Day 2
"You Look Awfully Familiar"
Randy's POV
Now we're even more cramped up since we're in the considerably smaller meeting room.
It was really hard to sleep last night. Of course, the fact that I witnessed a murder didn't help either. And knowing that I could be the next homicide victim down here.
Why did I have to go and throw up anyways, huh? Why does my stomach have to be so weak?
No, I think the problem lies further down that just me throwing up. If I hadn't rushed us to get to the bank, mom and I would never have been part of this whole stupid thing.
Either way, our current predicament is my fault.
Well, at least now we only have another 14 days, and unfortunately another 14 killings. Hopefully the robber can restrain himself from eating the blood of the 14 victims. I mean, I'm sure this bank only has so many rooms down here that we can hide in.
'Food time!' I hear the man announce, yelling.
Yay! Just what I wanted, food!
Pat Etzel's POV
Maybe if I can give these people food it'll keep them occupied and keep them from asking stupid questions.
Getting the food will be the hard part. I'm definitely not going to pay for the fucking food.
So I take out a pocket knife, and head over to the wall, and chisel out a brick. I then take the brick, and toss it straight into the vending machine with the food, then throw it through the glass of the vending machine that holds the drinks.
Doing both of these things causes the crowd of people to erupt into screams. Well, at least no one's puking.
Someone starts to make a move for the vending machines.
'STOP!' I shout at them. They freeze, and sit back down slowly.
'I will pass out the food. After all, we have to ration it out over the period of 15 days' I explain.
I grab 23 bags of chips and 23 sodas out of the vending machines. I'll eat later.
Then I begin passing them out.
After everyone finishes eating, I instruct them to just toss the trash in the corner of the room.
Then the worst possible thing happens. The woman who's the branch manager speaks up.
'You look awfully familiar' she says to me.
Shit. How can she possibly recognize me after the surgeries?
'Just the way you walk and talk reminds me a lot of Patty Etzel, who used to be the branch manager at this bank' the woman, Sue Carver, says.
'Really. Well, I'm definitely not some Patty Etzel' I shout at Sue.
She can see right through the surgeries and the disguise. She knows it's me. Well, I guess I know who my next victim will be.
'You know what, we're gonna do killing time a bit early today! And the next victim will be you!' I scream at the top of my lungs, pointing at Sue.
The stupid woman puts up a fight, and goes running back to the break room. I chase her in there. She tries to run upstairs, but I shoot her twice in the leg and once in the back. She drops to the floor, dead.
Now, I don't want to get my hands messy with blood like I did last night. So who should have to carry Sue back down the stairs to the break room where the other bitch is? Maybe it should be that kid who puked everywhere. No, I'll make his mother do it. That'll really get to him.
I storm back to the meeting room.
'Alright, you! The mother of the kid who puked everywhere!' I shout.
She looks at me in fear.
'I want you to come in here. And nobody follow!' I instruct.
'You're going to drag that woman down the stairs, and lay her over there next to the other teller' I command.
Jill's POV
I can't believe he actually wants me to drag that poor woman's body down the stairs, and lay her down next to that other lady.
I know I have no choice, so I walk over to the woman's body. I grab her by the collar of her suit jacket, and drag her down the steps, and across the cement floor, over next to the other teller, just like I was instructed.
It sends shivers up my spine to touch her corpse. I start to cry, but stop myself before the man can see me.
Oh God, this is so horrible.
I feel so sorry for these two women who had to die like this. Of course, I guess I'd better save some pity for the rest of us too. After all, we still have thirteen days left to spend down here.
I return to the meeting room, and sit back down next to Randy.
'What'd you have to do?' Randy asks.
'Move that woman's corpse' I respond in a whisper.
'Oh God. That must've been like hell' he says back.
'It was' I confirm.
A/N: What does Patty Etzel have to do with our robber, Pat Etzel?
Just keep reading and reviewing to find out.
-Sincerely, Nahtan Notsinek