Robbery And Joy
My First Story Post to Sofurry. But Hopefully not my last. This one was written a while back, and I didn't really do a lot of correction.
So please, tell me what you think
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-Jeff Magill
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Robbery And Joy
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Hello there, I truly hope you do not mind me asking you a question. Have you ever been shot at?
No, I do not mean those paint-ball or air-soft guns. I am talking about the real life fully loaded meant
to do serious harm guns. Well, I have a few times. Each one quick and powerful, and all in the same
day. Wait, I am getting ahead of myself. Lets step back a little and catch you all up.
Today I was at Bank Of America to make one special withdrawal. It was easy, yet tedious at the
same time. Mainly because of all the security I had to go through. It took me nearly thirty or so
minutes just to retrieve the object within the bank. But that was nothing to sweat over, just standard
procedure at the bank. Normal ever day things that they had to do day in and day out.
So there I was, my withdrawal safely tucked away within my pockets, myself mentally preparing for
what I had planned next. I was so engaged with my own self-thoughts I did not even notice the butt of
some rifle type weapon slamming into my chest. Sending me backwards, back into the bank.
Knocking the wind straight out of my lunges. The sound of gun fire filled the bank along
with a few screams along with one powerful voice yelling at the top of his lungs, "Everyone
on the ground now! This is a hold-up!"
Safe to say, everyone followed orders pretty well. For at that moment, everyone, including the
security guards. The people hired by the bank to protect us against this type of events, where on flat
on the floor in a few seconds. Some even quicker then that.
Slowly my head lifted, my curiosity forcing me to look at the men who at the moment held the fate
of twelve people within the bank. From my position on the floor, I was able to see one of them. A
man within what could have been a suite straight out of the old Miami Vice television show, with his
face covered with a ski mask matching his jacket. He held what appeared to be a MP5 sub-machine
gun.
The second however was behind me, ordering a few of the bank-tellers to stand and empty the
vaults, but I assume he had some sort of shot gun type weaponry. His partner with the MP5 started
moving through the crowds. Making sure no one is doing anything currently unwise for there health,
or for the other civilians within the bank. I was sure no one was going to do anything stupid.
It felt like hours going through this process, and somehow no one did anything stupid that would get
either robbers wrath brought on to us. The bank was emptied, and they where going to make a clean
break. With no one even being bruised, except for myself. The two robber eyes roamed over us and
spoke once more "it's time for all ya to make a deposit, to us! Everyone line up now! Valuables
out!"
Again, we all complied. Lined up like the men asked, they went from one to the other. Everyone
emptied whatever they had into there bags, no questions asked. Until, it was my turn to deposit my
own valuables. I just knelt thinking with a shotgun, a Spaz12 in front of my face as they kindly asked
me to give up my stuff once more.
"Screw you..." the words flew from my lips, causing anger to rise within the robbers. Well, that
was until one of them revived my fist into there stomach sending him up into the air with ease.
Knocking the wind right out of him; causing his partner turned his shotgun on me, lifting it almost
as if in slow motion towards me. Even as I start my charge towards him. My body colliding with his, my strength magnified with my drive to live, my drive to get out of here and use what I withdrew earlier.
Then it happen. I was shot, eight times in different locations. Obviously shots from the
one carrying the submachine-gun. My body collapsed on the floor. My mind filled with the thoughts
of the men and women who knew they where going to die. About the loved ones, about her. My
limbs burned, numbing by the loss of the blood. The same blood that pooled around my body.
The last few things I remembered was bright flashing lights growing duller and duller till I was
engulfed in blackness. A nothingness that we all dread. No sight, no sound, just the feeling of
floating in this inky blackness.
And here I remain. So far I lost track of how long I was floating within this blackness. My mind
kept going to back to how I would never see one person. One person that I went to the bank for. The
one I withdrew that object. With these thoughts my depression rose higher and higher. Until pain
surged through my form. With only one word being repeated over and over. I wasn't able to
understand the word at all. But it always followed the pain.
"GAHHHH" my body shot up. My sight blinding with pure whiteness, and a deep ringing within
my ears. I felt hands grasping and groping over my body for what felt like minutes. Soon, my vision
cleared showing people in medical garb surrounding me. Then once more darkness. But this time, I
knew I wasn't within the same darkness. I knew I was alive.
The next time I regained consciousness I was within a hospital bed with my love sitting right next to
me. A smile on her face as tears strolled down. She wrapped her warm soft arms around me, holding
me as she cried. My own arms joined in the embrace with a smile. "Hey there sweetie."
She giggled and kissed, just happy that I was wake and alive, with her. "Hey, would you mind
checking my inside jacket pocket. I got something there for you." She did that, and found a ring. A
beautiful golden ring with eighteen Karat. She looked at me, a confused look on her face as I asked
her one question. "Will you marry me?"
She smiled and nodded as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. Turned out to be an okay day
after all.