Am I seriously updating... three days in a row? Wow, amazing. Probably won't happen again but hey, enjoy it while you can. This is REALLY short, sorry, but I felt the ending was where it should be.
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Will, Horace, and Jerome walked into the convenience store with their hoodies pulled up. Alda and Brynn stood right outside the door, ready to either holler if someone was coming or to jump in and help if anything got out of hand.

The boys spread out in the store, Jerome going to the magazines, Horace to the Slurpee machines, and Will to the chocolate aisle. They were looking around, appearing to the lone cashier as a couple of teenagers hanging out on the weekend. He was an older man who had long, awkward arms and legs. He had a gray beard that desperately needed a trim and was developing a bald spot on the top of his head.

Will took a deep breath and counted to three, glancing over the aisle at Jerome who gave him a slight nod. Will shook as he walked to the counter, keeping his head low as to avoid the cameras. When he reached the counter the cashier, who had a nametag stating him as "Peter" said, "Hellor there, sonny. What can I do for you?" Will muttered something incoherent and Peter leaned foraward, saying, "What was that?"

Oh gosh I hate my life, Will thought and said louder, "Open the cash register."

"Huh?"

By then Jerome and Horace came out of the aisles with their guns pointed at Peter, whose face had turned into a look of shock. "Do it!" Jerome yelled. "And hurry."

Peter fumbled with the cash register and was unable to get it open. "I'm sorry, fellas but it ain't working. I'm trying I swear."

"I will shoot you." Jerome's voice was blunt, leaving no doubt that he was capable of such a task.

Jerome aimed his gun and Peter's eyes widened. That's when Will made his ultimate decision. He spun around, wrenching the gun from his pocket and pointed it at Jerome. "No you won't," he said quietly.

"Will," Horace urged. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Put your gun down Horace, I know you're not in for this."

Horace looked at his gun for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped it to the floor as if it were on fire.

"Call the cops, Peter," Will said, his hand trembling where it was aimed at Jerome.

Jerome looked at Peter, whom his gun was still aimed at, then to Will and said, "Fine, but if he won't die, you will."

Will's eyes widened but he didn't shoot his gun. Even in the face of danger he didn't want to just take someone's life. Jerome quickly moved his arm and pointed it at Will, firing it just as Horace was yelling, "NO!"

Will heard the gunshot, and briefly felt a hot, burning sensation. But then it was gone, all there was was darkness.

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