Bank Notes

A man walked into the bank. He was wearing a hoodie and dark clothes. He kept his hands in his pockets, like he was holding something. His eyes faced the ground, his face covered. His feet moved quickly, sliding across the floor. Something seemed off about him, but no one noticed. Everyone had business, important business by their account. So of coarse no one paid attention to the odd man who moved quickly. He was just another face in a crowded bank, in a crowded city, with crowded things and crowded people.

When he reached the counter, he set down a contraption. A serious contraption that scared people. That only hunters were supposed to use. He was trying to scare the nice lady behind the counter with the Hunters Contraption.

The nice lady behind the counter got so scared that she screamed. The man was so shocked, he looked up and his eyes widened and he got scared like the nice lady behind the counter. Everyone looked at the man and the nice lady behind the counter and saw the Hunters Contraption. They screamed just like the nice lady behind the counter. They were scared like the man and the nice lady behind the counter. Their eyes widened like the man's.

The man held out the Hunters Contraption and starting yelling at them. They all got down on their knees and emptied their pockets and bags and purses. No one knew that the man was scared just like them.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't want this to happen. It was essential to the plan that this did not happen. But it was happening even though the man did not want it to happen. His face was nervous, but no one knew. No one cared. They just wanted to leave, and go home and lay down and pretend nothing happened. But they couldn't, and everyone knew they couldn't, so they would have to wait for later because it was not going to happen now.

The man stood there for a while, angry and confused and afraid that the plan had not worked, that he would get caught for the bad thing he had done. He started pacing back and forth and back and forth and so on. He rubbed his hands on his face and sighed, and shook his head and sighed again. The man would just have to make do with the plan that lay in shambles, because if he didn't have a plan he would most definitely get caught for the bad thing he had done. The man would not like to get caught because there would be trouble, big trouble if he did. So the man would not, could not be caught.

He was not going to be caught.

The man's brain worked as he made a new plan, a better plan that could not be broken by screams or the nice lady behind the counter. He pieced together a puzzle, except a more serious puzzle for adults with Hunters Contraptions. Inside the man's head, he super-glued the pieces together so that his puzzle could not be separated. It was ready.

He needed someone to keep so that people would not come inside of the place where they kept money. He yelled that he needed someone, like he was an impatient magician asking impolitely for a volunteer. Of course no one wanted to be the magician's volunteer, because he was so rude and impatient and acted odd sometimes. But something strange happened.

A little girl stepped forward.

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She was wearing a white sundress. Perfect little blonde curls fell from her head, held back from her face with pure white ribbon. Her blue eyes were as bright as the sky, as deep as the sea. A small smile had come to grace her face. She looked young, but did not look a specific age.

But that was not what was special about her. Purity radiated off of her, like a beacon of light shining through the darkness of this desperate situation. A beauty came from her that made you want to keep looking, and you'd think she probably wouldn't mind because that's just the way she was. Everyone loved her, even if they'd never met her. She just seemed... wonderful.

And she was. She would be the magician's volunteer, risking herself to save others. Even though she was young and had not lived her full life, she was approaching this dire situation with a smile and an open heart. No one wanted her to be the volunteer, but no one else would stand up. They were ashamed, but no one wanted or would be the magician's volunteer, so they just sat there ashamed and pitying the wonderful little girl who would be the volunteer. And pitying themselves for getting stuck in this desperate situation with the man and the Hunters Contraption and the wonderful little girl.

The man was shocked about the wonderful little girl stepping forward. She was young and beautiful and had many opportunities for her life. But the man had to work with the super-glued puzzle he had made that was a lot sloppier than he had thought. Again he rubbed his hands on his face and sighed, and shook his head and sighed again. He kept his hoodie on tight and pointed to the vault. The wonderful little girl walked towards him and he pulled her into the vault.

"You know, you don't have to do this." The wonderful little girl spoke, and the man was surprised. Her voice was so melodic, all he wanted to do was agree with her and go home and not have to think about it anymore. But, of course, he could not. "I can't." she smiled at him sadly. "You see, I don't quite believe that."  the wonderful girl closed her eyes and smiled at the ceiling. She seemed to like smiling. The man thought she was odd. Then the wonderful little girl looked backed at him, tilting her head in a closed eyed smile. "I'm sorry."

The man didn't know what she was talking about. The wonderful little girl opened her eyes and spoke once more. "You can't find the money to support yourself. It must be hard." Her voice calmed him and soothed his soul. He broke in to tears, a cascade of emotion falling from his eyes. He was sobbing and wailing and was very sad. "Shhh... Shhhh..." The wonderful little girl hugged him. The man looked up at her. "Thank you." he said. He wanted to say more, but... What was their more to say? So he let his gratitude hang in the air. "It is not me you should thank.". And with that, she stood up and smiled at the ceiling once more, disappearing in a small flash of light. She was gone.
The man wiped his face on his sleeve. He slowly got up and walked out of the vault, passed the people, towards the doors. With each step forward, his freedom took a step back, but the man remained strangely happy. How could he ever bee sad again? Once he reached the door, he took a calming breath. The people were very confused. The man stepped out the door, dropped the Hunter's Contraption and fell to his knees. The police immediately saw him and ran towards him. They put him in handcuffs and took him to the police car. When they were taking him away, the one thing they didn't notice was the man was smiling.

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The man had been sentenced to 5 years in prison. 6 months had passed already. Trial hadn't been too long because he had turned himself in, and nobody got hurt. He had also never actually taken any money. Right now the man was in the cafeteria, sitting with a group of four or five people. He was pretty popular around here.

"What was it like?" Always the same question. And he always had the same answer. They listened eagerly as the man started his story.

"Alright. Let me tell you about the time I saw an angel..."

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