Black was pleased.
He sat wordless, driving the van. All was silent, at least in his mind. He found he could do that, just tune everyone out, make it silent. He liked the silence. The bank job had gone fairly well, of course it was unfortunate that Green had been shot, but things could have been worse. Then there was Red. Red seemed to think it would be fun to slaughter some people. He killed, what? Three, maybe four people? It didn't matter. No harm done, at least not to the mission. So Black just kept driving the van.
"Black!"
It was White.
"Black!" White repeated.
"Yes?" Black finally replied.
"Stop the car, we're here!"
Black stopped the car, White was right, they were at the safehouse. It was a poor little school, or at least it had been. Black estimated that it had not been used for education in at least six years.
"Hurry the fuck up man!"
This time it was Red. Red was annoying, thought Black.
"I'm coming," said Black.
The group pushed their way into one of the abandoned classrooms. It was nearly empty, the only reminder that it had even been a school was the dingy green chalkboard. Even the old desks had all been moved out. Off white tiles formed the floor of the fairly large classroom.
Black placed the briefcase near the center of the room. That would make everyone a little more comfortable, the ability to see their paycheck so clearly.
Black watched as White carried the wounded Green to one side of the room and set him down on the floor.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna die! All that fuckin money. Fuckin a king's ransom, and I'll die before I fuckin get a cent," Green yelled.
"Cool out man, you aren't going to die, we just got to wait till our employer comes, and we'll all be fine, okay?" White tried to comfort Green.
"Fuck you! Fuckin there is no employer, he's not coming! We're all gonna die, I'm gonna die, you're gonna die, Black's gonna die, Red too! Fuckin all of us!" Green was screaming now.
"Why don't you just shut the fuck up okay," Red yelled back, "fuckin I don't neeed the fuckin stress right the fuck now, okay?"
"Oh, you don't need the fuckin stress huh? I FUCKIN GOT SHOT! THERE"S FUCKIN STRESS FOR YOU! I'M FUCKIN GONNA DIE BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKIN MORON!" Screamed Green.
"You better watch your fuckin little mouth," roared Red, "just cause you're a little pussy doesn't fuckin mean you can yell at me motherfucker!" Red began to close in on the bleeding Green.
Black was endlessly amused.
"Fuckin you leave him the fuck alone," White interjected, "we're fuckin gonna wait for the employer, then we're gonna get you a doctor Green. Just everyone cool the fuck out!"
At this, Red turned around, slowly walking away from Green.
"Yeah, fuck you Red! You fucking mood-swinging motherfucker. It was a perfect fucking plan! You fuck head, how the fuck could you be so fucking stupid?" Green's voice was cracking now, his wound was really getting to him.
"This is how," Red said as he quickly turned around and shot Green, killing him.
Things just got interesting, thought Black.
Whtie immediately drew his piece and put three rounds into Red's chest and stomach
"Arggh!" Yelled Red as he fell to the floor.
White quickly walked over to Green to check if he was really dead. Upon conformation, White slowly walked back towards the case, eyeing Black. For a moment the two stood there, simply watching each other. Then the both drew, leveling guns to each other's head.
"No one has to die today Black."
"I'd say we're already past that."
"We can both walk away, split it fifty-fifty."
"Did you know, my dear White, that I have not missed a target in five years?"
"I didn't know that Black." As White spoke, he stepped backward, slipping in the growing pool of Green's blood. Falling backward, White did the only thing he could do, he shot. Black too squeezed his trigger, sending a bullet to White. For a single instant, both bullets passed each other. Then that moment ended.
White's bullet miraculously flew true, finding its way to the chest of Black, puncturing one of his lungs and sending him gasping for air, flying backwards.
Black's bullet was not so true, passing within an inch of White's face, yet only scratching it.
Black landed with a thud, up against one of the schoolhouse's walls. His body was propped up, allowing him to watch his enemy as his life slowly drained away.
"Sorry Blackie," said White.
Black watched him slowly rise. Black watched him walk victoriously towards the briefcase. Out of the corner of his eye, Black saw Red struggle to his feet, knife in hand.
Isn't this interesting? Thought Black.
Red, using the last of his strength, charged White, catching him off guard. Red tackled White, bringing the fight down to the blood-soaked floor. Black watched as Red ruthlessly raked White's handsome face with the knife, pieces of the once beautiful man were being torn off. Black watched as White fired one last shot into the chest of Red in desperation. But Red would not be stopped, he continued to cut White's face into ribbons, hacking off his nose and puncturing his eyes, sending retinal fluid streaming out of the sockets. Whites screamed. But his cry was short lived as Red finally plunged his knife into White's exposed throat. Blood spewed from the great wound, and White emitted a last death gurgle before he passed.
Red slowly rose, very near death himself. He stumbled closer and closer to the briefcase, yet before he could touch it, he tripped, falling just short of the prize. His wounds had finally caught up with him, and his life was no more.
With his final breath, Black surveyed the red classroom. Blood covered its walls and formed lakes on its floor. Spent shell casings were boats in the Red Sea, floating around as they may. And finally there were the bodies. Sprawled out like vast continents of the world of death, they were the centerpieces to the gruesome scene. Then Black faded to Black.
