[Unholy Trinity], The Legend of the Pepperoni Sandwich Pt. 1 Options

[bat19]

Okay, I know this is not the best writing and It honestly took me maybe 30 minutes to write. I have a friend I sent something I had written who challenged me to write a story about her. Her name is Becky and her challenge included me putting together a story about goat, a guy, a truck, an umbrella, and a pepperoni sandwich. This is what came out. It was done in haste and reads like a kids book. There are some lines I stole from certain movies that I thought were funny put this way. There are 6 parts, three of which are finished. This is part one. Enjoy, or not, either way...

The Legend of the Pepperoni Sandwich
Part One

This story is based on true events that occurred the winter of 1979. To protect the survivors involved the names, locations, and events have been changed.

Becky was an ordinary girl who lived by routine. Everyday she would wake up, go to school, come home, and go to sleep. Nothing extraordinary ever happened and she liked it that way.
One day she rose to find she had overslept. The school bus had come and gone and she did not have a ride. So she decided to stay home. The thought of a day with no school thrilled her. “Something new” she said to no one. “Nothing to do now but sit and relax.” If she knew the dangers that this day would present, she probably would have walked the two blocks to school.
So the morning turned to noon without any incident. Becky decided to turn off the Lion King and go online. While reading up plot lines to the Highlander television series, she felt her stomach growl. I need food she thought. But what do I have?
Becky opened her refrigerator to see what goodies awaited inside. I’ll make a sandwich she thought. She grabbed her bread, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. But on further inspection, she discovered she had no mayonaise or pepperoni. What good is a sandwich without pepperoni she thought. I need to go to the store.

So Becky walked outside. It was a chilly winter day but it didn’t look like there would be snow. I’ll grab my scarf. But the doors were already locked and she figured it would be a quick trip.
So Becky walked the five miles to the grocery store, a pepperoni sandwich still fresh on her mind. By the time she reached the store, the clouds had grown dark and it seemed like it would rain soon. I should have brought my umbrella she thought as she walked inside. I guess I’ll have to buy one.
Inside the store was even colder than outside, but that didn’t stop her. She was on a mission. But when she looked for the packaged pepperoni, they didn’t have any. “Damnit” she said.
“There is always the deli, young miss.” Becky turned to see an old man staring at her from a few feet away. His glazed eyes were wide and seemed not to blink. The little hair he did have was combed neatly to the side. His gums shined brightly from the saliva. “If it ain’t too much trouble fer’ ya.”
Becky tried not to look frightened as she thanked the old man and walked in the opposite direction. As she approached the deli, she couldn’t help but notice the new butcher. Jonesy was the butcher of Chop-Mart and everyone knew it. He was famous for his thin turkey slices. But this man was not Jonesy. He was a tall, round man with broad shoulders and crooked yellow teeth. His hands were massive and unproportionate to his body.
“Umm…where’s Jonesy?” she asked the stranger.
“He’s, uhh.., on vacation,” he replied. “He should be back in a few days, I guess.”
“Umm..okay. Can I have a half-pound of pepperoni please?” As she said this, the man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Pepperoni, you say?” He seemed bewildered. His eyes shifted from side to side, as if looking to see if anyone was watching. “I'm sorry, but we’re all out.”
“What?” she replied. I’ve never heard of a grocery store without any pepperoni she thought. She turned to walk away when a hand grabbed her arm. The butcher was almost over the counter, trying to stop her.
“Wait ma’am. If you’re looking for a pepperoni sandwich, I know where you can find the best in the world.” Becky’s eyes lit up at this. Best in the world? This was something she could not turn down. “If you wait a second, I can draw you a map.” The butcher pulled a pen out of his breast pocket and a napkin from the counter. As he scribbled down his directions, Becky couldn’t help but wonder. What would it taste like? Will I be able to finish it? I wonder what everyone will say tomorrow when I tell them what I did?
“Here you are miss. If you leave now, you should be able to reach the place in a couple of hours.” Becky reached out and grabbed the map. As she touched it, a jolt ran through her. She flew her hand back as the man started to laugh. His laughter was echoed by the old man’s laughter behind her. They both laughed in unison as she headed towards the door.
They watched her walk away and turned to face eachother. The butcher lowered his eyes so as not to meet the old man’s gaze.
“She isn’t ready my lord. And we’ve lost so much time…” The old man stared at his servant, who had served him faithfully for a millenia.
“I know. But there is no one else.”

Becky was headed out the door with the map to the sandwich in hand when she noticed the rain pouring down outside. I forgot to buy an umbrella. So she headed to the lost and found. As they looked for the umbrella she told them she had lost, she glanced at the map. It was not so much a map as a few pictures of mountains amd trees and a small path. There was a small picture of what looked like a truck and a man with smoke coming off of him. This isn’t a map at all she thought. She was about to throw it out when she noticed writing on the back. The writing simply said “As soon as you leave, head straight for ten minutes and you will find the path”
“Oh, okay,” she said out loud. “And I was about to go home.”
“Here you are miss.” The clerk behind the counter showed her an umbrella that looked to be of some sort of strange, golden fabric. “Is that your umbrella?” Becky couldn’t help but stare at its beauty. The pole ended in a classic loop with ornate designs covering the shaft.
“Yes, of course.” She said quickly, trying not to show that it was obviously not hers. She grabbed the umbrella and marveled at how light it was. “Thanks.”
Becky walked out of the grocery store, umbrella in hand. She was cold and hungry, but was dedicated to getting her sandwich. This was her quest. This was her mission. And she was not going home until she had the world’s greatest pepperoni sandwich.
The butcher and the old man looked from the rooftop as she walked away. Their faces looked somber and saddened.
“Do you think she has any idea what lies in store?” asked the butcher of his master.
“No, but I know that this is it. It has begun.”

Part Two will come later.