"All right! Now nobody move an inch! We're gonna take all the money in this here bank!" the dirty robber cocked his shotgun and pointed it towards several people huddled against the far side of the bank's wall.

"-And no one better get no ideas about trying to play hero today! Lest you want a hole where your intestines should be!"

The robber with the shotgun, or the leader, nodded to his partner, and then turned to the mustached man behind the counter and aimed the shotgun barrel in his face.

"Go on! Move it! Put the money in bag!" He threw the teller a large burlap sack "And hurry it up!" The teller fumbled around with the sack trying to find its opening. He then ripped open the cashier register and started to shovel all the money inside.

The leader smirked widely.

It felt GOOD to be here, robbing the bank, frightening hostages, taking what he wanted. It was the main thing he had done with most of his life. Robbing, killing, taking whatever caught his fancy. And h had been damn good at it too, causing nearly 4 dozen robberies in 4 years. Until that day, when some peachy, pearly-toothed, wide-eyed young Sheriff had finally caught him and put him away while he was in the best years of his life. He never forgot that day, or that man. If he ever saw that law-upholding bastard again it would be too soon. But those were thoughts for late. RIght now, he had business to attend to.

"That's it. And make sure to get all the other registers!" He turned to the right to communicate with his brown-haired partner.

"Ramon! Here!" He threw a smaller sack to him. "Take all the money in their wallets! And the men's cufflinks! Don't forget the women's jewelry!" Ramon nodded eagerly to his boss and turned around. He marched up to the frightened hostages and grabbed one of the women roughly by the wrist. Shoving her against the wall, he caused her to send out a small scream.

"Well now, you're a pretty little thing." he sneered, staring into her shaking blue eyes.

"Why don't you be a good girl and put all your nice things you

a-wearin' in this here sack? Could you do that for me darlin'?" As he stared at her with a big ugly grin, she mustered a little foolish courage.

"NO! Get away from me!" she yelled out as her small hand slapped his black-streaked face hard. "These are my family's heirlooms and you can't take them! If you want nice things you should just go get a job like the rest of us!" She yelled in a demanding voice. At that moment the whole room stood deathly still; even the teller had stopped shoveling the money from the last register to watch. Ramon slowly turned his head back to glared angrily at the woman.

"Well now. That wasn't very nice. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!" He grabbed her soft blond hair, tucked neatly underneath her pink bonnet and threw her head back roughly, hurting her neck. She let out a gasp but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of another scream.

"Heh, I like what I'm seeing." He exclaimed, letting his eyes graze across her fine body. She had fine porcelin skin covered up by a fine pink dress over a crisp white slip, white stockings and pink shoes with heels. His face got real close to her and he could smell the scent of farm and animals all over her. His smirk that appeared on his face looked evil with vile intentions.

"I know exactly how I'm gonna teach you some manners! Bosarona!" He called to his leader.

"We're taking this one with us!" The leader Bosarona waved his shotgun wildly. "Hot damn! We got us some fine company tonight!" He wiped his head around to see the teller still staring.

"Did I tell you to stop? Huh? Are you stupid or something?" The teller snapped out of it and shook his head quickly.

"Then move your ass! Or I'll have to start doing this!" Bosarona aimed the shotgun at the counter, as the teller ducked, and fired a round into the wood, sending brown shards flying everywhere. The hostages gasped in fear while the robbers begin to laugh insanely.

"Now that was fun!" He whirled around and pointed on the floor around the feet of the hostages.

"I think I'll do it again!" Bosarona fired his second shotgun blast into the floor, causing the people to scream when the wooden pieces flew at their legs.

"AHAHAHAHAH! Finally some action around here!" He cocked the shotgun back open and loaded another two rounds. He raised the shotgun toward the ceiling and fired a blast into the ceiling, causing pieces to fall. Bosarona turned around again to set his eyes on the scared teller, who still wasn't moving a finger. " I thought I told you to MOVE! YOUR! ASS!" he screamed. The teller stood motionless and yet shaking badly. Bosarona brought the gun up and aimed at the poor teller's face. "Please… no…." the teller managed to slip out.

""Save your beggin'for the devil!" he sneered. "Now say goodbye to ugly mug!" He pulled his shoulders back to prepare for his guns backlash.

BANG!

Bosarona reeled in pain; his shotgun dropped to the floor with a dull thud as his right hand clutched his bleeding left one. Sweat formed on his brow and matted his black hair against his dirty forehead. His eyes got a crazed look in them as they darted around. "Holy hell! Bosarona! You okay?" His partner asked as his head moved around quickly to find the shooter.

"Hell no you idiot! Someone just sent a round into my left hand!" HE wiped his body around and looked the hostages menacingly. "Which one of you did that? Which one of you damned fools wants to die today?"

Bosarona then felt the cold, metal, feel of a gun barrel against the very back of his head. He watched as his partner went wide-eyed and stiff.

"It's you who's the damned fool."

'Dammit! There's only one man I know who has that voice!'

"Reach for the sky, Bosarona."

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