The third chapter, wow... Lets hope this is getting us somewhere...
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Gene the Bank Robber was wandering across the floor, rubbing his tired face with one hand, and clutching the gun with the other. His negotiations with the police wasn't going too well. He still had three hostages, but the police just wouldn't move away and let him ecape with the money.
He'd been pretty close to getting away at one point, convincing the police that unless he was allowed to run away he would kill the youngest hostage: A mere kid. Me, of course.
Luckily, I'd managed to yell to the police from my comfortable chair that Gene and I had become good friends, and that there was no chance of him shooting me. In fact, I'd said, it was a chance that Gene and I would go into business together, share the profits, live the glamorous life in the Bahamas.
By the time I mentioned the ladies in bikinis dancing around Bahamas beach, the police had decided not to let Gene the Bank Robber go for at least an hour or so, in hope that they'd find a solution in the meantime ... Apparently, they didn't think Gene was being serious in threatening to kill a hostage, since he'd clearly become such good friends with the kid.
"You." Gene's voice was shaking, his eyes quivering and the gun in his hand slipping from the sweat. But he was still pointing it directly at me. "You! If you so much as SPEAK again... ONE word, and I swear I'll kill you."
"Nah, you won't," I said. "I thought we'd become friends?"
"Friends? Have you lost it, kid?!" he squealed. "We're far from friends. But unless you start shutting up soon, we won't meet again until we're both in HELL!"
"Oh, don't be so damn melodramatic!" I said with a grin. "You claim I sound like a person from TV-series? You should listen to yourself! The line, 'See you in hell!' is so old! You should really stop using that to threaten your hostages in the future, they might not take you too seriously."
"HEY!" he cried, and I swear he spit on me. "Stop saying stuff like that! You have to take me seriously, because I'M the bank robber! And I'M the one holding a gun here! So just be quiet, or be dead."
"Are those the only choices?"
"Yes, God damnit! Those are the only choices! Now shut up, or you will be dead!"
"You've told me that already."
At that point, I think Gene almost broke down and cried. He was shaking like mad, and I'm pretty sure I saw tears in his panic-attacked eyes. He rubbed himself in the face frantically and wiped off tons of sweat. He had to be REALLY nervous, it looked like he would have a breakdown at any moment.
"Look," I finally said in a caring, calm voice when he'd calmed down. "This is obviously a bad time for you to be robbing a bank." I got up and patted him kindly on the back, trying to be like some sort of a pal for him. "Sure you don't wanna go home and watch some TV in stead? Just put all of this behind you? I don't think robbing's the job for you, buddy. You know, you should always quit a job if it makes you stress and sweat. And believe me, you're stressing and sweating now."
He stared up at me.
"Hey, believe me," I said reassuringly, "I know these things. I can tell when a man is in a bad place. You should just call all of this off. Go home, ey? What do you say?" I checked my watch. "I've got some place to be in exactly ... seven minutes, fourty-two seconds, so lets just pretend this robbery never happened. You can just walk out of that door and home to your TV, and I can go off and catch my movie. Okay?"
The two other hostages, still up against the wall with their arms raised, stared at me with a crazy look, like I was the mad guy in the scene, not Gene the Bank Robber.
Gene stared at me, his eyelids shivering madly. "You," he squealed again, and I think the look in his eyes went from panic to insane anger. Maybe I'd pushed too many of his buttons with what I'd just said, patting him on the shoulder and all that ...
"You're dead," Gene insisted, and pointed his big gun one inch away from my face.
All right. Maybe I had exaggerated a bit.
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I think this chapter's a bit short, but that's the way it turned out, sorry... I'm working on the next one, with a big thing between Gene the Bank Robber and Marco. (No love thing, though, for all you out there with a psycho mind who jumps to that conclusion when I say "big thing"...) But please review, and I'll soon post the next chapter!
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Gene the Bank Robber was wandering across the floor, rubbing his tired face with one hand, and clutching the gun with the other. His negotiations with the police wasn't going too well. He still had three hostages, but the police just wouldn't move away and let him ecape with the money.
He'd been pretty close to getting away at one point, convincing the police that unless he was allowed to run away he would kill the youngest hostage: A mere kid. Me, of course.
Luckily, I'd managed to yell to the police from my comfortable chair that Gene and I had become good friends, and that there was no chance of him shooting me. In fact, I'd said, it was a chance that Gene and I would go into business together, share the profits, live the glamorous life in the Bahamas.
By the time I mentioned the ladies in bikinis dancing around Bahamas beach, the police had decided not to let Gene the Bank Robber go for at least an hour or so, in hope that they'd find a solution in the meantime ... Apparently, they didn't think Gene was being serious in threatening to kill a hostage, since he'd clearly become such good friends with the kid.
"You." Gene's voice was shaking, his eyes quivering and the gun in his hand slipping from the sweat. But he was still pointing it directly at me. "You! If you so much as SPEAK again... ONE word, and I swear I'll kill you."
"Nah, you won't," I said. "I thought we'd become friends?"
"Friends? Have you lost it, kid?!" he squealed. "We're far from friends. But unless you start shutting up soon, we won't meet again until we're both in HELL!"
"Oh, don't be so damn melodramatic!" I said with a grin. "You claim I sound like a person from TV-series? You should listen to yourself! The line, 'See you in hell!' is so old! You should really stop using that to threaten your hostages in the future, they might not take you too seriously."
"HEY!" he cried, and I swear he spit on me. "Stop saying stuff like that! You have to take me seriously, because I'M the bank robber! And I'M the one holding a gun here! So just be quiet, or be dead."
"Are those the only choices?"
"Yes, God damnit! Those are the only choices! Now shut up, or you will be dead!"
"You've told me that already."
At that point, I think Gene almost broke down and cried. He was shaking like mad, and I'm pretty sure I saw tears in his panic-attacked eyes. He rubbed himself in the face frantically and wiped off tons of sweat. He had to be REALLY nervous, it looked like he would have a breakdown at any moment.
"Look," I finally said in a caring, calm voice when he'd calmed down. "This is obviously a bad time for you to be robbing a bank." I got up and patted him kindly on the back, trying to be like some sort of a pal for him. "Sure you don't wanna go home and watch some TV in stead? Just put all of this behind you? I don't think robbing's the job for you, buddy. You know, you should always quit a job if it makes you stress and sweat. And believe me, you're stressing and sweating now."
He stared up at me.
"Hey, believe me," I said reassuringly, "I know these things. I can tell when a man is in a bad place. You should just call all of this off. Go home, ey? What do you say?" I checked my watch. "I've got some place to be in exactly ... seven minutes, fourty-two seconds, so lets just pretend this robbery never happened. You can just walk out of that door and home to your TV, and I can go off and catch my movie. Okay?"
The two other hostages, still up against the wall with their arms raised, stared at me with a crazy look, like I was the mad guy in the scene, not Gene the Bank Robber.
Gene stared at me, his eyelids shivering madly. "You," he squealed again, and I think the look in his eyes went from panic to insane anger. Maybe I'd pushed too many of his buttons with what I'd just said, patting him on the shoulder and all that ...
"You're dead," Gene insisted, and pointed his big gun one inch away from my face.
All right. Maybe I had exaggerated a bit.
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I think this chapter's a bit short, but that's the way it turned out, sorry... I'm working on the next one, with a big thing between Gene the Bank Robber and Marco. (No love thing, though, for all you out there with a psycho mind who jumps to that conclusion when I say "big thing"...) But please review, and I'll soon post the next chapter!