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05

One :
We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

17 Years ago

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."

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An alarm blared noisily as innocent captives shouted and screamed in fear, men dashing around and rounding them as if they were sheep.

"Now you put me in a position where I gotta do something I don't want to do? Hmm?"

A little girl in a crisp school uniform casually strolled up towards the armed man, who looked down at her and shouted; spit pelting out of his mouth like little bullets.

"Hey, get back with the others."
"I heard a rumour." Allison spoke unexpectedly with a mischievous smile, leaning on the very tips of her toes.

"What? What did you say?"

"I heard a rumour that you shot your friend in the foot." The whites of the armed man's eyes shone as he looked down at the firearm in hand, unknowingly obliging and pulling the black trigger.

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The news reporter visibly flinched at the deafening sounds of shots rang.
"We just heard shots from inside the bank. It's uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that."

"Up there!"

The large ebony camcorder swiftly moved to film what was happening on the concrete roof, capturing the half blurred figure of Luther chasing someone.

"There's some movement on the roof. Possibly law enforcement."

The crowd shrieked as glass shattered, a man was thrown out of the thick windows with such force that he continued to fly for a few moments; landing painfully by a parked police car.

"Looks like one of the armed robbers had been thrown from the bank."

"No shit Sherlock!" A person from the crowd bellowed.

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"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives." Two glimmering throwing knives cut through the air, gliding towards Allison and the man before swerving at the last second; digging into another man's shoulders and pinning him to the plaster wall.

An unnoticed platinum blond girl who had seated herself onto the stone counter was sipping out of a small juice box (tropical flavoured) and swinging her legs as she spoke with a chuckle.

"Then you should get yourself a gun, Diego. I can make one for you!"

She yelped slightly before grinning widely, eyes meeting with the trembling man who had just shot her in the forehead; the small bleeding gap already closing up, all traces of being injured close to non-existent.

"Good shot." Addison rapidly pulled out her favourite pistol from her navy blazer, Liszt, and was sure to shoot the man back in the head; all while taking another long sip through her clear purple straw.

"But you're going to have to do better than that to stop me."

"Get back you freaks!" The male that was with Allison was surrounded by three of the little children, all smiling while glancing at each other knowingly; unafraid of the gun that was pointed directly at them.