New Story. Hope you like it.
Co-written by Dejavu1978.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or the wrestlers in this story. I own only my ocs. This story is fiction and is to be taken that way. No Copyright Infringement Intended.
"Get on the floor!" The bank's glass door swung open and a single man dressed in black stormed in, military style machine gun in his hands. "Now! Get down!" The black mask and hoodie disguised the man's identity as he knocked men to their knees, the few brave souls who wanted to stand up to him. A futile attempt that was an immediate failure. "Fill it." He handed a black duffle bag to the blonde haired clerk who took the opportunity to slip her ring studded hand beneath the counter and tap the emergency button. No alarm sounded. The thief had no idea the authorities were on the way.
The call went out and the SWAT team was called to the scene. Captain Dwayne Johnson stepped out of his cruiser and surveyed the scene. From the outside, the picture was quiet. The willow trees swayed with a light breeze. Billowing clouds floated across a blue sky and the people strolled by, without knowledge of the horror that played out behind the tinted black glass of the bank.
"Clear the area." Johnson ordered and directed his men to their marks. Men dropped behind their doors, their weapons ready and aimed. "Team get into position." He told his top snipers. "Cena, Orton, on the roof of the Wilson Building." John Cena and Randy Orton were the top snipers on the San Antonio SWAT team. They got suited up and headed to the building across from the bank. They were soon in position and had the bank door in their sights.
The bank doors opened and a shadow like perpetrator backed out. He turned to run and froze in his position."
"Drop the weapon! We have you surrounded! It's over!" Johnson informed the thief. "Drop your weapon!"
"I got him." He heard Randy confirm in his earpiece.
"Hold." Johnson commanded. "Someone is holding his hand." Almost as quickly as he spoke the man pulled a young lady between him and the cops. He backed up slowly, retreating back inside.
The captain looked at the door of the bank waiting for the young man to come out. He and everyone else hoped he would give up peacefully but he proved it would not be that easy.
Once he saw that his team was in place, Dwayne once again yelled into the bullhorn. "This is your last chance. Come out and give yourself up. You know this can't end well if you don't."
Justin Gabriel Brooks looked outside the window. He was uncertain of what to do. His father told him this was his chance to prove he belonged to the group. It was suppose to be a simple bank robbery. He was in disguise but had taken it off once he had pulled himself and the teller back inside. He stood there thinking about what to do. His dad would not be happy if he got caught but he saw no way out of this.
"Get over here." He snatched the teller by the throat, holding her close to his body as he stood at the windows.
Kelly Blank, the teller sobbed with the uncertainty of whether she would return home to her baby girl. They walked to the door of the bank. Justin slowly opened the door and pointed the gun at Kelly's head.
"Stay back or I will kill her." Justin yelled frantically as he took slow steps out.
"He has a hostage if you see an opening take it." Dwayne whispered into the mic that was connected to his team.
John and Randy both got their guns ready and in position. They both had the young man in their sights. They were waiting for a clear shot.
"This isn't going to end well for you, son." Dwayne said. "You need to give up."
"I won't give up." Justin said pulling Kelly closer. He pointed the gun at her head. "Let us go."
"We can't do that."
"I will kill her." He pulled the hammer back on the gun and pointed it at her. "I will do it."
"I can take him."
"Don't' try to be a hero Orton." John said to his team mate knowing how Randy would not hesitate to take a risk. "I have the same picture in my sights and there is no way without hitting the woman."
"I got him."
Justin quickened his pace, throwing his loot over his shoulder and holding Kelly firmly. He never turned his back on the cops as he started down the sidewalk.
"Take the shot now." Dwayne yelled to his team.
A first shot was heard and then another. Dwayne looked and saw Justin and Kelly both on the ground. He heard another officer say clear. He rushed to the scene.
"Relax man, the paramedics are coming." Dwayne told the young man who gurgled blood and stared at the cop with terrified eyes. He checked the woman who had been his hostage. Two fingers against her neck. He dropped his head. No pulse. A quick and precise wound to her temple had shut the door on her life.
"We got this." Daniel Bryan, one of the paramedics, said placing a bandage on the wound. "We need to get him to the hospital."
Dwayne nodded as these paramedics put Justin on the gurney and took him to the ambulance it was soon headed to the hospital.
"We tried to get him without hitting her." John walked up. He had seen both their heads fling back the instant he and Randy fired. He feared one of them had hit her. He stared at Randy, wondering if he would lose his partner.
