Sunglasses at Night
A Prologue
A quiet day in the city of monsteropolis, blue sky, yellow sun, black hooded thugs with grey guns holding up the first national bank.
"This. Is. A. Robbery!"
The first man walked in, punctuating each word with a bullet shot into the ceiling. As people ran for cover, or just fell to the ground sobbing 'Don't hurt me!' The other two hooded men behind him chuckled and waved their pistols haphazardly, laughing at the flinches and cries from each hostage on the floor.
"Good, nice to know you all know the rules. Now, play nice and we can all leave in time to be on the 9 o'clock news..."
As back up ran up to each window, waving both the empty bag he came in with and a pistol in the other hand, the first looked around pleased, no one trying to be a hero, the only authority figure here is a fat, worn out, rent-a-cop, blubbering in the corner no other police of any sort around, for now.
"Hmm?"
Wait, in the back, still a guy standing?
He's just waiting at the window like it was any other trip to the bank!
"Oi, what's your problem then?"
Back up had just reached the guy's window, and he still hadn't moved an inch.
"You deaf? We've got pistols-,"
_Blam! Blam! Blam!_
Three shots initiated screams from the crowd on the floor,
"-Loaded pistols boy, now get on the floor!"
And when the guy still wouldn't answer, he lifted his arm,
"Look boy, if you want to be a bloody hero-"
"Don't. We can't risk getting caught up with murder charges."
A hand on his shoulder and a hard stare stopped the back up from doing anything that would make them public enemies number 1,
"Go get the other windows."
The first nodded behind him and when back up followed the orders, he turned to the man. Still standing, his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses,
"Get down."
The first jammed his fist into the small of the mans back, but to no response, the guy didn't even flinch!
"~"
And now he's whisleing? Alright time to show some respect for the guy with the gun...
"Look kid, if you don't get down, I'll have to make you get down."
The gun poking the back of his head, the kid knew what was what, but he still wouldn't even turn!
"Oi! Wots this? Ice cream? Why ya shouldn't have!"
Both the guy and the first turned to watch as back up had seemed to finish up with his duties and was now stealing an ice cream cone from a sobbing little girl,
"Now that's just crass."
"Oh, so now you talk! Well too late!"
The guy now turned to face the first and his gun head on,
"You should've spoke up sooner! You could've prevented this. Let this teach you, when a man with a gun wants your attention, GIVE IT TO HIM!"
A calculated turn, a few inches, deflected the bullet towards the back up, dropping the ice cream, he fell to the ground,
"AHHHH! DAMN IT ALI!"
"Ali, nice name. I will remember it."
With each step the guy took, the first took two. He didn't even have a scratch on his face where the bullet hit him!
"W-what y-your, your a-a-"
_smack!_
A fist to his nose sharply dropped the first, who crumpled to the ground.
"I will assume you two have noticed that rubber bullets would not do any damage to me, so you will try to attack me."
The guy addressed the other two that came in. They looked at each other for a second and both came to the same conclusion,
"Run away!/AHHHHH!"
"... Or not."
They didn't get very far as a red and white helmet dropped the one closest to the double doors. Only one left, his black shirt still stained with the vanilla ice cream he had taken from the little girl. "It is not nice to just take ice cream."
"AHHHHHH!"
Bullets fired randomly at his vicinity, luckily he wasn't hitting any hostages, but the guy had better take him out quick. Running, the guy hit him square off on the jaw, knocked out cold.
"Huph."
The guy scoffed, turning to where he threw his helmet, he picked it up and rifled through his pockets till he found a few coins. Stepping over the back up and crouching down he dropped the coins in her hands.
"Here little girl, get two scoops this time. I am sorry that the mean man took your ice cream."
Standing up, he took his helmet in his hand and walked out with out a word, even with the half dozen or so voices telling him to 'wait!'
With out a word, Protoman put on his helmet and pulled out his visor over his sunglasses, and kicked alive his motorcycle. Scarf dancing in the wind, he left the first national bank of
Monsteropolis behind minutes before any policeman hit the scene.
First Story ever on-line so... Hi! You can call me Alex!
My Name is QiZ! (Pronounced Quiz) And as you can see from my stylish font, I am the brains of the operation.
I'm Xando (Pronounced how ever the #!* I want it to be) And I'm here to be awesome.
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