Two Years Ago
The clasp of a Zippo lighter flipped open. An Index
finger, covered in a white glove flicked the steel flint
twice to ignite the fluid, starting a short flame. The Zippo
passed across three cigarette tip's that were placed
together, then pulled back to be smoked.
"How much is in there?"
"Who knows. A lot."
The lighter was brought up to a woman's face. The girl was
Eve Hira who stared straight into it, gazing sharply into
the deep flame. Her eyes flickered as a shotgun shell was
being loaded in the confinds of their Van. A deep, English
voice came fourth...
"Make a wish sweet-heart."
Eve smiled. Blowing out the flame as smoke filled the dark
container, greeted by a few cough's, and chuckles. The door
opened wide as Jason Murdok jumped out with a .45 Beretta
clenched in his right-hand. He was dressed in a white jump-
suit, with a clear, plastic mask covering his face. The mask
had a big, cartoon-like nose, and a scar over the right eye.
A cigarette sticking out of the thin, gaping mouth-hole.
Simon came out next with an Assault Rifle held loosely in
the palm of his hand. A leather strap over his shoulder to
support the gun that dangled beside his arm-pit. "Lover-
Boy", "Slim" Jackson and Eve were just behind them. "Slim"
holding a powerful Shotgun in his left hand, and a Doughnut
box in his right to accompany each other. They were all
dressed in the same outfit's, making their way to the front
entrance-door of the "First International Jewel Bank of
Miami."
"What time is it?" Jason asked.
Simon checked his sterling silver Rolex watch: "4:12pm. Got
somewhere to go, friend?"
"Yeah, Missy has a birthday today. I gotta get her a
present, yet."
The team approached the revolving glass door's. Swinging
them open, a security guard stood by the entrance. Leisurely
flipping through a magazine. His eye's gradually came up to
see the robber's, just as "Slim" fired a single buck-shot
into his chest, that propelled him to the floor in a dead,
bloody heap. They all raided the bank, Eve holding twin
Desert Eagles in her hands to aim at the Teller's.
Controlling them with threats.
"Shut up bitch!" Eve screamed, pistol-whipping a female
Teller in the mouth. "Load the fucking back!"
"So what are you going to buy here?!" Simon asked while
raising a hammer into the air. It collided with the glass
display case where Diamond's were elegantly placed on a red,
cotton cloth.
"I don't know," Jason paused. "Maybe a teddy-bear. Women
like bear's," He remarked. Raising his Beretta to fire two
shot's into a near-by guard, killing him.
"No, man. You have got it all wrong. They love what the bear
represents. Power. Courage. Money, for some. And most of all
– a very big dick."
Jason laughed. Crossing the aisle, he looked down at a guard
laying on the floor. Hit in the hip, and bleeding badly.
Jason raised the Beretta, shooting him in the back of his
head once. The barrel smoking from the discharge.
Sisqo held an elderly Teller around the neck. His sharp,
curved blade touching her jugular gently. Almost daring her
to breath. He licked the inside of her ear-lobe with a grin.
He was a sadistic prick, Jason thought as he fired a shot
over-head.
"Yo, just tie her up," Jason shouted.
Sisqo backed up. Tripping the woman to the floor as her
removed a roll of duct-tape from his back pocket. Stripping
it off, and tying the woman's hand's together. After he was
done, Miguel tossed the roll to Eve.
"You have no idea what your missin', baby," Sisqo taunted
the Teller. "I see ya again. Okay?"
Simon crossed the counter with a black bag in his hand.
Smiling at Jason, then to the rest.
"We have them! Let's go," he barked. Checking his watch:
"Not even a minute. Perfection."
Eve jumped off the counter. Blowing a kiss to the people
inside, who weeped around the massacre. "Slim" laid the
Doughnut box on a table near the entrance, it had a small,
cheap camcorder inside. The lense peeking out to view them
all.
"Don't run, or call anybody. I know where all ya'all are in
this place. So wait still for ten-minutes or I blow this
Bank up with you cracka's inside," he said in a breathy,
coarse voice.
Jason and Simon exited through the door as the other's edged
out behind them. Keeping an eye on the hostages, finally the
team rushed out to the quiet sigh's of the employees. The
Manager, a portly man who laid on the floor looked at the
box with sweat running down his red face.
"Kelly. Call 911," the Manager ordered.
"But --"
"Go, dammit!"
The Van sped down the lone street. Jackson driving, and
Sisqo riding shotgun. He smoked a Marijuana cigarette while
staring out the window with a cold grin. Tapping his toe to
a heavy metal riff on the radio. He casually twirled a small
knife between his finger's with expert dexterity.
