Fan Fiction ❯ The Rage of Mr. Blonde ❯ The Heist ( Chapter 1 )

The Rage of Mr. Blonde

This is a story about the infamous diamond heist of the 1992 Tarantino thriller, "Reservoir Dogs". It starred Michael Madsen, Tim Roth, Harvey Keitel, and the hilarious Steve Buscemi. I recommend everyone to see the film if they haven't already.

Background:

Gangster Joe Cabot and his partner/son, Nice Guy Eddie, have orchestrated an ingenious crime to make off with precious diamonds from a store with 6 complete strangers. The reason that Joe insists they not know each other's names and past is so that they don't rat out on each other if any get caught.

Joe and Eddie's 6 employees will go into the store under alias names, each having a color. Mr. White is the tough leader, and Pink, Blonde, Blue, Brown, and finally, Mr. Orange, are also there.

They think it will be the perfect crime. What they don't know is that one of them is an undercover cop.

But which one?

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Mr. Brown veered his car into the front of the diamond store and stepped on the breaks uneasily, causing the others to jump in their seats. Bystanders out on their normal routines thought almost nothing of it except noise pollution. An old man who was reading the newspaper on a bench nodded to himself, "Kids these days…"

As the old car rumbled in front of the unsuspecting store, the crammed crooks jumped out. Mr. White came out of the front passenger's side, while Mr. Orange and the older Mr. Blue came out of the right passenger door. Mr. Pink and Mr. Blonde, who were exact opposites of each other in every way from appearance to personality climbed out of the car from the left to stand in the sun-baked road.

The doors were slammed, causing the door and Mr. Brown inside it to tremble from side to side. Mr. Brown would be the getaway driver, so therefore he would just wait for them to grab the diamonds.

You'll be okay, Brown, you're not goin' to fucking die on yourself. You're goin' to be one rich bastard when this is over and done with.

Mr. Brown closed his eyes, and his palms became sweaty. Not so much the heat from the 90 degree weather on that particular weekday, but a sense of what might happen to him and his partners within the next 5 minutes.

All the men were dressed in their best black suits; in sunglasses, and each looked super cool for a job that would bring them a lot of ice.

"If you're gonna do a job that's worth the pay, you might want to look as suave as possible just for the heck of it," Joe would always cackle in his dry voice that was clearly in mimic of any gangster on film or tv.

As their shiny black boots scarped across the sticky pavement to the glass door, each took a deep breath. Could this be their most glorious hour, or their last?

Mr. White went first, pushing his weight against the door, in the process of knocking someone over who was about ready to leave. Mr. Blonde, then Pink, now Blue, and finally Orange entered the store as well. White and Pink got to the very end of the store where the manager was inspecting a roughly cut diamond with a tool.

Mr. White and Pink were to take the diamonds, while Orange made sure no one left or entered their target. The five customers and 9 employees had no idea. One girl behind one of the counters did seem startled by the group who resembled more like CIA agents than diamond thieves.

Mr. Pink was trembling under his clothes, and beads of sweat dropped from his wavy brown hair, as he waited for Mr. White to give the signal. Blue and Orange felt sick to their stomachs, wondering why they had the omelets at that café.

Only Mr. Blonde, the tallest of the 6, seemed to be okay with the situation. In fact, his face resembled a kid who was about to go on his favorite ride at the amusement park.

"Can I help you gentlemen with anything?" The manager asked with a tone of business. He eyed every single one of them, and then moved his head to see Mr. Brown waiting outside. "In a hurry?"

"Yeah," Mr. White answered, "we're in a real hurry." Quick as lightning, Mr. White took out his gun from his black jacket and pointed his handgun at the manager's eyes. "Just give us those diamonds that you guys got today, and no one's getting hurt."

Distressed groans and yelps came from employees and customers both as White's companions copied him, pointing their guns at anyone who they thought would have the balls to try anything funny.

The young girl began to cry a little, but everyone else just seemed to stand there, too terrified to even think about anything else except surviving.

"Go get `em," Mr. Pink yelled to the mortified manager, "what are you waiting for, your fucking funeral?!"

"No, no, no, sir!" The manager stepped into a small hall at the back, and brought a large black leather bag within a couple seconds. He lifted the bag onto the glass counter, which separated him and White, still brandishing his gun. A thud on the counter announced to everyone that the diamonds were inside the bag.

"Open it!" White ordered. His gun was lowered, seeing the manager complying quickly without problem.

The manager unbuttoned the leather bag, revealing the crystalline contents. It was beautiful to all who peeked from near and afar. The glistening stones in White's eyes made him gasp. How much was this?

We're gonna be set for life. Pink's thoughts exactly.

Mr. White nodded in approval, directing Pink to take the bag. Pink took the rich parcel with both hands, setting his gun down on the counter momentarily. The manager eyed the weapon.

White raised the gun back to the man's face, "Don't even try it." The manager took a step back from the counter, making clear he would not do anything funny. "PINK!"

"What?" The gun was now back in Mr. Pink's hand as he struggled to keep the bag in his grasp. The taller and more muscular Mr. Blonde giggled at the sight.

"Never leave your gun lying around. Somebody might blow your fucking head off, namely me if you do that again!"

"Fuck off, White: we got the diamonds let's go!"

White motioned to leave, but someone pulled a fast one on them. An older employee jumped down to the floor, and Mr. Blonde sprinted right over, aiming his gun over the counter.

"Don't touch any fucking alarm, man" screamed Blonde, who's gun was ready to fire at the man below, "you won't want to turn on any alarm."

