Friends, Love, and a Stalker (A Flashpoint FanFic)

Chapter 1: The Bank

CHAPTER 1:

RIAN'S POV

The building was relatively quiet, soft voices, and the sound of typing permeating the warm stillness of the air. I pulled my hair so it fell over my left shoulder and pooled on the counter I was currently leaning over. I frowned as my dark red hair, once again interfered with the deposit slip I was writing on. I reached into my jeans pocket, hoping to find... bingo. my hand wrapped around a hair-tie and I used it to quickly pull my hair back away from my face

I need to get my hair cut.

Between thinking about when would be a good time to cut it, and fidgeting with it, I managed to fill out the deposit slip, glancing at my paycheck and smiling. I loved teaching and even though I had to put up with hormonal teenage males all day the paycheck certainly made up for it.

I placed the chained pen back on the counter and made my way to the tellers. Thank god the lines were non-existent today.

"Hello. How can I help you?" A young man smiled at me from behind the counter.

"Hi. I'd like to make a deposit please."

I handed over my check and the slip.

"One moment please." He smiled and started typing on his computer. I looked around the bank's lobby; there was hardly anyone here. A woman and her young son stood at one of the counters, a few meters away from where I had been standing, the woman writing frantically on some piece of paper while trying to keep her son by her side. An old man stood at the counter next to me, waiting for his helper to return from wherever they had gone. I heard the doors open and turned to look and my heart stopped. It wasn't the fact that he was a man, or that he must've been close to 6 and a half feet, no. It was the semi-automatic machine gun he had aimed at the ceiling.

Oh shit.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

His left hand fired off some bullets, causing some lights to shatter and glass to rain down on him, while his right hand pulled a handgun from the arsenal he had strapped to his chest and pointed it at us.

I knelt quickly, "ALL THE WAY!" He placed a gun to my head. Forcing me to lie on my stomach. Amid the noises of people crawling I heard a buzzing noise and a very loud click, almost as if... I turned my head to look at the bank doors. The little lights above them that had been a bright emerald green were turning red one by one, each with a little buzz and a click.

Damn it. I saw his shoes move away from me, squeaking on the tile floor. He moved down the line, ordering everyone to the ground before going after the tellers who he ordered around to the front of the lobby with the rest of us.  I looked around there must have been 8 of us. 5 tellers and three customers, including me.

"Are you okay?" I asked the old man who was lying on my right, simultaneously pulling my phone from my pocket. Typing as fast as I could I typed out:

1 HT,  hs outside hlp,

He must've seen my phone because the next thing I knew a shoe landed squarely on the screen, smashing it, and my hands into the ground. I grimaced in pain as his weight crushed my hands.  I dropped the phone and tried to remove my hands from under the shoe. I avoided looking at him, but I could tell he was glaring at me from behind the mask. Once the pressure lifted from my hands I clutched them closer to me, rubbing them as if I could rub the pain away. All I could do was hope that the text got through as I stared at the shattered screen of my phone, lying dark and dead on the floor

Shit.

"Slide all your electronics towards me." he instructed.

There were rasping noises as the cases and backs of said electronics were pushed out towards him. One by one he went around, stamping on each one until he was surrounded by crackled glass and useless electronics.