In the back sat Simon who still wore the cartoon-mask on his
face, looking across at Jason who sat leaning against the
side. Eve drank a freshly opened beer bottle, offering
another to Jason, who accepted. He took a swig, enjoying the
taste. Slushing the alcohol around in his mouth before
swallowing it. Eve slowly nuzzled beside Simon, giving Jason
a warm smile.
interjected.
"Okay?"
"Now, if you had a friend. Who was close to you. How about,
a brother...."
"Uh-huh."
"And they were duel Prince's fighting to become King over a
Queen. Would you say getting rid of you enemy, who's still
kind of your friend – evil?"
Jason thought about the question a little. He didn't pay
much attention to the inference, but more concentrated on
the damn present: "Well, yeah. Brother's are sacred. It's
definitely sick."
Simon sat back, pulling off his mask and looking almost
through Jason: "Yep. That's what I thought you'd say."
The Doughnut box popped open, – a S.W.A.T. team standing
over-head. A man peeked inside to see a Smiley sticker
placed on the top of a toy video camera. The bomb defusal
expert ripped the device out, looking at it skeptically.
There were string's laying on the top to give it an
authentic appearance.
"So what is it?" A cop asked.
"It's a toy," the Expert said. Handing the camera to a near-
by officer.
"Hey, my kid has one of these. It comes with a fake video,
and everything. He love's it. Want to be a reporter, he
said."
A fat police-man stood beside the counter. Holding a bomb-
resistant shield over his face to block from an explosion.
He raised the shield, and slammed into the floor after
hearing about how they were dooped.
"Shit!"
The cork of a Champagne bottle was popped off into a river.
All of the team where assembled around a dock, each holding
a champagne glass. Even Travis Bale stood around them, his
Jeep behind the Van. Which was their escape car.
Simon poured Jason a glass first, then Eve, Jackson, Sisco
and finally himself. They all looked inside the glass to the
fizzy drink. It bubbled a little on the top, fresh from
being poured. It smelt good, and probably tasted great.
"To friends," Simon toasted, raising his glass. "...For they
are all you need...in this world."
Jason smiled. Tapping glasses with everyone around him.
After that, Simon excused himself: "Wait! You are going to
love this! Especially, you Jas."
Simon scampered over to the back of the Van. Tearing through
the back for something. He finally jumped out of the back,
holding a gift in his hand in the shape of a box. Blue and
gold wrapping paper around the outside, and a black bow on
the top. He gave a grin to Jason while approaching him.
"So you sure you want to leave the gang? Go solo," Travis
asked.
Jason knew something was up. The shit-eating grin on Simon's
face. All of his friend's acting grim, as though they were
attending a – funeral. Simon came close to Jason, holding
the gift in front of him. He lofted an eyebrow to his
friend.
"Open it, Jason," Simon asked him.
"Nah. I hate gift's," Jason refused. Reaching for his
Beretta that he kept tucked into the back of his pants.
"You'll love this one," Eve encouraged.
Jason wrapped his finger around the gun's handle. Sliding
his Index finger onto the trigger, which he rubbed the side
of for a moment. He pulled it out, swinging it around half-
way to Simon's face where it would wipe that smile off
permanently. Then, a shot tore through the box. Hitting
Jason in the stomach, ripping open his belly, and knocking
him to the dock – his gun fired into the air, gun-powder
staining the side of his face.
His eye's searched for hope as his body twitched in spastic
agony . It hurt him all over. He could feel the blood
pouring all round him, making a lake of claret around his
body. And standing over-top of him were all his friend's.
Simon giving him a disgusted head-shake while holding a .32
Revolver over him.
"You thought you could beat me? I know about how you wanted
to take Melissa to Pittsburgh, or California, wherever. Get
this straight, she is my property. My little whore!"
"Fuck you," Jason groaned.
"Yes," Simon chuckled. Reaching for a cell phone in Travis's
shirt pocket, he pulled up the antenna and began dialing,
'911.'
"I'm sorry, Jason," Slim said regretfully. "...Simon's Said,
you had to go."
The corner's of Jason's vision began to blur white. Like
film exposed to sun-light, gradually fading out. He saw
Sisqo spit in his face, the gold took in the front of his
mouth shining.
"Hello. I have information on the man who committed the
robbery at The First International Jewel-Bank," Simon coldly
told the operator. "...Yes. He's lying at my feet here at the
Show-han Dock's. Just in front of a blue Van – oh, and don't
try tracing this call either. Bye." Simon hung up.
"Your going to die a pitiful robber," Simon mocked.
"Ha........Ha......Ha., friend. Let's go!"
They all gradually walked away from him. Eve dumping her
drink on his chest, guiding it around to only hit his neck
region. Then she skipped away to join her lover. Leaving him
for dead.
'They say ...the only one's who can save you are devil's
themselves. Show you the light, and the true meaning of
dark. That's always the way, isn't it...?'
