Day 1

"You're First Bitch"

Randy's POV

'Okay, everyone might as well sit up, it isn't time for the daily slaying yet. Just don't try anything funny, I'm gonna be here 24/7. Trust me, this will be a living hell for every fucker down here' the robber says.

Everyone does as told, and sits up.

What are we going to do now? Everyone is going to be down here for the next 15 days, and there is nothing to do.

Another stupid person decides to voice their opinion 'So what the hell do you expect us to do for the next 15 days?'

'Not a whole damn lot. Everyone is going to just sit down here, only sleeping and eating. And, like I said, there will be the daily killing' explains the man with a huge smile at the daily killing part.

I take this chance to really give the man a look-over. He's about maybe 55 or 60, has a full head of brown hair that's graying, and has some kind of scar on his face right under his right eye. All in all, he could easily pass for someone's grandfather. Definitely hard to picture him as a bank robber under any other circumstances.


Robber's POV

Stupid. All of these people are stupid.

Everyone always thought I was different, but they were the different ones. I'm normal and sane. They're the weird, insane fuckers. And now I'm gonna make them realize it too. They made fun of my name. Etzel is an odd name, I know, but still. I'd rather be Pat Etzel than have a boring name like Charlie Smith or something. All the girls made fun too. I never could fit in anywhere.

Out of the blue, a phone rings.

'Nobody move!' I shout, as I take my time getting up, not because I have trouble getting up, but just to make sure that the caller starts to sweat.

'Hello' I answer heavily into the receiver.

'This is Lieutenant Molina with the Detroit PD' introduces a man.

'I don't wanna talk to nobody' I yell.

'Now, please just calm down sir. We want to try to help you. Now what will it take to get you and those people to walk out of the bank alive?' Lieutenant Molina asks.

'Nothing you can do. These people are staying in here for 15 days, and one will be killed each day. After the 15th victim, everyone remaining alive will walk out' I explain to the good lieutenant. Poor man's just trying to do his job.

'Well now, I just can't let that happen. There must be something you want. Money, or something' replies the policeman.

'I want 15 of these people to die. Nothing else will satisfy me, and nothing else will get me and these people out of here' I snap back.

I don't even give Lieutenant Molina a chance to say anything back to me, I hang up the phone as quickly as possible.

'Who was that?' asks one of the tellers, the same woman who has been annoying me and has been skeptical of everything from the start.

'None of your business. You know what, I think it's time that we had our first sacrifice. And guess what' I say to the annoying teller 'You're first bitch!'

Just the thought of this death makes my mouth water and makes me smile maliciously.

Randy's POV

Just judging from the robber's side of the conversation, that was someone with the police trying to negotiate with him on the phone.

That doesn't sound good that he only wants 15 people to die. I was hoping he wanted money or something material, besides the limp bodies of 15 of us.

I can't believe that this guy's serious.

Then I hear him say to one of the tellers 'You're first bitch!' I guess I just zoned out and missed the first part of that conversation.

Then all of a sudden I realize what "you're first bitch" means. She's going to be the first victim! Oh my God! There has to be something I can do besides just sit here.

Mom is sitting beside me, and she grabs my hand. I close my eyes, and wait for noise. I don't know what kind of noise, I've never heard someone fire a gun in real life before. I mean, I've seen it on Law and Order and Homicide: Life on the Street, but never in person.

The noise I'm waiting to hear doesn't take long to arrive. The sound is indescribable.

After the gun shot, I can hear the woman screaming out in agony.

'Shut up bitch! Shut up!' screams the robber at the top of his lungs.

He takes out his gun, and shoots her again, this time right in the middle of her forehead. The woman falls silent and stops breathing. The robber just holds her there in a pool of blood, getting his hands bloody.

And now, ew, yuck! He's starting to lick the teller's blood off of his hands, and he appears to be enjoying it too. Great, so we have a regular Hannibal Lecter on our hands.

I think I'm about to be sick.

Unfortunately, I'm correct, and I do so.

'Stop that! Stop that you stupid son of a bitch!' yells the robber, pausing from his blood snack.

All I can manage is a series of groans and mumbles.

'Okay, everyone out of here since short shit couldn't hold his breakfast. We'll go to the meeting room right next door' the man commands.

Everyone begins to get up and move as told.

As I do so, I wonder how the robber knows so much about the layout of this bank. I mean, not just anybody off the street would know that there's a break room down here, and that there's a meeting room right next door like he said. Hmm.


Pat Etzel's POV

Shit. I just gave out a little too much information. I shouldn't have mentioned that about the meeting room, or about the break room being down here.

But it's not like anyone would recognize me as Pat Etzel, the former branch manager of this bank. No one does, otherwise Brenda would've mentioned something before I killed her, since she's been here for 40 years, and since we used to be best friends. Yeah, well that's all in the past now. They shouldn't have fucked with me.

A/N: So, what does everyone think?

We now know the robber's name, but there's something about him, in his past that you don't know yet. He obviously has a past with this bank, but why didn't the dead teller recognize him then?

Just keep reading and reviewing to find out.

-Sincerely, Nahtan Notsinek