Split

The Heist

"Malachi! It's been a while! Where've you been?"
Malachi Woods grinned at his friend. The truth was, he had a concussion from an accident he was in recently, but he couldn't risk not playing in the next game, so he told everyone he'd been on a family trip for the past week.
"Ah, forget about it. I was on a trip with my family," Malachi told the boy.
The other teen nodded, and clapped him on the back before walking off. Malachi's headache hadn't abated the entire week. He was taking Tylenol every couple hours just to keep from throwing up. For a second, he thought he felt some sort of pressure behind his eyes, but it disappeared, and he walked towards the basketball court. The team started practice, and he got into the rhythm of the workout they were doing. Unfortunately headache grew in intensity, and he definitely noticed a pressure behind his eyes. He knew he only needed five more minutes before the coach would call a break, so he waited. Suddenly, it got unbearably painful, and he dropped to his knees. The pressure behind his eyes made them feel as though they were going to pop out of their sockets.
"I-I'll be back in a minute, Coach," Malachi said as he staggered to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and almost screamed. His eyes were bleeding. As he watched, the blood ran out of his eyes...but not his eyes. The dark brown irises of his eyes were slowly changing colors. To what, he couldn't tell yet. He gasped for breath.
"I'm okay. I'm okay. I'll be alright," were his last words before he blacked out.
Bright blue eyes opened in the bathroom, and the boy sat up quickly. A voice filled his thoughts.
"Aeron. Glad to see you're awake. My name is Erebus. I need you to do something for me. I have a car waiting for you in the parking lot."
Aeron listened as Erebus told him what to do, and he quickly left the school, driving to the store that he was directed to. As he pulled into the parking lot, he reached into the glove compartment and put on the ski mask inside. He also pulled several other items out of the glove compartment, and quickly stuffed them in his jacket. He quickly walked into the building, and turned away from the people inside to chain the doors shut. The customers inside the bank screamed, and Aeron pulled out the handgun inside his jacket.
"Everyone shut up! This is a robbery!" he yelled. "Get down on your knees, all of you!"
He vaulted over the counter, and put the gun up to the head of the nearest bank teller.
"Safe password. Now."
"Go fuck yourself," the teller replied.
"Oh, okay, thank you!" Aeron replied. He reached over and picked the man up by his throat. He began to make strangled noises, gasping for breath. Aeron took his gun and put it in the man's mouth. All the hostages in the building screamed. He pulled the trigger, and watched the bank teller's blood coat the walls. Dropping the man, Aeron pulled a package out of his jacket. Arming the C-4 was pretty self-explanatory, and soon he'd planted the bomb on the door of the safe. Climbing back over the counter, he got behind shelter and pressed the trigger on the detonator. The bomb exploded, taking with it several people. He strode into the vault, and began stuffing cash into his bag. As soon as he was finished, he looked out of the glass door. The police had set up a barricade outside of the store. No worries. He trusted Erebus to get him out of it. Right on time, the voice came to his head again.
"Well done, Aeron. Get to the roof now, it'll take you where you need to go."
It was time. He reached into his pocket. A little parting present for the policemen and the hostages. He laid his trap and made his way to the roof. A helicopter landed, with three policemen on it.
"We're your ride, Aeron," one of them said, pulling off her mask. "I'm Maura."
He climbed into the helicopter and watched as the policemen broke the door of the bank down and stormed in, trying to reach the landing pad before they took off. While they were in the air, they heard an enormous explosion ripple through the bank. Aeron chuckled.
"Stupid assholes."