Love is Evil

Bank Robbery

•Y/N: Your Name 
•E/C: Eye Color
•S/C: Skin Color

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Your POV:
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     Humming a soft tune that's been stuck in my head all morning, I pushed open the door to the bank and stepped inside. A week had gone by now since the robbery at Secret Brew, and it had to be the longest week of my entire life. Thankfully, the press has been laying off me lately. Things were finally starting to go back to normal again. It's about time. Now, I can actually get stuff done without worrying about somebody trying to take my picture or shove a microphone in my face. I groaned, shoulders sinking down, after seeing the long line I'd have to wait in before seeing the teller.

    'So much for a quick visit.' I pull my phone out of the purse resting against my hip and check the time. A little after noon. Frowning, I put it away and adjust the black strap on my shoulder before tugging at the knitted scarf around my neck to loosen it. Hopefully, I can make it back to work before my break is over. Just my luck.

     If only the bank didn't close the same time my shift ends. I would've came after work then, but god forbid there be a little convenience in my life. Oh well, can't be helped. I stand patiently in line, counting the heads of the people in front of me each time they moved up. I was just four away when the entry doors were slammed open and eight men ran in wearing black clothes and white plastic masks with large guns held in their hands. The color drained from my cheeks.

    'Not this again.'

    "Hands in the air!" One of the guns pointed towards my line and immediately my hands went up along with everyone else's. "On your knees!" Again, everyone did as they asked, not wanting to run the risk of getting shot, while two of the men came up behind us. I gasped when my hands were roughly pulled behind my back and a string of plastic bound my wrists, tightened to an uncomfortable length that allowed zero wiggle room to break free. All the people in line received the same harsh treatment, while I desperately looked around for anyone bearing a resemblance to Herald, but he's not here, which means anything can happen in the time it takes him to find out about this.

     Someone can easily end up with a bullet in their head. I gave a shout as my purse was ripped off my form before a black sack was thrown over my head. My body trembled, the shouts of the robbers incoherent in my ears as they gave their threats and demands. I was too scared to concentrate on anything other than my rapidly heart and heavy breathing. I heard a shuffle to my left, the sound of footsteps making a run for it, then a loud bang that scared me out of my skin. I screamed. It was so close it made my ears ring. Over the buzzing, I could hear the desperate call of a name and crying— Soon silenced by another bullet. My cheeks were soaked with tears as quiet pleas left my lips. Would I be next?

     The bag on my head was ripped off suddenly, and my wide, E/C eyes locked with the end of a gun aimed straight at my head. Afraid, I looked higher, at the gunman and felt the soul leave my body when I was met with familiar, blue eyes and a face speckled with stars. There was a moment of surprise on his face, then a smirk grew in its place, a twisted gleam in his gaze. I gulped as he crouched down in front of me, tilting up my chin with the barrel of the gun. There was little distance between us as he leaned in closer. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't move at all.

"Well, now, isn't this a pleasant surprise? I was hoping I'd see you again." The villain gave a dark cackle, sending a cold rush through my veins. He lifted his hand, and his fingers snapped. In an instant, it was like the air cut off around me. I gasped and choked, though nothing touched my throat. My lungs were screaming, and in moments, I collapsed, my consciousness gone in the blink of an eye.