The Devils Are Here...

Pyro's Story

"Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you." ~Johnny Depp

      A crash rang throughout the room as various shelves of food came tumbling down to the floor, all the while screaming from the other customers filled his ears as his stomach soon began to tighten from the terror. Of course Tiger had to be a smartass and ask before he went into the store, 'What could possibly go wrong?' Well now there was a gunman in the gas station demanding money and taking hostages.

      Even though Tiger had just come to North Korea for not even two months on a trip, he gained so much information; especially about this little town he was staying in. The town was full of robbers, druggies, alcoholics, molesters, and some poor souls who were living in this hell like him. Everyone in this town apparently knew this gas station couldn't afford security cameras due to the frequent robberies, hell the place could barely afford the rent. Tiger was in fact pissed off because his friend encouraged him to go on this vacation for the summer, go have some fun he said. Now he was wanting to strangle Thomas when he gets back to America.

      "Give me the money already damn it!" The guy snarled at the poor old man who fumbled on trying to open the cash register, but in the process was whimpering and it looked as though he was going to have a heart attack. Though Tiger had to admit that this robber was a pure 'genius', since the guy didn't even have a mask on to cover his identity.

      Tiger's breath hitched in his throat as he slowly pulled out his Kodiak camera to hopefully help the store out, when the robber leaves. Though he nearly punched the guy next to him when he opened his mouth. "Don't do that he'll kill us!" He hissed at him causing the gunman to look over at us.

      "You." The gunman breathed out softly as he sent a menacing glare, reminding Tiger 'if looks could kill' phrase. "Come here or don't and let everyone here die, starting with the old man." Tiger didn't want to, but all the people around him also gave him a glare. His feet soon began to ignore his protests and pleas as he soon began to make his way toward the criminal.

      Like an adult taking away a toy from a child he snatched the camera from Tiger's hands then he reached into his own pocket to reveal a four inch switchblade. Tiger began to tremble as as the man shoved the gun towards his own trembling body. "Hold this and if you even try to shoot me, I'll slit your fucking throat. Understand?" Tiger nodded quickly as he broke into a cold sweat, even if he did want to try to be the hero he had no idea how to use a gun.

      The wailing of police sirens immediately caught Tiger's attention giving him a slight feeling of relief, though that was easily squashed when the gunman grabbed the bag of money and handed it over to him. "Take it." The criminal said with no emotion- even his facial expression had no remorse... it was just dull of life. Tiger automatically took the gun and money, but realized that even though the gun was tiny it was extremely heavy. Before he could even react the criminal snapped a picture of Tiger.

      Only then did Tiger realize that the gunman was going to frame him and show the cops the fake evidence to only save his own skin. As he tried to turn around the man latched onto his shoulder and punched him in the side of the jaw. Tiger's skull soon radiated with pain as his mouth went numb, the back of his neck was burning and stinging, and finally he felt something wet dripping onto his neck, but he didn't even need to look down to notice the blood. Leaning against the counter he saw the gunman yell something out to the crowd of customers, but Tiger was in too much of a daze to catch what it was.

      The police soon came rushing into the building pointing their guns at Tiger. "Drop your weapon and put your hands on top of your head!" He couldn't help but swallow back the disgusting bile that arose in his throat as he thought of what was going to happen to him, since he's in a foreign country with no family or friends to help bail him out, and lastly he didn't even do anything! Dropping everything onto the ground he did as the police had told him, thinking if he did as asked they won't bring his sentence up more.