"Don't look at me man. My bullet hit the target. Yours is in the door, right here." Randy said cockily and lit a cigarette from his pack. He felt for the woman and her family, but he had learned to remain cold toward the victims during his career. If he allowed himself to feel and see it as reality, it would overwhelm him.
"The bullet entered her skull from the side. It was his bullet that killed her. I guess the jolt from him getting shot caused the gun to go off and get her or maybe he did it intentionally. We did the best we could." Johnson sighed. "Let's get this scene under control and head to the hospital."
Daniel Bryan and Alex Riley got out of the ambulance and headed in the ER.
"What do you have?" Stephen Farrelly, the doctor on duty, asked. He was the newest doctor on staff and had moved from Ireland.
"Eighteen year old. Gunshot wound to the neck. No ID on him." Daniel informed him as they wheeled the man into the trauma room. "BP 150/100, pulse 120. Shallow breathing. We started a line in the field."
"Alright. Let's get a heart monitor on him and push lidocane." Stephen glanced at the nurse in the room. She nodded and hurried to follow his order. The idle chatter they had enjoyed earlier forgotten instantly.
"Pushing lidocane." Savannah said as she performed it.
"Let's intubate him." Stephen put a tube into the victim's throat. "Give me 15cc of morphine."
Savannah pushed the morphine into the IV. "Done."
Just as she did, Justin started seizing and convulsing. "Roll him."
"He's flat lining!" Savannah yelled. "Starting compressions."
"Push a round of epi." Stephen grabbed a set of paddles and glanced at the monitor "Clear!" He shocked Justin once. "Charge to 300. Clear." He shocked him again with nothing.
"A systole." Savannah looked at the monitor.
"Push another round. Charge to 350 clear." He shocked him once again.
"Nothing."
"Resume compresses."
Savannah continued to pump air into the Ambu bag. "Charging to 400 clear."
"Nothing."
"Push dopamine." He said as they charged the paddles again. "Charge to 450 clear."
"Nothing."
He looked at the young man on the table and the monitors. "Time of death 14:40. Any family, present?"
"I don't know." Savannah took off her gloves and headed to the waiting room.
Phil Brooks or CM Punk as he was called walked into the ER after being called by the police. They had found his son's wallet in the bank.
"I'm here for my son." He snapped at the receptionist.
"Name?" Alyssa Mizanin asked not really looking up at the man, who was well known by his reputation alone.
"Justin Gabriel Brooks."
Alyssa put the name in the computer and came up with nothing. "Sir, I don't have anyone by that name."
"He was bought in with a gunshot wound."
"Oh, one moment." She picked up the phone and called back to the ER. She talked to Savannah and told her that the young man's father was here. "The doctor is coming out."
"Thank you." Phil was polite but he was seething. He thought the cops stupid for using such force to arrest his son when there were other ways. He sat down and waited for the doctor. He looked up and saw a tall, red headed man whose skin was almost as white as his jacket heading his way.
"Mr. Brooks?" Dr. Farrelly asked. "I'm Dr. Stephen Farrelly. I was your son's doctor."
"How is my son?"
"We did everything we could. We gave him lidocane and morphine."
"He's allergic to morphine."
"I'm sorry sir, but there was no way for us to know ... He came in as a John Doe"
"How is my son?" Phil said through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry. We did everything but his heart stopped and we couldn't get it going again."
"My son is dead?" Phil held in his tears. "My son is dead! You idiot doctor!"
"Sir, even without the morphine, your son's injuries were very ..." Savannah defended her colleague.
"My son should have had a doctor who spoke English! Not this ... this clownish freak!"
"Sir, if you like, there is a grief counselor on staff."
"I don't want a damn shrink! I want this man's job!"
"Again, my apologizes for your loss." Stephen took the nurses arm and began to walk away. There was no way to sooth the grief of a parent who had lost a child.
"I want to see my son!" Phil insisted in a commanding tone.
"Of course." The doctor led the grieving father to the trauma room. "I will leave you alone."
"I'm sorry son." He looked over his son's injuries. "I will make them pay for this. They had no right to kill you."
"Mr. Brooks, we are sorry. We didn't know about the allergy to morphine." The doctor said coming back in.
"Did that kill my son?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. He came as a John Doe and we didn't know. I'm so sorry." He made his way out to leave the father with his son.
Phil leaned down by his son's head. "I promise you everyone will pay for what they did. They will not get away with killing you."
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