"No one fucking move!" The guy said, he sounded local, at least so far as I could tell. He had a gun, a snub nose pistol to be accurate. He was pointing it at the petrified customers and horrified staff. I only caught a fleeting glimpse of the accomplice who timidly came in behind the gunman. She was much smaller and only held a fishing knife in hand. Both had balaclavas and left nothing to the imagination. I did note the accomplice was a chick with a skirt on and fairly long auburn hair.
The only thing I was thinking was this; Leon don't be brave. Leon don't be stupid. This was my mantra. I looked at Leon, my head was down on the counter but my fearful eyes connected with his. I knew this was an adrenaline rush for him. His eyes spoke of a crazed man who was willing to put his life on the line to protect and serve the people. Such as his occupation details. Leon also had his head low as the gunman walked by us. I don't think the deranged robbers noted he worked for Boston police department. If they did he would most likely be dead.
The man holding the gun set about robbing the cashier. He pointed his weapon at our friendly waitress you know the geeky one. She was stronger than her colleagues who were crawled up on the floor tears streaming down there faces, not that I could see them.
"I want what is in the register!" The gunman autocratically dictated. Pointing the gun at the geeky waitress.
The waitress sniffled and eventually agreed. She pressed a few buttons and the till opened.
I learned there and then that when it comes to life and death you submit to whoever holds the gun. Our geeky waitress glanced back at the chefs who had shit themselves and were not in sight.
"Come on," the man said a couple of times over. he had a black backpack and handed it to the tearful waitress who had served us so diligently and was now serving the robber. "All the money in the bag, now! Fill it up!" the Boston native holding the gun said, "be quick about it."
My heart felt like it was on a rollercoaster, one minute I felt my heart above my head the next it was dropping below my legs. My legs trembled and I caught a glimpse of the gunman who was ready to shoot should someone do something stupid. I dare not move, no one did.
"Be quick about it!" The gunman said as the sole register was emptied in seconds. "That all?"
"The safe," the geeky waitress squeaked like a mouse.
The woman I could not see bar the brief entrance, she was mugging those in the store. I heard her.
"Hand it over," I heard the woman say. She did not sound as aggressive as her partner in crime. "Phones, cash, cards, watches whatever you got on ye take it off and place it in the bag." She was latina or at least had the voice of a woman who was Hispanic. Not to stereotype it was just a fact.
The man with the gun demanded the contents of the safe. "It's in the manager's office," the waitress said, "it's in there," she pointed to the door.
Reluctantly, the waitress moved to where the safe was situated the man holding the gun hopped the counter to make sure she would not do anything stupid. Not that she would, she was scared but braver than her fellow staff members who sobbed and sobbed.
Leon looked at me, I saw the eager glint in his eyes. he wanted to be a hero. How unwise.
"Don't do it," I uttered autocratically.
The Hispanic woman then approached us. "C'mon," the lady said. Leon reached for his wallet.
The woman holding the knife told him to "hurry," but she looked away fleetingly.
Big mistake.
It was at that point Leon grabbed her arm and slammed her head into the counter. It was one swift move. It was as though it had been choreographed. She was knocked out cold.
People had breathed a sigh of relief, you could literally hear the sigh.
You could hear the gunman from the other room yelling so he was. "I want it all in the bag!" He said to the geeky waitress.
Leon then put his finger to his mouth to silence the terrified people.
Leon easily and silently hopped the counter and picked up the pot of coffee and slowly crept to where the other scoundral was.
The next thing I heard was glass smashing and someone a man screaming.
I feared the worst.
The worst I feard.
Then I heard a gunshot crack through the room. It destroyed my lobes. This was enough to terrify the people further. Everyone around the diner made a dash for the exit.
Not I.
Then, the hero emerged.
The crazed gunman had been caught.
Jerry's had been saved.
Leon had him by the scruff of the neck. The gunman's face was red and bloody he had been severely burned and cut. Leon had done his due diligence as an officer of the law.
Another promotion was in store.
"Oh, Leon are you alright?" I asked him as I noticed he had been shot.
"Just a graze," he says with a grimace. I go to passionately kiss him and embrace him. Typical Leon rebuffs my cutesy move and says, "I have work to do."
I see the geeky waitress come from behind them, she is safe and smiling and everyone around the dinner who did not flee in fear all clap and congratulate the brave Leon Holmes.
Everyone who is in the diner goes to take back there possessions. There is a scramble and the latina is about to make a dash for the exit. I elbow her in the nose. She falls back to the ground.
Leon looks disappointed and then says. "You best be of Ella, or you'll be kept as a witness. I don't want you to miss your graduation. Go on of ye go."
It was not the right moment to hug him or peck him on the cheek so I swung my bag over my shoulders and left the dinner.
Thus ended; The Hero.
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End Of Man (COMPELTIONG ESTIMATION 6/9/2019
Horror*Started 6/9/2018 Ella Nijinsky is graduating from Harvard School Of Medicine. She is infamous for an experiment she carried out under the supervision of the professor Dr. Juilet Minerva. She is recruited by a shady organisation called SOW. To her...
