|Welcome To The Revolution (standard:mystery, 1835 words)|
|Author: Nightfyre||Added: Mar 05 2003||Views/Reads: 2205/1369||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A bank robbing partnership goes south.|
WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION by Brian Maag “Get down. Get down. Get the fuck down!” Fyodor ordered as he and his partner charged the bank tellers, pistols waving. The two commanded control as if born into the art of bank robbery. The chaos that erupted from the bystanders was extremely routine. People frozen in fear, hands by their faces, knees turned in and elbows secured against the ribs. Vet and Fyodor had witnessed many people assume this classic position during their three years in this line of work. Fyodor actually got a kick out of it. He enjoyed coming up with unique ways to get these deer-in-the-middle-of-the-road type people on the floor. But he wasn't feeling particularly creative right then. Brutal was more his thing for the moment. “Hello, hello, hello,” Vet bellowed as he leaped onto the teller counter. “As you can see, we are in fact robbing your bank. So please, somebody fuck with me. Someone give me a reason to pull this trigger.” Fyodor began stashing the petty cash from the drawers while Vet continued fine-tuning his superiority complex. “That's what I thought. A bunch of yellow suckers. What happened to the good old days? Back when there was always a cowboy around to stop people like us? The world's gone soft on me. Isn't that right?” “All right, Vet. Let's get the hell out of here,” Fyodor demanded as he motioned to the exit. “Come on.” “I'm sorry, Fyodor. This is where our relationship ends.” With that, Vet assumed a classic shooting position, weapon lined up right with his partner's head. Fyodor dropped to his knees and pulled the trigger as fast as his panic would allow. Vet took one shot, giving his friend a third eye. Taking two rounds in the leg, however, was going to make escape difficult. The blood poured out steadily, a tell-tale sign that one of Fyodor's bullets caught the femoral artery on the inner thigh. Vet collapsed to the floor, trying to crawl toward his ex-partner. His vision began to cloud before he reached the money, and he realized that escape was impossible. He would black out from the rapid blood loss and be captured. Not the way it was supposed to turn out, Vet thought. His head then hit the floor and he surrendered to unconsciousness. Svetlana heard a loud rap on her front door. “Coming,” she said in an accent that never quite left her after thirty-five years in America. Not recognizing the person through the window, she cautiously opened the door. “Can I help you?” The man removed his opaque sunglasses and put them in the pocket of his dark gray suit jacket. “Yes. I'm Jack Norwood. I had called you about purchasing your house.” “Ah yes, Mr. Norwood. Please, won't you come in.” This was the first person in eight years to ask about a possible sale. Svetlana had spent over fifteen years trying to sell it, but nobody saw the sense in paying $650,000 for a seventy-year-old house in this condition. “Is your husband around? I'd like to discuss a few things with him before proceeding with any deals,” Mr. Norwood asked. Svetlana met her guest's deep brown eyes with her own and responded. “I'm a widow of thirty-four years, Mr. Norwood. I am the one you wish to talk to, yes?” A widow? “I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't know,” Mr. Norwood sympathized. Eighteen years in the slammer and this is my freedom present. This is going to be easier than I thought. Quickly trying to change the mood of the discussion, Mr. Norwood continued. “I guess you are the one I want to speak with.” The two went into the living room and sat on the couch. The room was representative of the entire house. Extremely dark, despite the large windows on the north side. Svetlana drew the curtains open to allow some of the July sun into the room, hiding her eyes as she did, explaining that she never went out much and wasn't accustomed to bright light. Click here to read the rest of this story (142 more lines)
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Nightfyre has 4 active stories on this site.
Profile for Nightfyre, incl. all stories
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.