The tearing of the flesh

Drake drove down the street the wind in his long blonde hair as he winded between cars on the highway. His green motorcycle glistening in the morning sunlight the sounds of sirens in the distance. He reaches down and touches the desert eagle stuck firmly in his holster, he smiles at the familiar feeling of the guns leather grip. The sack of money on his back was heavy and satisfying, the blue duffel bag's strap cutting into his shoulder. As he drove he reflected on the successful day.

Just ten minutes before drake in walking down the street towards his local bank his aviators hiding his eyes, he felt as though everyone was looking at him. The plan was simple get in get the money and get out of course everything looks better on paper. As he walked through the door he tried to act casual, he walked leisurely through the bank using every piece of his mind to stay calm, but the fact that he had a 120 pound drill in his pants wasn't helping. He looked down at his watch "10:39 AM" he had two minutes before Ray was going to cut the power to the bank. He could see the vault when he heard a voice deep and menacing "hey what are you doing back here?!? This area is off limits to customers!!" The voice said. Drake had to think fast "oh I'm sorry but I'm new to this bank and I don't know where I'm going maybe you could help me" drake responded. The guard looked somewhat amused and said "oh sure I can hel...." That's when the guard spotted the desert eagle strapped to drakes waist, he reached for his own gun when the lights went out and drake jumped up and kicked the guard in the jaw. Then drake ran to the vault and pulled the drill out of his pants and began to start drilling the vault. It took a good few minutes of standing there staring blankly at the vault with nothing but the high pitched shrieking of the drill before the vault creaked open. As he walked into the vault he again glanced at his watch "10:51AM" the cops would be there in ten minutes he had to work fast he pulled the duffel bag off of his back and filled it to the brink with cash. That's about the time the security systems came back online and the vault sealed with drake in it. "Shit!" Drake exclaimed he looked around, there appeared to be a small crack in the wall on the right side of the vault so he kicked it again and again and again the crack got slightly bigger. That's when he remembered he had brought the drill in with him, he rolled his eyes as he picked up the drill and drilled through the rest of the wall. Successfully out of the vault he jumped on his motorcycle then quickly took another glance at his watch "10:59AM" he revved the engine of the bike then happily drove off.

Just then drake's reflecting was cut short by a rusty red car T-boning him, he flew off his bike and rolled across the pavement, his bike scratching across the road sparks flying as it went, his aviators were smashed his leather jacket ripped his long blonde hair matted in dirt, gravel and dust,his desert eagle lay only a few feet away. Two men stepped out of the red car both wearing masks made of steel "this money is ours now" one of the men laughed like a hyena. "Yea thanks for the cash" said the other man his voice like a vulture's song. Drake willed himself to reach for the gun but he couldn't move, he good taste the metallic blood in his mouth like a dirty penny, he tried to scream but all that came out was a pitiful whimper like that of a sad puppy. Followed by more blood the one man kicked drake in the stomach causing a glob of blood to shoot out of drake's mouth. The man on the left picked up the blue duffel bag that now was grey from all the debris while the man on the right picked up drakes desert eagle, though the men were wearing masks drake could tell that they were smiling. "Nice gun" laughed the hyena man drake groaned quietly. The vulture man kicked drake into the gutter. Then both men got back into their car and drove away. As drake lied there with his eyes closed he could hear the sound of the car fading, there was no one around he was now out in the country, the highway that he had originally been on a good four minute drive away. As the day progressed he faded between sleep and awake. All he could do was think as what was left of the day faded into night. His thoughts screamed "you are dying! You are dying!" Though he wanted to cry he could not and though he wanted to open his eyes he could not. All of a sudden he could hear them. The coyotes howling near. The fear set in more then ever as the sounds drew closer and closer as the minutes ticked by. It wasn't long before he could hear the bushes rustling, a moment after that and he could hear the sound of claws scraping the dirt near his head and then he could feel the warm breath on his face. The sniffing and snorting seemed to last forever, had it been two seconds, two minutes or two years drake didn't know anymore. Finally he felt the sharp pain of teeth tearing into his flesh followed by the smacking and swooshing of the wild dog eating him. He tried to cry out in pain but once again he could not.