Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neo-Destiny: Beginnings of War (DEAD) ❯ Bank Hiest Part 2 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or Digimon, and if I did, this fic would be as good as those two shows. Trust me. Now onward to the story.

Chris walked into the bank and immediately made mental notes of his surroundings. It was your usual local bank, tiled floor, nice chandeliers, computers, desks. Nothing out of the ordinary besides the four-armed men with pistols, dressed in black with ski masks and black gloves. Besides that, it was perfectly normal. Chris frowned. No challenge. I should have bet some money or something.

"Who the hell are you?" the biggest of the four asked, with gun pointed toward the young fighter. Might as well have some fun.

"What's going on in here? Is this a costume party?" Chris asked with a goofy grin.

"Costume party? Are you brain dead?" one of the other criminals asked, ready for anything.

"……Why do you ask?"

The biggest of the four (which was also the leader) became frustrated. He signaled to the other three to advance on Chris. Chris secretly smirked and allowed himself to be captured.

"Put that idiot with the others!" the leader (let's call him Bob) yelled to the others.

The three robbers dragged Chris and threw him with the other hostages. Chris rubbed his behind and frowned as one of the robbers pointed his gun at Chris and told him to be quiet. Chris decided to comment.

"Hey! What kind of party is this? Is this how you treat your guests? If that's so, then I'll never bring my money to this bank!" Chris crossed his arms and played the part of a naïve, spoiled brat very well.

"This isn't a party stupid! This is a stick-up! Now shut-up or I'll fill you with holes!" Joey yelled, gun pointed toward Chris. Chris put his hands up, trying to calm the agitated criminal.

"Okay! Geez, you don't have to yell. Man! You could have just told me. You guys are so up-tight. You need to learn to relax. I mean, go with the flow, man," Chris replied with a smile. Bob had enough.

"SHUT…..UP…..NOW!!!" Bob readied his gun to let off a shot. Chris got the message loud and clear.

Wow, they're ready to snap at any minute. Chris smirked and began to formulate a plan. This is way too easy.

"We're surrounded. Maybe we should just turn ourselves in. I mean it's better that we'd do it now than later, right?" the shortest one said to Bob. Bob turned and yelled.

"What the hell! Are you wussing out on me? Look, we've gotten this far, why not see this thing to the end?"

"Look, you idiot, I just want to make sure you see all the options we have before you continue!" Bob became irate.

"No, you just want to chicken out! Why don't you be a man for once and…." Chris decided to interrupt.

"Hey guys! I'm getting kinda bored. Could I go watch T.V.?" Chris smiled, trying to make the mood tenser.

"Why don't you shut-up, kid! I swear one more word out of you and we'll gag you!" Bob threatened.

"I'm sorry and flattered, but I'm not that kind of person," Chris stated with a blush.

"Why you little....!" Bob raised his gun.

"Damn it boss! Calm down! You have to calm down," the smallest guy (A/n: Now he's Joe. Man, I'm good) said. Bob lowered his gun and took some deep breaths.

"Hey, if you stop stressing out about every little thing, you live longer and maybe find the man of your dreams!" Chris yelled then smiled.

"Do you not know how to shut-up?" Bob yelled, ready to snap.

"…..Is that a rhetorical question?"

Bob looked at the young fighter, sighed and gave up this battle of wits. Bob turned to walk toward the front door of the bank to view the situation. Cops. I hate cops. How am I going to get us out of this one? Damn it!

"Hey! Can you loosen these ropes? They're getting a little too light!" Chris asked the nearest robber with his best grin. That grin quickly put away.

"Shut-up!" Joe yelled as he hit Chris in the face with the butt of the gun. This act only enraged Chris, but he managed to maintain his act. Chris made a quick mental note: This bastard willpay!

"Ow! That hurt! What'd I do to deserve that?"

"If you don't stop talking, I'll make your life short. Very, very short!" Joe replied, gun pointed at Chris's head.

"You don't want to do that now, do you?" Chris asked, putting his plan into motion.

"Oh and why's that?"

"If you kill me, then you would be in a lot more trouble then you all ready are. Think bout it. Oh and I have one more question." Chris smiled. "What are you doing following an idiot like that?"

"….I don't follow."

"Why are you listening to someone who doesn't even have a game plan, when you clearly do? I mean, you'd make a lot better leader than that short-tempered guy right over there."

"…What do you mean?"

Chris sighed. This was obviously going to be a lot easier than he first thought. "I mean: you didn't say you'd do something, you did something. Look, instead of telling your hostage that you would do something if they didn't shut-up, you did something then you told your hostage that you'd do it again if he didn't. Leaders are not determined by words, but by action and buddy, you are a man of action!"

"…..Do you really think so?" Joe's eyes seem to glimmer with hope. This made Chris smirk.

"I know so." Chris nodded as Joe walked off to tell his boss, whose boss.

