Bloody ¶$¥¢π• Psycho

Chapter | = Stakeout

Beside me, Jerry shifts his position. Our legs have begun to grow numb from crouching. I wriggle to remove an annoying branch that's stabbing into my back.

Like George.

He betrayed our trust. Stabbed us in the back; told the police every fucking detail of our plan for that night. Almost landed our asses in jail. If it wasn't for Jerry "Eagle Eyes" we wouldn't have noticed the ambush we were walking into until it was too late.

Stupid dumb ass thought he could fuck us over. No fucking way! The police soon found out he was involved with all the other robberies and quick put his ratty ass behind bars. He got what he deserved that treacherous weasel.

Now, we're holding a stakeout for another robbery. Adrenaline pumps through my veins; but stops at my waist because my legs are numb. The recent adjusting makes me shove my budget binoculars into my eyes.

"Mother Fucker!" I swear out loud.

"Shut up nigga!" Jerry whispers loudly at me.

"Bitch you're making more noise by telling me shut up!" I whisper back.

"Shhh!"

"Shhh!"

"Shhhh!"

"Shh." I glare him. I won that one.

I hold my binoculars back up to my face and zoom in on the same lit window that we've been watching for goddam 2 hours already.

Things are a bit blurry as my eyes adjust from shoving the binoculars into them.

Stupid fucking tree. Why the fuck they gotta be so uncomfortable? I think.

Had a kid sneak up behind me once on the job. Smashed me across the back with a metal baseball bat. Could've sworn that little shit broke a rib at the time.

Had to pinch a pressure point on his shoulder to knock him out. We tried to set up a little "fell out of bed" scene in what we hoped was his room. Dunno though, didn't look very kid like. Wasted a lot of time sorting that shit out. So now we do lots of Recon and make sure there isn't a kid that's left at home by themselves to interfere.

This time there is no kids; just this horny old hag living by herself.

"How long has it been?" I ask Jerry.

"Two hours and thirty......two minutes." He replies.

Jeez is she ever going to go to her Friday night appointment?

I go back to my binoculars and look around at the rest of the houses on the street. All of them are two story houses with brick walls on the bottom and wood on the top.

All of them had gone dark long before now, which already had me grinding my teeth. I would much rather be grinding on my girlfriend right now then waiting here 2 hours longer than expected.

Lights turn off in the house, and I shift positions again, bringing back the same mother fucking branch that was stabbing me in the back before. My shoulder blades contract and my back arches in an effort to get away from the cause of the pain. That unfortunately throws my weight forward....and off the branch.

I fall head first but my fingers manage to catch a tree branch as I go. My legs swing down and up in front if my face while other stupid, smaller branches think that it's ok to smash into my skins. My fingertips scrape on rough bark as they try to keep their grip.

They fucking don't.

I fall blindly with my back to the ground. A thick branch hits me in the lower back and I go upside fucking down. I'm now falong flat; baring my stomach. I get stopped by two branches running parallel to each other. I always sucked shit in math at school so I don't know much about geometry, but I know that I'm not gonna fit through that gap with the angle I'm at. The branches hit me in the chest and upper thighs. My legs and upper back are forced upwards in an arch as my torso falls through the gap. Every fucking bone in my back cracks as my feet hit my head. I turn my head to the side to avoid being smashed in the face. Then a thick branch punches me in the gut. Any air left in my lungs disappears. My stupid useless limbs fold around the wooden limb and I knee myself in the fucking face.

I quickly grab my legs to hang on and stop the fall. I'm about 3 metres from the ground so I decide to jump through a small gap in branches.

When I land, my legs collaspe like a little bitch on weed for the first time and I scramble to get back up before Jerry thinks I'm a pussy. Every inch of my spine hurts, my stomach's bruised and I can feel blood running down my nose, cheeks and mouth. My arms and legs are covered in gashes and scratches.

"What the fuck did you do that for!" Jerry whispers loudly at me from up the tree.

"It's not like I did it on purpose you dumb shit." I say.

"Well she locked up, got out to her car and drove off while you were having all that fun, so I might as well come down now too."

I give myself a quick once over while I wait for him to climb carefully down.

The lucky bastard.

I can definitely say that my way was faster. We're dressed all in black as we make our way across the street to the old hag's house. We split up to look for a way in.

"Will, over here!" Jerry calls out to me.

There's a window on the second floor that's slightly open. It looks reachable. Jerry climbs on my shoulders and hauls himself up. I help by pushing up his feet.

I always gotta be the one on the bottom. I wish it was like that with my girlfriend.

Normally in movies right about now there's a loud crash as the person falls into the house. But because Jerry is a pro, he's almost silent. I sneak back to the front door and it isn't long before I hear locks clicking.

We carry out our regular routine; Jerry goes straight for the dining and lounge area while I head upstairs to the master bedroom.

I quickly open all the top drawers in the luxurious double chest at the foot of the bed. They are all small ones with socks and underwear inside.

This old hag has some fucking kinky as shit in this drawer. I think as I riffle through the panties.

I find a thick roll of hundies inside a red lace g-string. Must be at least 3 grand there. I stuff it in my bag along with the entire contents of the lunchbox sized jewellery box that's sitting on the top. I look behind the pictures on the walls for a safe. I pull down an abstract as fuck painting of what I reckon looks like a mother and her baby. Jackpot! There's a safe.

It's one of those dial turning ones that are easy to crack. I press my ear against the safe door and slowly turn the dial to the right. Slowly, slowly, slowly. I hear a slight click and I make my hand freeze. I take a deep breath to stop it from shaking. I don't want to go past it.

I start to turn it back the other way to the left and I think I hear it click. I freeze. A drop of sweat falls down my temple while I try to decide whether it actually clicked or not. I swallow. I begin to turn it again. To the right. I listen for the click. Slowly, slowly. This has to be the big final click otherwise I've fucked it up.

Slowly.