[ WP ] A world where sins leave a physical mark on the sinner .

``... But I just wanted to make french fries...'' 
 
 `` Sorry, sweetheart, no can do. We do n't take people with that many brands.'' The man over the counter at McDonalds sneered down at me. `` Try menial labor.'' 
 
 I sighed in frustration and walked away from the manager. It was true, I had a lot of marks, and nobody could tell what they were for. I could've murdered, lied, disrespected my parents, said the Lord's name in vain... and as unfair it was, sinners just did n't get jobs. 
 
 I passed people with only a few marks a piece, but it was easy to tell what their marks were for. The child wailing at his parents in the corner had another tiny mark appear on his shoulder. The dude checking out girls even while they were sitting with their boyfriends had even more. Two guys in a fight each had a few marks — maybe they'd killed someone before with all that anger. 
 
 `` How'd the job hunt go, babe?'' I heard as I stepped inside the foyer of my apartment. It had been hard to even get this place. Most landlords do n't sell to people with as many tally marks as me. 
 
 `` Awful,'' I whined, flopping down on the couch and kissing my girlfriend on the cheek. 
 
 `` You know, if we keep doing this, you'll be tattooed all over,'' she laughed, as another tally mark etched itself onto my skin. `` Maybe you should go out and kill someone, actually earn those marks.'' 
 
 I shook my head. I'd never do something to hurt anyone like that. I was just a lesbian.
