Vincent

Ten - King's Spear

"Woah. There sure are a lot of police cars." Teresa said when we got near the bank.

I stared at the police cars. Some were parked on the other side of the road while others were parked in the building's parking area.

They know that the billionaire is here, so they probably anticipated that something bad might happen.

"Do not go there."

Why, Kris?

"Sandy?"

I stopped and looked at her. "Hmm?"

"Where are you going?"

"Huh?" I realized that I was already walking past the bank.

"The bank's here." Teresa said, confused.

"I-I'm sorry." We headed to the door. "I'm just thinking of something."

"Hmm... You're weird."  She said as she opened the door.

There were many people inside the bank. Almost all of the seats were taken. I saw Nick Foreman at once because of his...

My brows furrowed.

Bright yellow suit with matching blue tie and brown leather shoes.

"What the?" He's different from what I read in the newspaper. I pointed him and looked at Teresa. "That's the guy you want to marry?"

"I'm taking back what I said earlier so shut up." She snapped.

I put my hand on my mouth and let out a muffled laughter.

"Don't tell anyone or I'll fucking kill you." She glared at me. "Now, take a seat and wait for me."

I chuckled and looked for a seat. I saw two vacant seats in the second row. I went there and sat.

Nick Foreman was sitting in one of the chairs of the Interest clerk. The clerk was a woman, and it seemed that Nick was flirting with her.

Tsk. To be honest, Nick is not that handsome. He's not that young, either. From the looks of him, he's in his late 40's. If he has a lover, it'll be obvious that the woman is after the money, not him. What's he doing here, anyway? There are many banks here in Alabama, so why Montgomery? Why Renasant?

Don't tell me that his motive to be here is to just show off?

I sighed as I shook my head. Those things doesn't concern me, do they?

I looked around me. Even though it's 12 noon, there were still many people. There were even children that ran around the seats, and the lady sitting in front of me was holding a baby.

I was looking at Teresa talking with the clerk when I felt a pair of eyes was staring at me. I looked to my right. The person who's wearing a navy blue hoodie looked away. He was sitting on the last chair on the first row. 

My brows furrowed. Does he know me?

I stared at him, waiting for him to look at me again. After moment, he did what I wanted.

Our eyes met.

It didn't take long enough for me to recognize him.

Shit.

I was about to say his name when I heard an explosion outside.

I turned around and saw the police cars--no, even cars that were passing by explode.

And then, I heard several gunshots inside.

"Shit!" I cursed as I ducked on the floor for cover.

Screams and cries were heard but soon disappeared as guns kept on firing. I crawled on the floor and looked beneath the chairs. I caught my breath when I saw Teresa lying on the floor with her blood covering her face.

She was shot in the head.

"Shit!" I cursed again. Bodies fell on the floor and glass shattered. I turned my head to my left and saw a girl who's doing the same thing as me. She looked at me, crying.

I was about to reach my hand to her when blood spattered on my face.

My eyes widened in shock. I even tasted the blood. I looked at the girl. Her eyes that were once full of tears were now lifeless as her blood flooded the floor.

My breathing is now stuttering.

I saw the feet of the person who shot the girl. He was wearing a white, Nike rubber shoes that were covered in blood and denim pants. I know that he already saw me, but still he walked slowly to the second row like he's still trying to find me.

And when he's right in front of me, he stopped.

I won't fight anymore. What difference does it make, anyway? If I fight, I die. If I don't fight, I'll still die. So, what's the use?

I just pressed my face on the floor, closed my eyes, and waited for him to shoot me.

I'm sorry, Kris...

I'm sorry, Vin--

"You."

My heart skipped a beat as I opened my eyes.

"You really don't know how to follow instructions, do you?"

That voice.

I looked up.

I knew it!

And before I could speak, he shot my back. I jolted as  something--a needle, perhaps--pierced my skin. I felt a tingling sensation in my body as my vision got blurry. My breathing became heavier and, as soon as the firing stopped...

I dozed off.