"Get down! Hands behind your head! Do not move or I will shoot you!"
Alfred froze. He gave the banker in front of him an alarmed look which she mirrored, her eyes wide. He dropped his card on the table. Slowly, Alfred turned to face the man who had yelled, and dropped to his knees. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A robbery? Really?
The three men held out their guns menacingly, faces hidden behind ski masks. Damn. Typical. They turned away from him, heading toward the back room. Right. The safe.
Alfred looked them over. He couldn't recognize them, not while they were this far. The man who had yelled looked lean and strong, but Alfred was pretty sure he could take him. The man on his right was bigger and buff; he would probably pose as a problem. And the last guy was small and slight-wait. Alfred's eyes narrowed. Okay, yeah, that was actually a woman. Whoops.
He stared at them, hand creeping to the gun inside his jacket. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his fingers closing over the handle. He pulled it out slowly, and then the woman turned. She stiffened, her eyes flicking to the gun in his hand and then to his face.
"Freeze!" She yelled, bringing her gun up. The two men turned too, raising their guns at him. Alfred froze, his grip tightening on his gun. And then he grinned, bright and easy. Ooh, he knew her name now. Jess Douglas, age 26, struggling actor... single mom to two kids. He blinked, his grip slackening on the gun. Damn, he shouldn't have Looked at her. The Looking thing always made him indecisive.
"Aren't the police the ones who usually say that?" He says conversationally, smiling at the three of them. He is not going to Look at the two guys. Gah. He'd probably let them rob the bank if he knew who they were. He didn't even want to shoot them now. But whatever, he could persuade them.
"Drop the gun." The buff dude grunted and pointed his own gun at the woman beside him. She stiffened, her eyes wide as she stared at Alfred pleadingly. He stared back at her. Sami Daves, age 22, newly married. Alfred bit his lip, and dropped the gun beside him. The man directed his gun to Alfred and the woman let out a long sigh of relief.
"Only one weapon, Mister Army Man?" The other guy asked cooly. Oh, so these were professional robbers. They didn't even seem that scared. And was he wearing his uniform? He looked down. Oh, right. The awarding thing. He'd forgotten about the medals. Maybe that's why the lady was smiling at him earlier.
He sighed, and reached inside his other pocket. He grabbed the second gun he kept and pulled it out, dropping it right beside the first one.
"Air Force, actually. And I don't make it a habit to carry a lot of weapons." He said calmly. They stared at him, grips tightening on their guns. Okay fine, he wasn't even in Air Force anymore, because the whole 20/20 vision thing was a drag, but whatever. Close enough.
"Hand to hand is so much better."
He lunged.
Three shots.
Alfred grinned, and rolled to the side. The shots rickoted off the floor, bullets breaking the concrete. He laughed, adrenaline running through his veins.
He slammed a fist into the buff guys's stomach. The man grunted, and then brought his own fist down on Alfred's head. Alfred spun to the side, avoiding it easily, a small smirk on his face.
He kneed the other man, and he keened, dropping to his knees in pain. Alfred laughed, spinning around wildly to avoic Jess' shot. He elbowed the buff guy, before pulling back to avoid an uppercut to the jaw.
Bitch please, he's been fighting for over 400 years. He's not that easily beaten.
He is, however, easily distracted.
As the buff guy takes another swing at him, Alfred steps back. Right into the path of the other guy's gun. He's dimly aware of a shot, and then searing pain in the back of his skull.
Alfred blinks, and stares at the darkness around him. He huffs, and taps his foot impatiently. Agh, fuck the National Representation Act; they were going to realize he wasn't dead anyway. Alfred wasn't just going to lie down and pretend he was dead while they robbed a bank. He'd be a horrible hero if he let that happen. Besides, his people would probably just think he was an angel sent by God, or a supernatural creature or whatever. Not an androgynous representation of their nation, of course not.
His eyes flutter open, just as the guys who shot him stands up and walks past him, obviously shaken. He can hear crying somewhere to his side, and Alfred bites his lip. The back of his head is matted with blood and he has a massive headache but the bullet is on the floor and the hole is gone, so Alfred's pretty content already.
He reaches inside his back pocket and grabs the third gun he keeps on him. He hesitates for a moment and then he rolls and points his gun at the three.
The civilians gasp, and the three freeze at the sound.
"That was a very bad thing to do." He said calmly. They turn towards him, fear in their eyes at the sight of a dead man. Alfred almost feels guilty.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then the doors burst open, and the police are there. Alfred looks up at them, and blinks.
"About time." He grumbles. They stare at him, and then down at his medals. They nod slowly. Alfred flashes a smile at them, and then looks back at the three shell-shocked robbers.
"If anyone says anything weird, just tell your Chief it's an NRA thing. Did you hear me? NRA. He'll understand." Alfred says clearly. They nod again, still looking slightly confused. Alfred gives them one last movie-star grin before he stands up and walks out of the bank.
"Sir, you have to give a statement!"
Alfred pauses, and then looks at the crowd of news reporters. Oh shit. Everyone was going to see his face on national TV. Then they were going to see the surveillance feed and realize he was the man who just got up after a serious head wound that really should have killed him.
He flashes a brilliant smile at them all, and then bolts. He runs away, pushing past the crowd.
This was so bad. He was going to get in so much trouble.
Of course, at that time, Alfred didn't know just how much trouble.
So. I currently have three incomplete stories now. Yay distractions! I am a very fickle person, just so you know. My mind does not like staying with one story! Haha. This is gen, so yeah, okay?
*edit: Fuck. I gave you guys the unedited version. My apologies. This one is right, i think.