He sat wordless, driving the van. All was silent, at least in his mind. He found he could do that, just tune everyone out, make it silent. He liked the silence. The bank job had gone fairly well, of course it was unfortunate that Green had been shot, but things could have been worse. Then there was Red. Red seemed to think it would be fun to slaughter some people. He killed, what? Three, maybe four people? It didn't matter. No harm done, at least not to the mission. So Black just kept driving the van.
"Black!"
It was White.
"Black!" White repeated.
"Yes?" Black finally replied.
"Stop the car, we're here!"
Black stopped the car, White was right, they were at the safehouse. It was a poor little school, or at least it had been. Black estimated that it had not been used for education in at least six years.
"Hurry the fuck up man!"
This time it was Red. Red was annoying, thought Black.
"I'm coming," said Black.
The group pushed their way into one of the abandoned classrooms. It was nearly empty, the only reminder that it had even been a school was the dingy green chalkboard. Even the old desks had all been moved out. Off white tiles formed the floor of the fairly large classroom.
Black placed the briefcase near the center of the room. That would make everyone a little more comfortable, the ability to see their paycheck so clearly.
Black watched as White carried the wounded Green to one side of the room and set him down on the floor.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna die! All that fuckin money. Fuckin a king's ransom, and I'll die before I fuckin get a cent," Green yelled.
"Cool out man, you aren't going to die, we just got to wait till our employer comes, and we'll all be fine, okay?" White tried to comfort Green.
"Fuck you! Fuckin there is no employer, he's not coming! We're all gonna die, I'm gonna die, you're gonna die, Black's gonna die, Red too! Fuckin all of us!" Green was screaming now.
"Why don't you just shut the fuck up okay," Red yelled back, "fuckin I don't neeed the fuckin stress right the fuck now, okay?"
"Oh, you don't need the fuckin stress huh? I FUCKIN GOT SHOT! THERE"S FUCKIN STRESS FOR YOU! I'M FUCKIN GONNA DIE BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKIN MORON!" Screamed Green.
"You better watch your fuckin little mouth," roared Red, "just cause you're a little pussy doesn't fuckin mean you can yell at me motherfucker!" Red began to close in on the bleeding Green.
Black was endlessly amused.
"Fuckin you leave him the fuck alone," White interjected, "we're fuckin gonna wait for the employer, then we're gonna get you a doctor Green. Just everyone cool the fuck out!"
At this, Red turned around, slowly walking away from Green.
"Yeah, fuck you Red! You fucking mood-swinging motherfucker. It was a perfect fucking plan! You fuck head, how the fuck could you be so fucking stupid?" Green's voice was cracking now, his wound was really getting to him.
"This is how," Red said as he quickly turned around and shot Green, killing him.
Things just got interesting, thought Black.
Whtie immediately drew his piece and put three rounds into Red's chest and stomach
"Arggh!" Yelled Red as he fell to the floor.
White quickly walked over to Green to check if he was really dead. Upon conformation, White slowly walked back towards the case, eyeing Black. For a moment the two stood there, simply watching each other. Then the both drew, leveling guns to each other's head.
"No one has to die today Black."
"I'd say we're already past that."
"We can both walk away, split it fifty-fifty."
"Did you know, my dear White, that I have not missed a target in five years?"
"I didn't know that Black." As White spoke, he stepped backward, slipping in the growing pool of Green's blood. Falling backward, White did the only thing he could do, he shot. Black too squeezed his trigger, sending a bullet to White. For a single instant, both bullets passed each other. Then that moment ended.
White's bullet miraculously flew true, finding its way to the chest of Black, puncturing one of his lungs and sending him gasping for air, flying backwards.
Black's bullet was not so true, passing within an inch of White's face, yet only scratching it.
Black landed with a thud, up against one of the schoolhouse's walls. His body was propped up, allowing him to watch his enemy as his life slowly drained away.
"Sorry Blackie," said White.
Black watched him slowly rise. Black watched him walk victoriously towards the briefcase. Out of the corner of his eye, Black saw Red struggle to his feet, knife in hand.
Isn't this interesting? Thought Black.
Red, using the last of his strength, charged White, catching him off guard. Red tackled White, bringing the fight down to the blood-soaked floor. Black watched as Red ruthlessly raked White's handsome face with the knife, pieces of the once beautiful man were being torn off. Black watched as White fired one last shot into the chest of Red in desperation. But Red would not be stopped, he continued to cut White's face into ribbons, hacking off his nose and puncturing his eyes, sending retinal fluid streaming out of the sockets. Whites screamed. But his cry was short lived as Red finally plunged his knife into White's exposed throat. Blood spewed from the great wound, and White emitted a last death gurgle before he passed.
Red slowly rose, very near death himself. He stumbled closer and closer to the briefcase, yet before he could touch it, he tripped, falling just short of the prize. His wounds had finally caught up with him, and his life was no more.
With his final breath, Black surveyed the red classroom. Blood covered its walls and formed lakes on its floor. Spent shell casings were boats in the Red Sea, floating around as they may. And finally there were the bodies. Sprawled out like vast continents of the world of death, they were the centerpieces to the gruesome scene. Then Black faded to Black.