The clasp of a Zippo lighter flipped open. An Index
finger, covered in a white glove flicked the steel flint
twice to ignite the fluid, starting a short flame. The Zippo
passed across three cigarette tip's that were placed
together, then pulled back to be smoked.
"How much is in there?"
"Who knows. A lot."
The lighter was brought up to a woman's face. The girl was
Eve Hira who stared straight into it, gazing sharply into
the deep flame. Her eyes flickered as a shotgun shell was
being loaded in the confinds of their Van. A deep, English
voice came fourth...
"Make a wish sweet-heart."
Eve smiled. Blowing out the flame as smoke filled the dark
container, greeted by a few cough's, and chuckles. The door
opened wide as Jason Murdok jumped out with a .45 Beretta
clenched in his right-hand. He was dressed in a white jump-
suit, with a clear, plastic mask covering his face. The mask
had a big, cartoon-like nose, and a scar over the right eye.
A cigarette sticking out of the thin, gaping mouth-hole.
Simon came out next with an Assault Rifle held loosely in
the palm of his hand. A leather strap over his shoulder to
support the gun that dangled beside his arm-pit. "Lover-
Boy", "Slim" Jackson and Eve were just behind them. "Slim"
holding a powerful Shotgun in his left hand, and a Doughnut
box in his right to accompany each other. They were all
dressed in the same outfit's, making their way to the front
entrance-door of the "First International Jewel Bank of
Miami."
"What time is it?" Jason asked.
Simon checked his sterling silver Rolex watch: "4:12pm. Got
somewhere to go, friend?"
"Yeah, Missy has a birthday today. I gotta get her a
present, yet."
The team approached the revolving glass door's. Swinging
them open, a security guard stood by the entrance. Leisurely
flipping through a magazine. His eye's gradually came up to
see the robber's, just as "Slim" fired a single buck-shot
into his chest, that propelled him to the floor in a dead,
bloody heap. They all raided the bank, Eve holding twin
Desert Eagles in her hands to aim at the Teller's.
Controlling them with threats.
"Shut up bitch!" Eve screamed, pistol-whipping a female
Teller in the mouth. "Load the fucking back!"
"So what are you going to buy here?!" Simon asked while
raising a hammer into the air. It collided with the glass
display case where Diamond's were elegantly placed on a red,
cotton cloth.
"I don't know," Jason paused. "Maybe a teddy-bear. Women
like bear's," He remarked. Raising his Beretta to fire two
shot's into a near-by guard, killing him.
"No, man. You have got it all wrong. They love what the bear
represents. Power. Courage. Money, for some. And most of all
– a very big dick."
Jason laughed. Crossing the aisle, he looked down at a guard
laying on the floor. Hit in the hip, and bleeding badly.
Jason raised the Beretta, shooting him in the back of his
head once. The barrel smoking from the discharge.
Sisqo held an elderly Teller around the neck. His sharp,
curved blade touching her jugular gently. Almost daring her
to breath. He licked the inside of her ear-lobe with a grin.
He was a sadistic prick, Jason thought as he fired a shot
over-head.
"Yo, just tie her up," Jason shouted.
Sisqo backed up. Tripping the woman to the floor as her
removed a roll of duct-tape from his back pocket. Stripping
it off, and tying the woman's hand's together. After he was
done, Miguel tossed the roll to Eve.
"You have no idea what your missin', baby," Sisqo taunted
the Teller. "I see ya again. Okay?"
Simon crossed the counter with a black bag in his hand.
Smiling at Jason, then to the rest.
"We have them! Let's go," he barked. Checking his watch:
"Not even a minute. Perfection."
Eve jumped off the counter. Blowing a kiss to the people
inside, who weeped around the massacre. "Slim" laid the
Doughnut box on a table near the entrance, it had a small,
cheap camcorder inside. The lense peeking out to view them
all.
"Don't run, or call anybody. I know where all ya'all are in
this place. So wait still for ten-minutes or I blow this
Bank up with you cracka's inside," he said in a breathy,
coarse voice.
Jason and Simon exited through the door as the other's edged
out behind them. Keeping an eye on the hostages, finally the
team rushed out to the quiet sigh's of the employees. The
Manager, a portly man who laid on the floor looked at the
box with sweat running down his red face.
"Kelly. Call 911," the Manager ordered.
"But --"
"Go, dammit!"
The Van sped down the lone street. Jackson driving, and
Sisqo riding shotgun. He smoked a Marijuana cigarette while
staring out the window with a cold grin. Tapping his toe to
a heavy metal riff on the radio. He casually twirled a small
knife between his finger's with expert dexterity.
