15 Days, 15 Victims
Prologue "Be First, Bank Last"
'Mom, hurry up, we'll be late getting to the bank' 16 year old Randy Taylor says.
'Sweetie, I'm moving as fast as I can. Besides, the bank lobby doesn't open until 7:30' hollers back Jill.
Randy was excited to get to the bank so he could withdraw money to pay for a school trip he is supposed to go on in May.
May is still 4 months away, but the school needs the money 2 months in advance.
After the bank, Randy would be going Ypsilanti to spend the weekend with Lauren and her family at a ski lodge.
Jill would spend the weekend with some friends at a spa. Tim is out of town doing a special seminar for Binford. Brad and Mark are still in bed.
'Alright Randy, do you have everything that you'll be needing this weekend?' Jill asks as she grabs her coat, then her purse, and finally out of the purse, she produces the car keys.
'For the thousandth time mom, yes!' says an exasperated Randy.
He can't understand why she has to ask the same question three or four times. As if the answer would change each time. 'Oh well, that's just her personality' he always tells himself.
Randy walks out to the car and puts his suitcase in the trunk, and gets inside on the passenger side of the front seat.
'I'll be right there' yells Jill from the kitchen.
'What'd you forget now?' Randy mumbles to himself while pushes the button to open the garage door.
'Alright. Now I'm ready to go' says Jill while getting into the car after depositing her suitcases in the trunk of the car next to Randy's.
During the 15 minute ride to The First Bank of Detroit, both Randy and Jill are silent, with the only source of noise being the radio.
'Well now, see that Randy? The bank isn't even open yet' Jill says to her middle son.
'Come on, let's go up their and wait with the other people' pleads Randy.
'Oh, alright. But don't blame me if you get sick' warns Jill as she's getting out of the car.
They wait for 10 minutes until a teller comes and unlocks the doors for the crowd to enter. In short, it's mass chaos.
Everyone is pushing and shoving so that they can be one of the first to be waited on, and be one of the first out.
Randy and Jill were near the front of one of the lines.
Randy's POV
Just as the tellers began their long, grueling day, you can hear a man shout from the back of one of the lines.
'Everybody get down on the floor!' shouts the man.
Of course instead of listening to the man, everyone looks toward the back of the bank. Sure enough, there's a man there with a gun.
'I said everybody down on the floor, damn it!' yells the man again.
This time, most of the people listen.
I can feel something pulling on my arm, trying to pull me down. It's mom.
'What are you doing?' I demand in a whisper.
'Get down Randy. If we listen to the man, and let him get his money, then everyone can get out of here safely' she says to me.
I do as mom says, and get down on my hands and knees.
'Okay. Now, I want you' he says pointing to a teller with his gun 'to close all of the blinds, and lock all of the doors, and don't try any kind of funny shit with me'.
'Everybody else will crawl downstairs to the break room' orders the robber.
'Where is it?' asks one brave soul.
'Follow that bitch' the man yells, pointing at another teller.
'And when you finish locking the doors, get your fucking ass down there too. In fact, I'll make damn sure you do. Everybody else get the fuck down to the break room!' the man yells.
Everyone obeys the man, and crawls down to the break room, led by the designated teller.
I can't believe how cold it is down here. Uh-oh, here comes the man again.
'Listen up fuckers. There are 25 people here. I am keeping everyone down here for 15 days. For each day, one person will be killed in front of everyone else. I will choose this person based on who I think deserves to live. So behave!' shouts the man.
This scares me. What if I'm not one of the 10 lucky people? What if mom isn't one of the 10 lucky people? If she isn't, then I'll just sacrifice myself the next day to hopefully spare everyone else trouble. No, I won't even think about that. We'll be one of the lucky 10. We may not even need a lucky 10. We'll probably all be out of here by noon. I mean, the police will come, right?
A/N: So what does everyone think about this? It's my first fan fiction ever, so let me know if there's anything I can improve on.
Please read and review, like I said, I want to improve, but can't without feedback.
Thanks for reading, I really do appreciate it.