Yea, the next chapter. I hope I don't get like, flogged for posting this.
*Ducks* I think that it was my job, and well. I think it's done. *Looks at
Silver* We like to keep great conversation over our FanFiction and all.
*Grins* That is all we talk about, not about guys, or dances, or friends,
or how much we hate math. No, we just talk about this. *He-he-he*
"Mr."
"My name Frank."
"Ok, Frank, why are you doing this? Son, you are going to be in a whole lot of trouble if you don't give into the police now. But if you agree to come along nice and without any trouble, then maybe the judge will be a little more, um, understanding."
Tim rolled his eyes as he settled against the counter, rolling his thumbs lightly. 'What a moron, they send in one of the negotiators who probably got all his lines off some WB Action Movie from the 80's.'
"It's up to you, but I believe strongly that what you are doing isn't all your fault. I think that something horrible led you to make this disastrous decision. Son, do you want to talk about it?" The man asked as he moved slightly closer to Frank.
Frank eyed the man oddly and shook his head. "What in the hell. who are you?"
"Oh yes, my name is Collins. Jamie Collins." The negotiator said softly, blinking with care. "Would you like to talk about anything Frank? What led you to rob this bank? Are you in debt, did someone close to you hurt you? You can tell me what happened."
Frank looked around slowly, and nodded. "I'll tell you. I will tell you."
"Oh spare us." Arthur whispered under his breath as he watched Frank begin from his childhood stories. 'The last thing I need is another mumbling lunatic telling me about their problems. I get that enough at work.' He thought as his eyes looked over to where Tim sat. He studied the boy, seeing that something had the child's attention. Yet he wasn't sure what.
It seemed that the boy was watching the man who had just came from his coffee break. Arthur shook his head, not interested in the situation. His life was on the edge here and he needed to keep focused on how the negotiator was doing. After all, the kid's head had never seemed to be screwed on right.
Frank was crying almost, his eyes were wet with unshed tears, and his hands hung limply between his knees. "My parents divorced when I was three and from then on it went downhill. not to mention my, *sniff*, aunt."
'Never mind, the boy is more interesting.'
Tim stretched, wishing that he could fling into action, wishing that he could be at home watching his TV show. 'So much for wishing, that show is long gone. its been a whole half hour since came on, there is no way I can make it home in time.' His eyes scanned the area for the thousandth time. Frank was still telling his tragic tale. It was as if the man had it all prepared, and he had just been waiting for someone to ask.
"My mother died three months ago, not that it matters, she never loved me. she never worried about me. She just worried about Silvia! Damn Silvia!"
"Calm down Frank, Silvia is you step sister, correct?"
The man named Frank nodded slowly, looking around at the crowd. "She is. Silvia Amy-Jane Wessel. I just called her Sly though, because she looked like a weasel, not to mention her last name."
"Frank, has it ever occurred to you that you need a councilor."
"No, what I need is a friend, damn it! No councilor can help me now!" Frank screamed as he leapt to his feet. "Haven't you been listening to my story? I never had a friend in my whole life!"
"Frank, there is not reason to get upset, I want to be your friend, I want to help you, but I can't unless we settle down!" Jamie explained quickly.
Arthur felt his lips tug into a smile. "No, what he wants would be, you to let us go so he can throw your ass behind bars." He hadn't thought that Frank could hear him, and truth be known, he didn't mean to say the words out loud, but before he knew it, it was to late.
Frank shook the gun at Arthur, rage in his eyes as he glared callously. "I hate you! I warned you and now you-." He didn't finish. Instead he pulled the trigger.
Tim cursed, seeing the action. He leapt up and slammed into Arthur just as the bullet shot off. He felt something bite into his left calf as he slid across the floor with the councilman.
"HELP!"
"My GOD! He has gone mad!"
"He'll kill us all!"
People screamed and shouted as Frank threw his gun at Jamie and ran towards Arthur and Tim. "I'll kill you! You son of a bitch! You ruined my life!"
Tim looked up just as Frank threw himself at the two. The boy jerked his foot up, and slammed it into the man's unsuspecting face, knocking him back. "Back off Frank!"
Frank took the hit like a grown man, stumbling back slightly. He blinked and looked down at his gun, as if suddenly understanding that he no longer had it, that he was no longer the main man. Frank slid over, and snatched it up, aiming at Tim. "Mama always said she wouldn't stand for a da*n bad boy! She always said that Sylvia was good! Well boy, you made mama mad!"
Tim watched as the man screamed out his words, linking them with threats. He struggled fiercely to pull himself off Arthur and get Frank down, yet as he stood a sharp pain erupted in his left calf. The boy slid to the ground, not making a noise as he felt the burring pain.
