Fan Fiction ❯ Bank Robbers ❯ Begining ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1 Beginning

Have you ever had this odd feeling in your gut that something was going to change your life forever? Well, I haven't either, but I sure wish I did when guys with women's pantyhose over their heads were holding up the local Main Street Bank.

 

So there I was, next in line to talk to the teller that I had been waiting an hour to see, and BOOM! These two nut-jobs-- yes, only two, this is a small bank with minimal security- with pantyhose over their head burst in and say they're holding the place up and if anybody moves they'll get their head blown off. The first of the robbers to come in was a lanky man (the brains) wearing all black except for his fashionable flesh-tone pantyhose cap. From what I could tell he had darkish hair, a big Adrian-Brody-bird-beak-nose, and beady eyes. The other guy was big and buff (the muscle). I couldn't make out most of his facial features except that he had a straight nose and he had black-ish hair. He was also in all black except for his equally lovely hat.

Then the smaller man told everyone to sit down on the floor and put their hands on their knees with a high voice and a Brooklyn accent (obviously the brains of the operation). Well, of course some idiot is going to try and play the hero, so this cop in his mid-twenties drew his gun and told them to lay on the ground with their hand on their heads. (Yeah, right.) Big Robber shot the gun out of his hand, and Little Robber shot him in the leg. They apparently have good aim. Everyone dropped to the floor. So, the cop was down on the floor and bleeding (oh, great) and a woman lying next to the wounded cop was starting to get hysterical (another “Oh, great”).

Oh and this is the good part. Big Robber saw me from across the room. His heart melted at the sight of me. He punched Little Robber's face in and let all the hostages go. Then comes over, pulled me to my feet, and dipped me into a Scarlet-O'Hara-kiss. Ha ha, had you going there for a second, didn't I. Nope, here's what really happened.

I sneeze. Now, when I sneeze it sounds like I'm saying something obscene. Sometimes it sound like a dog barking, other times it sounds like a ring from a cell phone. I blame my father.

This time it sounded like I said something. So Little Robber walked over after ordering Big Robber to get the bags filled up with money and pulled my chin up with his thumb an forefinger so I was looking him square in the eyes, or at least his eyes covered by a whole bunch of the outlines of little tan squares. (Do I need to remind you of the pantyhose?)

He said, “What did you say, sweetheart?” His breath smelled terrible. I tried not to flinch. I have no idea what he had been eating but it made me want to pass out. And since some scrawny New Yorker that doesn't have the decency to eat a breath mint is pushing me around I start to get angry so…

“Well, if you must know,” I said in the most defiant voice I have ever heard myself use. Yes, I know defiance is a sure fire way to get myself shot, but my mouth has a mind of it's own. “I didn't say a thing. I sneezed. You know `ah-choo'.” He kind of had this dumbfounded look on his face, come to think of it was probably because of my tone. I'm mean, what's some small town girl from Louisiana doing back-talking him? But, since this didn't occur to me at the time I continued. “Did it ever occur to you that some of us could be allergic to the dust on this floor? Did you know that someone could choke on this dust and die? You know they'd die on your watch. That means, my simpleton friend, that you will be in jail for even longer than for just the robbery.” I have this little problem with babbling and/or ranting when I'm nervous or scared. All of the hostages were staring at me. Now he was getting angry.

He was glaring at me and just when I thought he was going to take a swing at me Big Robber called, “Help me carry these damn bags.” To the get-away car, I'm assuming. So, we're all sitting here and about three minutes after Little Robber goes to help carry the “damn bags” full of dough we hear sirens. Now, right about here I'm about to jump for joy but… oh, you'll find out in a minute.

Big Robber and Little Robber came running out of the back room.

“Jimmy, we can't out run the cops!” Big Robber said.

“Calm down, Nathan! I have a plan,” Jimmy announced almost rolling his eyes. Yep, you know what's coming next. Leverage. And do you know who Jimmy looks at that very moment? Me. I guess this is my payback for mouthing off to him.

Jimmy made a gesture to Nathan. Nathan walked over and started to pick me up. I struggled, twisted, and yelled, but it was no good. He was too strong for me to fight off. Well, with me and my pride, I'm not about to give up easily. So I was there twisting and giving him a hell of a hard time, but he got me outside and into the back seat of a big black SUV looking thing. Cars are not my strong suit.

No, the cops aren't here yet. What? Are they going the speed limit? Getting their before-bank-robbery doughnuts and coffee?

Nathan was holding me down quite easily with one arm and getting some rope from out from under the seat. He tied me down like I was a calf about to be branded, he also gagged me with a bandana that was in the car. Yep, I was feeling the love.

Jimmy came up to the car and got the money into the trunk and got himself into the driver's seat. Nathan climbed into the passenger seat, and got situated so that he was looking at me. He almost looked like he was sorry for hauling me into all this, like he can't control Jimmy's actions. Then I remembered that they both hauled me into this. And this makes me even more angry so I started to kick and scream like a four-year-old. I know, I know, but at the time there was nothing else better to do.

Jimmy had already started to drive at (what I'm guessing is) 90 mile per hour. Whatever the exact speed, it was not what I felt comfortable with. Not that I would feel comfortable with any of this. Nathan was trying to keep me still and quiet with little success considering he's in the front seat.

I started to kick the back of Jimmy's head. Jimmy started curse and yellsed, “Get the gun out of the glove box!”

Nathan obeyed and held me at gunpoint. Apparently they already stashed their big guns in the trunk. Boy, they're smart. Anybody knows for a successful bank robbery you need… wait I'm getting off subject… So he was waving the gun in my face and since I am a sensible at heart person I shut up. Jimmy made a sharp turn onto a dirt road and everybody seemed to hold their breath. I would guess that they were thinking, “Are we actually going to get away with this?” or something along those lines. We bumped down that road for about twenty minutes before we came to a fork in the road and turned to the left. We stayed on this road for about an hour and a half. Then Jimmy turned to the right off this dirt road onto another. Now I won't bore you with the directions to their safe house. After that I just sat there, waited for the car to stop, and prayed I don't get shot.