In the back sat Simon who still wore the cartoon-mask on his
face, looking across at Jason who sat leaning against the
side. Eve drank a freshly opened beer bottle, offering
another to Jason, who accepted. He took a swig, enjoying the
taste. Slushing the alcohol around in his mouth before
swallowing it. Eve slowly nuzzled beside Simon, giving Jason
a warm smile.
interjected.
"Okay?"
"Now, if you had a friend. Who was close to you. How about,
a brother...."
"Uh-huh."
"And they were duel Prince's fighting to become King over a
Queen. Would you say getting rid of you enemy, who's still
kind of your friend – evil?"
Jason thought about the question a little. He didn't pay
much attention to the inference, but more concentrated on
the damn present: "Well, yeah. Brother's are sacred. It's
definitely sick."
Simon sat back, pulling off his mask and looking almost
through Jason: "Yep. That's what I thought you'd say."
The Doughnut box popped open, – a S.W.A.T. team standing
over-head. A man peeked inside to see a Smiley sticker
placed on the top of a toy video camera. The bomb defusal
expert ripped the device out, looking at it skeptically.
There were string's laying on the top to give it an
authentic appearance.
"So what is it?" A cop asked.
"It's a toy," the Expert said. Handing the camera to a near-
by officer.
"Hey, my kid has one of these. It comes with a fake video,
and everything. He love's it. Want to be a reporter, he
said."
A fat police-man stood beside the counter. Holding a bomb-
resistant shield over his face to block from an explosion.
He raised the shield, and slammed into the floor after
hearing about how they were dooped.
"Shit!"
The cork of a Champagne bottle was popped off into a river.
All of the team where assembled around a dock, each holding
a champagne glass. Even Travis Bale stood around them, his
Jeep behind the Van. Which was their escape car.
Simon poured Jason a glass first, then Eve, Jackson, Sisco
and finally himself. They all looked inside the glass to the
fizzy drink. It bubbled a little on the top, fresh from
being poured. It smelt good, and probably tasted great.
"To friends," Simon toasted, raising his glass. "...For they
are all you need...in this world."
Jason smiled. Tapping glasses with everyone around him.
After that, Simon excused himself: "Wait! You are going to
love this! Especially, you Jas."
Simon scampered over to the back of the Van. Tearing through
the back for something. He finally jumped out of the back,
holding a gift in his hand in the shape of a box. Blue and
gold wrapping paper around the outside, and a black bow on
the top. He gave a grin to Jason while approaching him.
"So you sure you want to leave the gang? Go solo," Travis
asked.
Jason knew something was up. The shit-eating grin on Simon's
face. All of his friend's acting grim, as though they were
attending a – funeral. Simon came close to Jason, holding
the gift in front of him. He lofted an eyebrow to his
friend.
"Open it, Jason," Simon asked him.
"Nah. I hate gift's," Jason refused. Reaching for his
Beretta that he kept tucked into the back of his pants.
"You'll love this one," Eve encouraged.
Jason wrapped his finger around the gun's handle. Sliding
his Index finger onto the trigger, which he rubbed the side
of for a moment. He pulled it out, swinging it around half-
way to Simon's face where it would wipe that smile off
permanently. Then, a shot tore through the box. Hitting
Jason in the stomach, ripping open his belly, and knocking
him to the dock – his gun fired into the air, gun-powder
staining the side of his face.
His eye's searched for hope as his body twitched in spastic
agony . It hurt him all over. He could feel the blood
pouring all round him, making a lake of claret around his
body. And standing over-top of him were all his friend's.
Simon giving him a disgusted head-shake while holding a .32
Revolver over him.
"You thought you could beat me? I know about how you wanted
to take Melissa to Pittsburgh, or California, wherever. Get
this straight, she is my property. My little whore!"
"Fuck you," Jason groaned.
"Yes," Simon chuckled. Reaching for a cell phone in Travis's
shirt pocket, he pulled up the antenna and began dialing,
'911.'
"I'm sorry, Jason," Slim said regretfully. "...Simon's Said,
you had to go."
The corner's of Jason's vision began to blur white. Like
film exposed to sun-light, gradually fading out. He saw
Sisqo spit in his face, the gold took in the front of his
mouth shining.
"Hello. I have information on the man who committed the
robbery at The First International Jewel-Bank," Simon coldly
told the operator. "...Yes. He's lying at my feet here at the
Show-han Dock's. Just in front of a blue Van – oh, and don't
try tracing this call either. Bye." Simon hung up.
"Your going to die a pitiful robber," Simon mocked.
"Ha........Ha......Ha., friend. Let's go!"
They all gradually walked away from him. Eve dumping her
drink on his chest, guiding it around to only hit his neck
region. Then she skipped away to join her lover. Leaving him
for dead.
'They say ...the only one's who can save you are devil's
themselves. Show you the light, and the true meaning of
dark. That's always the way, isn't it...?'