"Bad boy." Frank whispered as he pulled on the trigger. As he let it shoot off, he felt a body slam into him, causing the bullet to slice past Tim's head, dangerously close.
The boy threw his head back, eyes wide as he watched Frank tumble to the ground, and the man from the coffee break hovering over him, hands dangling at his sides awkwardly. "Br." He didn't finish as the man turned, glaring at him.
"Run, he is down, grab his weapon!" Arthur screamed as he scrambled to his feet, shoving Tim away from him. "Don't just stand there! Unarm him!"
Tim grabbed Arthur's arm, and pulled himself up, glancing casually down at his leg. 'Crap, sliced me.'
"What's wrong boy?" Arthur demeaned as he watched Tim steady himself on the counter.
"Er. I'll be fine." Tim managed, blinking back to where the coffee break man had been. It had been Bruce, but now. he was gone, and Frank was unconscious on the ground. "Where is he?"
"Who? Frank? He is right there? Are you sure you are ok?" Arthur demanded, cocking his head, feeling sorry for the boy. well, almost sorry.
"Not Frank. never mind, forget it." Tim grumbled as he pouted slightly.
Arthur studied him with little care. The boy was his responsibility, and the last thing he needed was Bruce Wayne on his back. Instead of finding the boy in perfect health, his eyes fastened on a bloody left leg. "Kid! You've been shot!"
Tim looked down, yet another time, at his leg. "I think he just took off a small chunk."
"A-A small chunk! You must be stunned." Arthur let out as he looked around franticly. 'He has to be stunned.'
Tim smiled, and then sat down on the floor. 'Act this one out Timmy, lets get some painful expressions going.' He stressed his face, not liking the job. "Can you just get me home Author? I want to go home."
"I would say! Hey! Hey! Over here, this child has been nicked in his calf!"
Tim watched as a doctor bent down beside him, tisking casually, and began asking a few random questions, and then helping Tim into the ambulance.
Tim watched as Author climbed in behind him, tugging on his collar.
"You feeling ok? You aren't going to die on me."
The boy smiled as he eased back. "Naw, I'll make it. but just promise me this Author."
The man nodded, signaling the boy to go on.
"You will treat me to my damn lunch when I get out of this hospital!"
Author tried to smile. He would never understand kids.
*Grins* I think this is done. *Looks at Silver then back at crowd* Ummm, if it isn't may I be burned, and you shall have another chapter! *Winks* I know you all want another chapter!
"Mr."
"My name Frank."
"Ok, Frank, why are you doing this? Son, you are going to be in a whole lot of trouble if you don't give into the police now. But if you agree to come along nice and without any trouble, then maybe the judge will be a little more, um, understanding."
Tim rolled his eyes as he settled against the counter, rolling his thumbs lightly. 'What a moron, they send in one of the negotiators who probably got all his lines off some WB Action Movie from the 80's.'
"It's up to you, but I believe strongly that what you are doing isn't all your fault. I think that something horrible led you to make this disastrous decision. Son, do you want to talk about it?" The man asked as he moved slightly closer to Frank.
Frank eyed the man oddly and shook his head. "What in the hell. who are you?"
"Oh yes, my name is Collins. Jamie Collins." The negotiator said softly, blinking with care. "Would you like to talk about anything Frank? What led you to rob this bank? Are you in debt, did someone close to you hurt you? You can tell me what happened."
Frank looked around slowly, and nodded. "I'll tell you. I will tell you."
"Oh spare us." Arthur whispered under his breath as he watched Frank begin from his childhood stories. 'The last thing I need is another mumbling lunatic telling me about their problems. I get that enough at work.' He thought as his eyes looked over to where Tim sat. He studied the boy, seeing that something had the child's attention. Yet he wasn't sure what.
It seemed that the boy was watching the man who had just came from his coffee break. Arthur shook his head, not interested in the situation. His life was on the edge here and he needed to keep focused on how the negotiator was doing. After all, the kid's head had never seemed to be screwed on right.
Frank was crying almost, his eyes were wet with unshed tears, and his hands hung limply between his knees. "My parents divorced when I was three and from then on it went downhill. not to mention my, *sniff*, aunt."
'Never mind, the boy is more interesting.'
Tim stretched, wishing that he could fling into action, wishing that he could be at home watching his TV show. 'So much for wishing, that show is long gone. its been a whole half hour since came on, there is no way I can make it home in time.' His eyes scanned the area for the thousandth time. Frank was still telling his tragic tale. It was as if the man had it all prepared, and he had just been waiting for someone to ask.
