*Beep* *Beep*
I was pulled out of my short train of thought by the sound of my watch telling me that it was time for work. Slowly I got up the small space preventing me from stretching out my legs and arms. I looked around the room, it was the same as the day before. Every inch of it was used for boxes filled with goods for the store. It was by some miracle that enough room was made for the cot.
My eyes darting from box to box. These were today's goods: new potions, Pokeballs, food and more. Finally, my eye's rested on the item of my trade. A white apron, the signature of many professions. This one however told the tale of a sales clerk, nothing more, nothing less.
Grabbing the apron, I place the one part around my neck and tie the strings together behind my back. Carefully I made my way to the door and open it. My eye's slowly adjusting to the darkness of the store. After a few second's I walked down the row of racks to the double doors and flicked the serie's of small switches.
The sudden light causes me to blink a few time's and sigh. Another day, another dollar, or in my case another day of not knowing. I move down one of the aisles checking the expiration date's on the new product of potions. They were called rocket potions saying they were better then full restores although I didn't believe it.
"Morning boy."
I turn around to see Hoss, the owner of the store, smiling at me through the layers of clothing. I smile and wave. "Morning boss, right on time as always." He gives a slight chuckle, removed his coat and placed it along with the rest of his winter clothing on the coat rack next to the door. He walked over to the other side of the store and I heard him rummage through some boxes. "Hey boy where's Maxy?"
*Scratch* Scratch*
I look at over at the door. An Arcanine was scratching it trying to get in. I couldn't help but smile as I went over and open the door. Only to be knocked over by the sheer weight of the fire-type dog. His tongue ran across my face, and the sound of his sloppy lick were drowning out my protest.
"GAH Maxy...stop...plea-"
"Maxy stop, here boy."
Sighing in relief as the big dog stopped licking me to death and bounds over to Hoss. I slowly stand up and wiped my face with the apron. "Boy get Maxy here some food will ya." I look over to Hoss and nod.
Walking down one of the aisles with Maxy at my heels. I look back and smile at the lovable canine. "So what do you want this time?" He wags his tail.
We go around the Pokemon food aisles for a good five minutes. I stop in front of the liver flavored and point it out to him. He shakes his great fury head. Sighing, I lead him down the aisle again pointing to the various bags of food. I point to the chicken and before I can ask, he shakes his head again. At this point, I'm a little frustrated and run my hands through my short brown hair.
"Well what kind do you want then?"
He runs off down the aisle and barks at the top of the rack. I look up and groan. "Aww come on Maxy not that." He nodes and again barks at the top of the rack. I sigh and head towards the back of the shop and grab the ladder. I head back and set it up and slowly make my way up and look at the bag. It was an old type of Pokefood. Firefaves, clearly it was made some time ago, the logo consisted of a picture of several fire types and a picture of the sun. That kind of logoing had been out of date for a while.
Slowly I grab the bag and lifted it up on my shoulders. Sometime ago such a feat would of been impossible for me but after working here for years I surprised myself. The weight of the bag wasn't that heavy but still had considerable weight. Slowly I start heading down.
"Master"
My foot misses the step and I fall off the ladder. The last thing I see is the bag of food heading towards me.
Please tell me what you think.