"I'm going to need thirty million dollars, cash, a helicopter, guaranteed safe passage for my friend here and I to an island of my choosing. And a couple thousand Snickers bars, because why the hell not?" the man said, as he loaded the money from the bank into the duffel bags he brought.
The day was just a normal one, coming home from the classes I was taking at the local college to get my degree. Then, I went to the bank to deposit my latest pay check from my job, I work as a computer programmer, but I don't actually have a degree, so I'm working on that while my work pays my tuition. Once I got to the bank however, I immediately knew something was off, it was something about the air that just wasn't right. Now I'm not some super yoga guru that could sense the pressure changes in the air, but I knew something was about to go down.
Boy was I right.
This circumstance is the only time when someone is mad at them self for being right. Only about five minutes after I was standing patiently in line behind about 10 other people, two men pulled masks over their faces' at the door, and came rushing in, guns a-blazin'.
"Alright, let's keep it calm people, this is just a routine robbery, no need to get your panties in a twist, just let us grab the money, and we'll be in and out," Robber #1 calmly called out.
Someone just had to try and stop them.
"Woah there, cowboy! I thought I said for no one to try and stop me. Did I st-st-st-stutter?" Robber #1 said.
"Uh, no," the would-be hero said.
"Yeah, just as I thought," the first robber said, as he squeezed the trigger of his gun, releasing a bullet that traveled directly into the would-be hero's head, killing him instantly. "Alright, since none of you people can listen, you've just won some free time with us. Oh, how fun! Oh, and yeah, no police."
As if everyone was in on some inside joke that was that they would do the exact opposite of the robbers said, someone called the police, and about 3 ran for the door. Two of them made it out, those lucky bastards, but one couldn't make it out of the door in time, so one of the two robbers shot her. Luckily, it only grazed her shoulder, causing her to release a loud yelp of pain, and fall to the ground, leaving her to clutch her shoulder while biting back the pain she so obviously felt.
"From what I see, I can tell that you bunch are gonna be a handful. My oh my, how I love a lively crowd! This is gonna be a fun one, y'all better hunker down, this may be a long one. Let's see, judging how shots were fired about, say 5 minutes ago? That means we have about 7 more minutes till those godforsaken police show up from the other end of your lousy town. We picked this town because it has one of the slowest emergency response times in the nation, remember that the next time you break your arm, kids," said Robber #2.
I think I'll call Robber #1 Psycho and Robber #2 Tall, Dark, and Handsome because Robber #1 obviously got off on all of this somehow, and Robber #2 had some really nice hair, as well as being really tall and pretty muscular. From what I can tell, only Psycho was the crazy one, Tall, Dark, and Handsome seemed like he was roped into this somehow, he wasn't just robbing banks to rob banks. This day had gone from a normal day, and had been flipped into a living nightmare. Actually, being in a bank while it was being robbed is on my list of greatest fears. It was right there up with getting eaten by sharks and falling off of a bridge, all extremely unlikely, but it seemed like I just had to come into the bank the day it was going to get robbed. A test maybe? One by some kind of higher power? Now, I'm not some kind of super religious person, but I do believe in some kind of being, be it God or whatever, controls what happens to us here down on Earth. So, maybe this is all some kind of elaborate plan in the grand scheme of my life, and I'm a witness in order to build my character or something, if I survive, that is. Psycho and Tall, Dark, and Handsome (maybe I'll just abbreviate that name to just Handsome) seem to be pretty serious about this bank robbing, and I think they'll use the other hostages and I to the most they can, and if they can't, just kill us. These aren't just two lovebirds robbing the bank for money for their wedding, no. These are seasoned pros armed with a conscience that they were able to shut off and some pretty sweet machine pistols.
"Alright everybody, listen up. The police have just arrived on the doorstep of our lovely abode, so don't be alarmed, everything will be alright," Psycho said.
The words sounded very odd coming from his mouth, "everything will be alright". I know he was only using it in a sarcastic capacity, but maybe in some kind of twisted sense, everything would be all right.