"My mother died three months ago, not that it matters, she never loved me. she never worried about me. She just worried about Silvia! Damn Silvia!"
"Calm down Frank, Silvia is you step sister, correct?"
The man named Frank nodded slowly, looking around at the crowd. "She is. Silvia Amy-Jane Wessel. I just called her Sly though, because she looked like a weasel, not to mention her last name."
"Frank, has it ever occurred to you that you need a councilor."
"No, what I need is a friend, damn it! No councilor can help me now!" Frank screamed as he leapt to his feet. "Haven't you been listening to my story? I never had a friend in my whole life!"
"Frank, there is not reason to get upset, I want to be your friend, I want to help you, but I can't unless we settle down!" Jamie explained quickly.
Arthur felt his lips tug into a smile. "No, what he wants would be, you to let us go so he can throw your ass behind bars." He hadn't thought that Frank could hear him, and truth be known, he didn't mean to say the words out loud, but before he knew it, it was to late.
Frank shook the gun at Arthur, rage in his eyes as he glared callously. "I hate you! I warned you and now you-." He didn't finish. Instead he pulled the trigger.
Tim cursed, seeing the action. He leapt up and slammed into Arthur just as the bullet shot off. He felt something bite into his left calf as he slid across the floor with the councilman.
"HELP!"
"My GOD! He has gone mad!"
"He'll kill us all!"
People screamed and shouted as Frank threw his gun at Jamie and ran towards Arthur and Tim. "I'll kill you! You son of a bitch! You ruined my life!"
Tim looked up just as Frank threw himself at the two. The boy jerked his foot up, and slammed it into the man's unsuspecting face, knocking him back. "Back off Frank!"
Frank took the hit like a grown man, stumbling back slightly. He blinked and looked down at his gun, as if suddenly understanding that he no longer had it, that he was no longer the main man. Frank slid over, and snatched it up, aiming at Tim. "Mama always said she wouldn't stand for a da*n bad boy! She always said that Sylvia was good! Well boy, you made mama mad!"
Tim watched as the man screamed out his words, linking them with threats. He struggled fiercely to pull himself off Arthur and get Frank down, yet as he stood a sharp pain erupted in his left calf. The boy slid to the ground, not making a noise as he felt the burring pain.
"Bad boy." Frank whispered as he pulled on the trigger. As he let it shoot off, he felt a body slam into him, causing the bullet to slice past Tim's head, dangerously close.
The boy threw his head back, eyes wide as he watched Frank tumble to the ground, and the man from the coffee break hovering over him, hands dangling at his sides awkwardly. "Br." He didn't finish as the man turned, glaring at him.
"Run, he is down, grab his weapon!" Arthur screamed as he scrambled to his feet, shoving Tim away from him. "Don't just stand there! Unarm him!"
Tim grabbed Arthur's arm, and pulled himself up, glancing casually down at his leg. 'Crap, sliced me.'
"What's wrong boy?" Arthur demeaned as he watched Tim steady himself on the counter.
"Er. I'll be fine." Tim managed, blinking back to where the coffee break man had been. It had been Bruce, but now. he was gone, and Frank was unconscious on the ground. "Where is he?"
"Who? Frank? He is right there? Are you sure you are ok?" Arthur demanded, cocking his head, feeling sorry for the boy. well, almost sorry.
"Not Frank. never mind, forget it." Tim grumbled as he pouted slightly.
Arthur studied him with little care. The boy was his responsibility, and the last thing he needed was Bruce Wayne on his back. Instead of finding the boy in perfect health, his eyes fastened on a bloody left leg. "Kid! You've been shot!"
Tim looked down, yet another time, at his leg. "I think he just took off a small chunk."
"A-A small chunk! You must be stunned." Arthur let out as he looked around franticly. 'He has to be stunned.'
Tim smiled, and then sat down on the floor. 'Act this one out Timmy, lets get some painful expressions going.' He stressed his face, not liking the job. "Can you just get me home Author? I want to go home."
"I would say! Hey! Hey! Over here, this child has been nicked in his calf!"
Tim watched as a doctor bent down beside him, tisking casually, and began asking a few random questions, and then helping Tim into the ambulance.
Tim watched as Author climbed in behind him, tugging on his collar.
"You feeling ok? You aren't going to die on me."
The boy smiled as he eased back. "Naw, I'll make it. but just promise me this Author."
The man nodded, signaling the boy to go on.
"You will treat me to my damn lunch when I get out of this hospital!"
Author tried to smile. He would never understand kids.
*Grins* I think this is done. *Looks at Silver then back at crowd* Ummm, if it isn't may I be burned, and you shall have another chapter! *Winks* I know you all want another chapter!