You find yourself at the entrance of the bank, in need of money, since you
are going to go shop for some boots. At the door you scrape off your shoes
and welcome the warm air.
Gosh, I hope that I have enough money, you think to yourself as you wait in line. You notice that there are five people in front of you, so you decide to occupy yourself with what kind of colour your boots are going to be.
Green? No, too outdoorsy. Blue? Nah, I have too much blue.
Your train of thought is interrupted as you notice that the line has moved. You step forward and patiently wait your turn.
Once you're next, you walk up to the teller.
Out of the corner of your right eye you see somebody pushing through the line without even saying 'excuse me' or anything.
One of the men made it to your counter. You prepare to give him a lecture about waiting for his turn like everybody else when you turn your head a notch to talk to him. But your mouth clamps shut was you see what he is carrying; a gun.
He looks at you and smiles. You take into her mind the fact that he looks like an albino with Rastafarian hair not unlike your own and dark glasses.
He turns towards the clerk and points his gun at her face. Immediately blanches and puts her hands in the air in surrender.
He lifts his guns and fires some warning shots in the ceiling to get the attention of everybody in the bank.
"This is a holdup!" another man says. "Everybody on the ground!" Everybody who didn't duck for cover immediately hits the floor, including you.
Holy crap! Your mind thinks as you cover your mouth to keep from screaming for help. You're right next to the gunmen that you can smell their cologne!
You try to move away from him, but the pale-faced man turns to you pointing the gun at your face. "Stay where you are." He orders. You slunk back into your position, having the urge to throw up.
The man turns away from you and point his gun at the teller. "Fill these up," he orders her, giving her three duffel bags. She shakily nods her head and proceeds to fill up the bag.
You then see another man, who looks exactly like the paleface you had just seen, and you quickly realize that it's his twin. He's an exact copy, from the tailored suits to the guns in their hands.
They whisper to each other something and you catch a part of a phrase: ". about the hostages."
You feel your head spinning but you put your hand on the counter to keep your balance.
Both look at you as if you spoke up. They look at each other and smile.
"Perfect." The first twin says to his counterpart.
The duffel bags are given to them, full of money, and one of the twins takes your arm and lifts you up.
"Let go of me!" you scream, but his grip tightens and you yelp out in pain.
"Come with us, or die." He says to you in a whisper.
Your self-preservation instinct kicks in and you follow him and the other henchmen outside to an SUV, their getaway car. You get shoved in the back of the car. They speed away down the road with you as their prisoner.
Your mind is swimming with fear and confusion. All is happening so fast that you lose track of where the SUV is taking you.
I have nothing of real value to give these guys! Why oh why did they chose me as their hostage?!? your mind screams to yourself.
The SUV speeds out of the city, towards the mountains, away from safety and all hope of being rescued.
Gosh, I hope that I have enough money, you think to yourself as you wait in line. You notice that there are five people in front of you, so you decide to occupy yourself with what kind of colour your boots are going to be.
Green? No, too outdoorsy. Blue? Nah, I have too much blue.
Your train of thought is interrupted as you notice that the line has moved. You step forward and patiently wait your turn.
Once you're next, you walk up to the teller.
Out of the corner of your right eye you see somebody pushing through the line without even saying 'excuse me' or anything.
One of the men made it to your counter. You prepare to give him a lecture about waiting for his turn like everybody else when you turn your head a notch to talk to him. But your mouth clamps shut was you see what he is carrying; a gun.
He looks at you and smiles. You take into her mind the fact that he looks like an albino with Rastafarian hair not unlike your own and dark glasses.
He turns towards the clerk and points his gun at her face. Immediately blanches and puts her hands in the air in surrender.
He lifts his guns and fires some warning shots in the ceiling to get the attention of everybody in the bank.
"This is a holdup!" another man says. "Everybody on the ground!" Everybody who didn't duck for cover immediately hits the floor, including you.
Holy crap! Your mind thinks as you cover your mouth to keep from screaming for help. You're right next to the gunmen that you can smell their cologne!
You try to move away from him, but the pale-faced man turns to you pointing the gun at your face. "Stay where you are." He orders. You slunk back into your position, having the urge to throw up.
The man turns away from you and point his gun at the teller. "Fill these up," he orders her, giving her three duffel bags. She shakily nods her head and proceeds to fill up the bag.
You then see another man, who looks exactly like the paleface you had just seen, and you quickly realize that it's his twin. He's an exact copy, from the tailored suits to the guns in their hands.
They whisper to each other something and you catch a part of a phrase: ". about the hostages."
You feel your head spinning but you put your hand on the counter to keep your balance.
Both look at you as if you spoke up. They look at each other and smile.
"Perfect." The first twin says to his counterpart.
The duffel bags are given to them, full of money, and one of the twins takes your arm and lifts you up.
"Let go of me!" you scream, but his grip tightens and you yelp out in pain.
"Come with us, or die." He says to you in a whisper.
Your self-preservation instinct kicks in and you follow him and the other henchmen outside to an SUV, their getaway car. You get shoved in the back of the car. They speed away down the road with you as their prisoner.
Your mind is swimming with fear and confusion. All is happening so fast that you lose track of where the SUV is taking you.
I have nothing of real value to give these guys! Why oh why did they chose me as their hostage?!? your mind screams to yourself.
The SUV speeds out of the city, towards the mountains, away from safety and all hope of being rescued.