A Long Collection of Short Stories

Welcome To An Endless Cycle

     It started with a whispered count to a hidden ally.

     "Open fire on one. Three... " I reach into my pocket, ensuring my pistol is still there.
     "Two..." I take my hand out of the suit pocket. Two piece, like any self respecting criminal.
     "One." I speak the final word, cutting Joaane off. I pull the Glock 17 out, aiming at a guard. I shoot, taking him down instantly. On the other side of the store I can hear J firing on the crowd as well; there are only about five guards, and the two on my side are downed.
     "Watch your side, Thomas." I turn, noticing two men get up to run. I shoot one in the foot, but miss as the other gets away.
     "Shit." I whisper, before raising my voice and yelling at the rest of them. "Get the fuck down!" Most of them get down. I fire off a few times, making sure they remember their place.
     "I'm going to start tying them, cover me." It's not either of us care whether or not we die. Life's lost all purpose, and is just a game to us now; a twisted story, written by some dark and disturbed deity. I make sure the hostages stay down anyways, and soon they've all been tied. I check the cables, ensuring there's no way they could escape.
     "Start grabbing anything you can find. Retail price, sale price, anything." I start throwing open the cash registers, shoving the cash inside of a bag. Now carrying a good bit of cash, I start sprinting away towards the van, but am stopped when-

     But he was stopped by a bullet to the head. Odd how some people narrarate their thoughts.