'I was just going to the bank. Goddammit! Why would this ass do this? Rob a bank right now? Are you serious? What's he screaming now? Why won't he just leave.'
As I'm looking at the fibers of the carpet I notice the differing flashes of blue and red.
'Shit! Now he won't leave. We're stuck. Fuck! Goddammit!'
Then thunder clapped. My ears were ringing. Black powder penetrated my nostrils.
'Shit! He shot someone. Oh my God. What the fuck!'
I spy his figure now running towards me. He grabs my hair and yanks me to my knees. I see his gun pointed at the door. Officers, with guns drawn, withdraw a step.
"Step back motherfuckers, or I'll blow his fucking head off too!" The man screams above me. The ringing deafens.
His hand. It has a cut. A deep cut, yet no blood is flowing out of it.
'Is it a new cut and the blood hasn't reached the surface yet?' The hand is rough. Stubby, dirty fingernails. Fat, sausage like fingers, and that cut at the base of the thumb, right above the wrist. Gaping open with his movements.
'Gun! Must get gun!' Hands reach up. Another crack of lightning. Ears ring. Pain. Exhale.
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