"Come on, White! We need to go!" Blue was stepping his way towards Orange and the door when a loud ringing was heard. Brown was looking through the car window wondering what the hell was going on.

"Bad choice, dumb ass!" Blonde screamed, curdling everyone's hot blood when they heard his war cry. He fired four shots into the man who set off the alarm while he lied on the carpet floor. Blood squirted across the glass casing and white walls.

The young woman cried even more, seeing the dead man just mere feet from her. Blonde turned to her.

"You want some?" She nodded no as she became blind from the raging tears.

But she was met with the same answer as the man. Bang! Bang! Bang!

The young women fell to the floor backwards as each bullet hit into a new bloody wound. Her head hung down, as if she was ashamed of the bloody mess on her. Silence. Everyone was quiet, confused, and angry at Blonde's actions.

"What the fuck, Blonde?" White asked with pure hate in his voice. "Why did you kill that girl?"

"What?" Blonde was busily reloading his gun over the noise of the continuing ringing.

"Never the fuck mind!" White was clearly steamed at Blonde's actions, but he had no time to react to either Blonde's gun fire, or to the diamond heist that was still incomplete.

"Pink," calmly said Mr. Blonde, "go with Blue with diamonds."

"What are you gonna do," asked the petrified Blue.

"I'm gonna clean up."

"Fuck," cried out Pink, "don't do it, Blonde! You're making a big ass mistake if you kill anyone else."

"Fuck `em. They deserve what they get."

Blonde cocked his gun again and fired one bullet into each of the remaining survivors of the blood bath, and each one fell to the floor in a bloody spray of red.

An already pissed off Mr. White ducked his head in order to avoid a stray bullet.

The stained walls, floors, and glass was overwhelming Blue.

Blonde reloaded once again, and fired one last bullet into the stomach of a near dead man, gasping for breath as he lied on his back.

Sirens could be heard nearby for a brief moment before cops started to show up from across the road, cocking heir guns and yelling their threats.

"Oh, shit," Pink's voice warned Blue to get the hell out of the store, ignoring the getaway car with Brown inside. "Where the fuck is he going? He's not going to walk over to the rendezvous."

When Blue had gone, the cops crossed to the front of the glass door, guns at the ready to kill some crooks. "You two," ordered the lead cop, "go after that runner." After they all made it past Brown's car, it was clear to White that they had not realized that Brown was also in the loop.

"Shit." White watched as the cops began to surround themselves and Pink, who had the diamonds still. He had to do something.

Pink and Blonde fired into the crowd of blue boys, who were still hesitant to shoot for some crazy reason, causing some to fall or retreat.

White and Orange did the same; many more cops fell to their deadly firearms. Mad and desperate for escape, White found an opening, lunged at it, and grabbed Orange by the arm in order get them both out.

The cops watched them pass into Brown's getaway, and suddenly realized that Brown was the culprit as well.

"Fuck!" The lead cop said aloud.

"We gotta go, Brown! Go!" White had made the decision to leave the scene and hope the diamonds would be safe with Pink and Blonde.

"But what about Blonde and Pink? And Blue!" Brown looked back at his passengers, who were both panting in the back seat.

"Never mind them," reassured White, "they'll be okay." Orange remained silent.

"Fine! Fine the fuck fine! This is the worst day ever," Mr. Brown called out to his comrades as he stepped on the gas, hoping to get out of the scene as fast as possible.

The car blasted off away from the massacre to the nearest way to the rendezvous. Within seconds, Blonde and Pink could see their only hope of escaping get away.

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A bold cop dived out at Blonde with his nightstick, but the larger man got the best of him, wrestling him into a headlock. Mr. Blonde took his gun and pointed the weapon at his prey's sweaty head, glaring at anyone that decided to move closer. Pink watched, still with the diamonds in one hand, and a gun in the other as Blonde demanded to be let through.

"Let me leave this bleeding hell of a store, and this cop won't get hurt. You want this cop dead?"

The remaining cops who were not shot and bleeding on the floor debated in their heads, and agreed within the second they were given. Pink took his chance, and shot his way through, making a clearance for himself, which was lined with dead bodies of cops and civilians.

"I'm getting the fuck out!" Mr. Pink raced out of the store, and down the sidewalk where Blue had gone. It was just the cops and Mr. Blonde now, along with his captive.

Slowly, he stepped further and further away from the cops, down the sidewalk opposite the way Blue and Pink had gone.

The leader, seeing how hopeless the situation was, decided to go after the diamonds and Mr. Pink.

"Alright, guys, three of you stay here to make sure this madman does nothing else with Marvin, and we'll go after the diamonds."

The now token force of cops left the heist to go after the prize and Mr. Pink.

Blonde reached into a back alley to avoid the cops seeing him and his captured hostage, the police officer Marvin. Waiting for a few moments, Blonde was convinced that he was not being followed by those other three.

With a gun to the back of the cop, Blonde led Marvin down the alley to the other side where a car was parked near a sidewalk. Blonde took out his car keys from a jacket pocket, and unlocked the trunk to his yellow car. Marvin and Blonde looked down at the trunk, each with a different expression. Blonde looked calm, cool, while Marvin was confused and scared about what would happen to him next.

"Get in, fucker."

The cop grumbled, and climbed inside the small space, which had various tools and things already inside.

"I'm gonna make you as miserable as possible on this last day, day of days," Blonde announced to the cop, "for you."

Marvin glimpsed a wide toothy grin and a fiery glint in Blonde's eyes before the door was on him, and all was turned to darkness.

Just as Brown had done before, Blonde veered into the busy road at an increasing rate of speed, going towards the same destination: the rendezvous warehouse.

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