Chapitre 2: Robbery in Progress
Mark:
"No one move," I yell, firing my gun as we enter the convenience store.
Everyone screaming and dropping to the ground, I then aim at the cashier. Tossing him an empty bag, I point at the register.
"All the money in the register," I say. "Give it to me. Now."
I fire off a round, destroying a scratcher display behind the cashier. The cashier jumping, he then moves, opening the register and tossing all the cash into the bag.
"You two," I say, turning to Larry and Kenny. "Get the customers. Grab anything that looks valuable. Come on, it won't be long before the cops get here."
Larry and Kenny nod their heads and run toward the downed customers. Snatching whatever they can; watches, wallets, even a few cell phones, they toss the loots into their own bags.
"Move," I say, slamming the counter with the butt of my gun. "Come on. Move. Faster, faster, faster. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go."
Slamming the counter over and over, I stop when I notice someone standing in the far corner of the store.
"Hey," I say, turning to Kenny. I point the guy out and Kenny nods his head. He starts to walk over to him.
Kenny:
I turn into one of the store's pathways, apparently the one with all of the magazines. There, standing and reading what looks like a magazine about travel, appears to be some sort of homeless kid.
The kid is dressed in a grey hoodie and pale-brown, baggy pants, both of which are covered in stains and have holes all over them. His backpack alone looks like it spends years in a dumpster, given how pale it is.
"Is this kid even worth robbing," I ask, "I mean, he can't have more than a few bucks on him. Still, we can't let him out. If he escapes, then the cops will get here a lot earlier and we'll lose our payday."
Walking up to the kid, I hit the shelf with my broken pipe.
"Hey kid," I shout, "Hey. Hey. Oh, for god's sake."
The kid ignoring me, I grab his shoulder and force him around.
"Hey. Give me your backpack. Now."
I push him back and wave my weapon in his face.
"Do you want to die?"
To my surprise, the kid somehow stays calm. He pulls down his hood and moves his pitch-black hair out of the way. Finally, he pulls out a pair of earbuds from his ears.
"Excuse me," he says, putting the earbuds into the pockets of his hoodie. "Are you trying to rob me?"
Mark:
I lend over and grab the bag once the register is empty. Forcing the cashier to lay down on the floor, I walk over to Larry.
"Where the hell is Kenny," I whisper, hitting Larry's shoulder. "How long does it take to rob one guy?"
"I don't know," Larry replies, bending down to grab some girl's phone. "Here."
Giving me his bag, he follows after Kenny. Meanwhile, I stay and rob whatever the customers have left.
Larry:
"Kenny," I shout, looking around. "Kenny, where the hell are you man? Come on. We need to get out of here. Kenny, where are you?"
Turning into the pathway where I saw he entered, I stop dead in my track.
"What the fuck," I say, seeing Kenny completely frozen in what looks like a massive block of ice.
"Holy," I scream, running to him. "What in the world happened to you?"
In front of him now, I see his eyes and mouth wide open, and his pipe stuck in mid-air. It looks like it flew out of his hand before getting stuck in the ice itself.
"What," I say, pulling my hands down my face. "What? What? What? What can do this?"
Remembering my pocket knife, I start stabbing the ice over and over again. Nothing more than shards breaking off, I stand back, my knife and my hands wet.
About to just leave him, I start to hear footsteps coming up from behind me.
Turning around as fast as I can, I bring up my knife and lunge forward.
Mark:
"Come on," I say, tapping my fingers against my legs. "Where are they? Where are they? I got the bags. It's time to go. Where are they?"
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see one of the customers push himself up and slide against the floor.
"Hey," I scream, pointing my gun at him. "Do that again and the last thing you see is my bullet going through your head."
About to pull the trigger, I stop when I hear Larry screams. Turning around, I see him fly through the air, right onto the counter where he slides into everything before falling to the floor.
Seeing Larry with a sunglasses rack on top of him, I think fast and reach down to grab a girl. Putting her into a headlock, I place the barrel of my gun against her head.
"Okay," I say, looking at where I saw Larry fly from. "Whoever, whatever, you are, come out now. Come out now or I'll blow this girl head off."
The girl crying as she begs me to let her go, I aim my gun down at the aisle.
"Come out," I order, pulling back the hammer of my gun.
Slowly, walking out of the aisle is some homeless guy. No, not a guy but a kid, barely any older than my hostage.
"A kid," I say, looking at Larry. "No. No way. There's no way you could have done that to him. Hey, whoever is back there, come out now or your friend is dead."
Looking back at the dirty brat, I step back when I see him suddenly in front of me, not at the end of the aisle where he was only a second ago.
Before I can do anything, the brat grabs my arm and pulls. He then grabs my hostage and tosses her to the side. Moving my arm so I could shoot him, he moves faster and catches my wrist. My wrist in his hand, he starts to crush it.
The bones in my arm breaking, I drop to my knee.
The Homeless Kid:
Despite crushing the robber's wrist, he still tries to fire his gun. Moving it all around, he starts to fire rounds after rounds. Seeing the bullets as they fly, I see the danger of them accidentally hitting someone. Quickly raising my free hand, I catch the bullets in mid-air and slam each and every one of them into the tiled floor.
Everyone's eyes go wide as they watch the bullets disappear into the floor. Even the robber.
"What," he cries once his gun is empty. "How? What are you?"
"I don't know," I reply, turning back to him. "I really don't."
The robber lets go of his gun, he then tries punching me over and over again. By the time he is done, he is out of breath and his hand is bleeding badly.
Crying and staring at his red hand, I place my open hand against his chest. Focusing, I sent a blast through my hand and into his chest, the robber flying through the air before hitting the wall behind the cashier's counter. As he slams into the wall and falls onto the floor, everything else on the walls starts to fall onto him; little packages of medicine, some batteries, even some bandages.
"He will most likely need these when he wakes up," I say, turning around to face all the scared customers still on the floor. Preferring that they do not remember me, I wave my hand slowly through the air. One by one, they all begin to slowly get up, their memories of what happened only moments ago completely gone.
The cashier stumbling past me, I grab his arm and pull him in close.
"Excellent job defending the store," I say, "But now you must call the police."
Just staring at me, he then notices the unconscious robber I threw across the counter. Still on the floor, a knife in his hand, the cashier rushes to call the police officer, stopping and screaming when he sees the second robber behind the counter.
Leaving me, I walk out of the store. The seconds I am only and no one is paying attention, I begin to surround myself in a black mist. The black mist is engulfing my body, eating away at it until it swallows me whole. Once it does, it teleports me back home in a flash.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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