he was already halfway across the bank to the pile of
cell phones.
"What the hell are you
doing?" Scar asked.
Tom spun around and hung up the phone.
He pointed his gun at Jack.
"Get back over there!"
Jack searched through the phones for
his. It seemed every other phone was an iPhone.
"Guys, look. You gave it
your best shot. But you screwed up. You should have killed someone
in the first five minutes, showed the cops you meant business. Now,
the best way this will end is with you in jail. Get a good lawyer.
Make up a story about your Daddy molesting you or something. I've
got shit to do."
Tom motioned at Doofus. "Put him back
with the others."
"I'm not getting near that
asshole."
"You have a knife!"
"Well, you have a gun."
Scar grabbed the knife
from Doofus' hand and hoisted Nikki to her feet. He snaked one arm
around her neck while pressing the blade to her cheek.
"Sit down. Now. Or I kill your friend
here."
Jack stopped his search
long enough to flash Scar a mock look of horror.
"Really? Oh no. You'll kill someone
I've known for three hours? However will I live?"
Tom, Scar, and Doofus traded looks.
None of them knew what to do. The hostages whispered and talked
amongst themselves.
"Listen, hero. I'm
serious."
Jack laughed. "Hero.
That's something I've never been called before."
"If you don't sit down,
I'll-"
"You'll do nothing," Jack
said, staring a hole through Tom. He found his phone and shoved it
in his pocket. "You can kill everyone in this room. I don't care.
But I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I will kill you. Do you
understand?"
Jack saw Tom shake just slightly. He
may have shot people before, but it certainly wasn't his goal
today. Jack walked toward the front door.
"Stop him!" Doofus called.
Tom fired once, and the
hostages cried out. Jack stopped mid-stride. He felt the sting in
his shoulder, followed by the familiar sound of a bullet hitting
the floor.
He was expecting a shot to the head,
not his clothes.
His worst fears were
confirmed when he touched his shoulder. The bullet ripped a hole in
his three-thousand-dollar suit.
There was a growling as Jack closed
the distance between them. It took a moment to realize it was
him.
"This suit is worth more than your
life."
Tom fired one more shot,
this time at Jack's head. The bullet struck him on the jaw, and
fell to the floor.
He head-butted Tom, sending him
sprawling across the bank. Closing the distance one more time, Jack
kicked Tom in the stomach, the head, the chest, anywhere he
could.
The hostages screamed and
shouted behind him. He heard them climbing to their feet,
stampeding for the front door. Jack paid them no mind.
He only stopped kicking Tom when he
felt a quick pain in his back.
Spinning around, Scar
stood there with the knife in his hand. He’d let Nikki go and tried
to stab Jack in the back. A look of shock crossed his eyes at the
fact the knife barely dug in to his flesh.
Jack pulled the gun from
Tom's hand and shot Scar in the head. Brain matter and blood flew
in all directions as his body collapsed to the floor.
Doofus was in shock, and only managed
to turn and take one step before Jack shot him in the back of the
neck.
Five seconds later,
everything was quiet. Jack heard the police outside, dealing with
the hostages. He only had a few seconds before police swarmed the
bank.
Scar was dead. Doofus wasn't far
behind. He moaned in pain as blood spilled from his neck to the
floor, and then stopped moving altogether.
Jack looked down at Tom.
His face was a bloody mess. A few broken teeth lay next to him. His
right cheek was crushed, his eye red.
Jack squatted next to him, trailing
the barrel of the gun across the floor.
"I told you I would kill you. Did you
think I was lying?"
Tom spit up blood.
"Please-"
Jack pressed the gun to his forehead
and pulled the trigger. He didn't care about Tom's last words. He
didn't care about why they wanted to rob a bank, or their poor
little life stories.
There wasn't much Jack
cell phones.
"What the hell are you
doing?" Scar asked.
Tom spun around and hung up the phone.
He pointed his gun at Jack.
"Get back over there!"
Jack searched through the phones for
his. It seemed every other phone was an iPhone.
"Guys, look. You gave it
your best shot. But you screwed up. You should have killed someone
in the first five minutes, showed the cops you meant business. Now,
the best way this will end is with you in jail. Get a good lawyer.
Make up a story about your Daddy molesting you or something. I've
got shit to do."
Tom motioned at Doofus. "Put him back
with the others."
"I'm not getting near that
asshole."
"You have a knife!"
"Well, you have a gun."
Scar grabbed the knife
from Doofus' hand and hoisted Nikki to her feet. He snaked one arm
around her neck while pressing the blade to her cheek.
"Sit down. Now. Or I kill your friend
here."
Jack stopped his search
long enough to flash Scar a mock look of horror.
"Really? Oh no. You'll kill someone
I've known for three hours? However will I live?"
Tom, Scar, and Doofus traded looks.
None of them knew what to do. The hostages whispered and talked
amongst themselves.
"Listen, hero. I'm
serious."
Jack laughed. "Hero.
That's something I've never been called before."
"If you don't sit down,
I'll-"
"You'll do nothing," Jack
said, staring a hole through Tom. He found his phone and shoved it
in his pocket. "You can kill everyone in this room. I don't care.
But I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I will kill you. Do you
understand?"
Jack saw Tom shake just slightly. He
may have shot people before, but it certainly wasn't his goal
today. Jack walked toward the front door.
"Stop him!" Doofus called.
Tom fired once, and the
hostages cried out. Jack stopped mid-stride. He felt the sting in
his shoulder, followed by the familiar sound of a bullet hitting
the floor.
He was expecting a shot to the head,
not his clothes.
His worst fears were
confirmed when he touched his shoulder. The bullet ripped a hole in
his three-thousand-dollar suit.
There was a growling as Jack closed
the distance between them. It took a moment to realize it was
him.
"This suit is worth more than your
life."
Tom fired one more shot,
this time at Jack's head. The bullet struck him on the jaw, and
fell to the floor.
He head-butted Tom, sending him
sprawling across the bank. Closing the distance one more time, Jack
kicked Tom in the stomach, the head, the chest, anywhere he
could.
The hostages screamed and
shouted behind him. He heard them climbing to their feet,
stampeding for the front door. Jack paid them no mind.
He only stopped kicking Tom when he
felt a quick pain in his back.
Spinning around, Scar
stood there with the knife in his hand. He’d let Nikki go and tried
to stab Jack in the back. A look of shock crossed his eyes at the
fact the knife barely dug in to his flesh.
Jack pulled the gun from
Tom's hand and shot Scar in the head. Brain matter and blood flew
in all directions as his body collapsed to the floor.
Doofus was in shock, and only managed
to turn and take one step before Jack shot him in the back of the
neck.
Five seconds later,
everything was quiet. Jack heard the police outside, dealing with
the hostages. He only had a few seconds before police swarmed the
bank.
Scar was dead. Doofus wasn't far
behind. He moaned in pain as blood spilled from his neck to the
floor, and then stopped moving altogether.
Jack looked down at Tom.
His face was a bloody mess. A few broken teeth lay next to him. His
right cheek was crushed, his eye red.
Jack squatted next to him, trailing
the barrel of the gun across the floor.
"I told you I would kill you. Did you
think I was lying?"
Tom spit up blood.
"Please-"
Jack pressed the gun to his forehead
and pulled the trigger. He didn't care about Tom's last words. He
didn't care about why they wanted to rob a bank, or their poor
little life stories.
There wasn't much Jack
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