by N555champ /\and/\ X-Ninja
originally published at 04:16PM on Monday, July 14, 2008

Steve left the room with the manager. I turned around surveying my hostages. There were four of them. Two were older men, another was a lady in her mid-thirties with a baby clinging o her chest. The baby began to wail. I could feel my nerves thinning.
“Shut that thing up!” I screamed, pointing my gun at them. What was I becoming?
“Sorry…” I muttered, “Get up, I’m moving you guys. Come on.” I walked behind the clerk counter and found a door. I opened it and lead them inside.
“Stay here.. If you move.. I-I-I’ll kill you.” I said as I shut the door. I looked out the glass window. The cops were outside but they didn’t dare come in. I hunkered down behind the clerk’s desk and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I couldn’t do this. Sure I was a god shot but I wasn’t a killer. As I sat behind the desk Steve appeared.
“Put him in there.” I mumbled.
“Dude, there’s a shitload of-” Steve began
“Are you an idiot? Do you think e are gonna’ live through this? We are either going to die or go to jail!”


  • Banking by N555champ /\and/\ X-Ninja