Hmtp. Fool.

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Joe walked up to the door as Bob looked out the window, contemplating different scenarios and plans that may get them through those scenarios.

"Um, boss. We need to discuss something." Bob turned to see that Joe had something on his mind.

"What's up? Something on your mind?"

"Yeah. Look, I think we need to cut our losses."

"What?"

"I think we need to take the money and bail!"

"And how do you think we should do that?" Bob asked, slightly annoyed.

"Break our way through the cop's line."

"What!" Bob yelled, in complete surprise.

"It's the perfect plan; I mean they'll never suspect it! Right?"

"Are you kidding me! We're outnumbered five-to-one and you what to rush'em! Are you fucking nuts!"

"Hey, it's better than your plan! Hey what's that plan again, sit around and do nothing, right?"

"Hey it's better than suicide. How stupid could one person get!"

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Wow, these people are idiots. I'm surprised they know how to tie there own shoes. Chris continued to use one of the pennies given to him by the lieutenant to break himself out of the ropes. Chris smirked. Almost there! Chris tore out of the ropes and stood up. Now it's play time.

"Hey guys!" Both Bob and Joe turned to face the stoic Chris. "You should really pay attention to your hostages!"

The hostages coward as the robbers pulled out their firearms and prepared to fire. Chris threw the pennies at Bob and Joe, causing them to lose their concentration and aim. They both fired at the chandelier causing it to fall on their partners, knocking them out. Chris turned to the hostages.

"Get the hell out of here! Now!" Chris did not have to tell the hostages twice, as they ran out of the building.

Both Bob and Joe fired at the Chris who jumped side-to-side, dodging the bullets and making his way toward the duo. Chris kicked away the duo's weapons and punched the Bob in the cheek, sending him backwards. Chris then delivered a painful spin kick to the back of Joe's head. Bob recovered and charged the young fighter, knocking Chris to the ground. Chris backflipped, to avoid the knife Joe had pulled out of his pocket. Chris immediately grabbed Joe's leg and threw him toward Bob, whom was ready to pull out a small handgun.

"Get the hell off of me!" yelled the infuriated Bob to a dazed Joe. Both looked up at Chris, as he pointed his fingers at them. Chris only said one thing with his sinister smirk:

"Bang…"

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"All of you freeze!" the lieutenant yelled, as him and his officers entered the building. All the hostages were safe outside and the gunshots have died down, so they decided to move in. What they found astonished them all (all except the lieutenant, whom sighed).

The lobby was a complete mess, with scattered money, papers and desks turned over. The glass that separated the bank teller and the costumer was shattered. Bullet holes plagued the whole area. But what surprised the group the most was that, in the very center of the chaotic mess was the four robbers, tied up, gagged and unmasked with many bruises. The group stood, gawking.

"I-I can't believe that one kid did all this! He really is Christopher Drakken!" the officer (whom Chris said "Remember my face" to) yelled.

The police went to the tied up quartette and proceed to untie them, ungag them, handcuff them, and read them their rights. After which, the four proceed to thank the officers, asked the officers to take the four to jail, apologized and begged them to keep that crazy kid away from them. The lieutenant smiled as he looked around, backpack in hand.

"Chris! Where are you?"

"Behind you." The lieutenant jumped in surprised. He turned to see chris, whom had simply crossed his arms and grunted.

"Always showing off your skills, huh Chris?" the lieutenant said as he handed Chris his backpack. Chris' expression remained its uncaring shelf.

"No, just showing you how much of an amateur you really are. Now if you excuse me, I must be leaving." Chris turned to leave but the lieutenant placed his hand on Chris's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"They could be better if you help them."

"Sorry, but something just came up. Now I must leave seeing as how I'm late. Oh, and tell that new officer something."

"Oh, and what is that."

"My name is Chris."

Chris ran toward the shadows and disappeared once again.

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Wow! I think that's the fastest I've ever written a chapter. Anyways, I'd like to make an announcement: Me, Li Kenta, and Bloodkin Biarad have teamed up to write a random, comedy, Yu-gi-Oh! fic. And yes, it is going to be good. *Mutters under breath* I hope. I know my audience has been waiting for something like this to happen. *Camera pans to audience, which consists of: a bird, a dog, a cucumber, four quarters and a Ninja Turtle (I don't own Ninja Turtles either! Hah! Thought you had me didn't you!) plushie.* Woah! Four quarters! I've never thought I'd get a celebrity! This is awesome! Anyways, I hope to get the next chapter out by next week, but hoping and doing are two different things. Sooo expect a new chapter from anywhere from next week to six months from now. Hey! No peeing on my audience! Bad boy! Very bad boy! Aww, damn it! Well, I guess the quarters aren't coming to my fics any more. *Sighs.* Well until next time, this is Neo-Shadow saying, `Blueberries are coming!!! Ahhh!'