My Friend Johnny (chapter 2)

-4 hours earlier –

Three men jump out of a sleek orange and black chevelle and pull ski masks over their faces as they run up the stairs. Two guards stand in front of the glass doors and reach for their side arms when they see the men approaching. The masked man to the left pulls a shot gun from beneath his leather trench coat and pulls the trigger; blood spouts from both of the guards’ stomachs. The three men continue their mission stepping over the crumpled guards and enter the building; the lettering on the doors read “First National Bank”.

                People are everywhere in the large lobby and are all looking at the three intruders, the sound from the shot gun frightened them and they were standing huddled together at a distance.

                “ALRIGHT SHEEP, THIS IS A STICK UP! EVERYONE LAY FLAT ON THE GROUND AND PULL OUT ALL THE VALUABLES FROM YOUR POCKETS AND DON’T FORGET YOUR CELL PHONES; PLACE THEM IN FRONT OF YOU!” man 1 screamed. The people in the bank stared at him shocked and didn’t move. “I SAID NOW YOU FUCKING ANIMALS!!” he fired his Magnum at a giant chandelier; glass rained down on them. Women screamed and everyone began emptying their pockets and tossing the goods in front of them and then lay flat on their stomachs… except for one man.

                “HEY, HEY YOU WISE ASS! CANT YOU HEAR GODDAMNIT?” Man 2 shouted as he approached the person refusing to lay down. “GET THE FUCK DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!”

                “You can’t make me do anything and I am not afraid of punks like you.” The man said, he then spit in #2’s face.

                “Now that… was a very…very…poor decision…” He placed the barrel of a Desert Eagle 5.0 underneath the stubborn man’s chin, “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to listen to what the people in charge are tellin ya?” an earth shaking roar came from the pistol as the man’s head was reduced to fragments. Blood coated those who were lying down close to the victim.

                There were more screams and sobs from the people of the bank; man 2 and 3 were now going around the room collecting all of the hostages personal items and tossing them into large garbage bags, occasionally jarring one in the ribs for not wanting to give up a wallet or cell phone. Man 1 casually approached one of the cahiers who was huddled underneath her desk and he demanded to be taken to the vault. He noticed a faint, red blinking light coming from a panel that was underneath the clerks desk. “You little bitch…” he murmured in a low growl. “GET UP AND TAKE ME TO THE VAULT NOW!!” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She began marching in front of him showing him exactly where he wanted to go. “HEY BOYS, BETTER ACT FAST WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME COMPANY SOON”. He hollered to his partners in crime as he was led to the vault; the barrel of his weapon pressed firmly against the back of the clerks head. The other masked men looked at each other in shock and then began collecting the goods as quickly as they could.

            The vault was bigger than Man 1 had expected; after the clerk put in the combination and opened the door he struck her on the side of her head with his pistol; she crumpled to the floor knocked out. He stepped inside the luxurious chamber and removed his mask, he then went from shelf to shelf dumping the tall stacks of money into his duffel bag. When his bag was full he ran back to the main lobby and walked directly into a nightmare. Police officers were everywhere outside; the Captain was on the bullhorn demanding that hostages be let go. Man 3 grabbed one of the hostages and pushed him towards the window while pulling out his shot gun; he placed the barrel on the back of his neck and blew him away. Blood and glass blasted out onto the street and the body of the poor victim tumbled out onto the stair way, decapitated.

            The cops opened fire on the building and Man 3 jumped for cover, as he did this one of the bank’s guards stood up and pulled out his fire arm. Man 2 saw this action out of the corner of his eye and opened fire on the guard. When he turned to look he saw Man 3 on the ground in the fetal position; the guard looked dumbfounded. Man 2 drew quick and landed a bullet right between his eyes. He ran over to Man 3 while taking off his mask and opened his coat. The wounds were grouped fairly close together so he used his mask and put pressure to try and stop the bleeding. “The fuck happened here?!” Johnny exclaimed while looking at the chaos.

            “I don’t know!” Daniel exclaimed, “Hector blew some guy away at the window there and I saw this guard grab his gun and point it at him; so I shot first.”

            Johnny picked up the guards revolver and opened the chamber; all of the bullets sat in place. “Say, Daniel… how many times did you fire?”

            “Well, hell I dunno Johnny it all happened so fast! I mean I saw the guard about to gun for Hector out of the corner of my eye so I shot at him; got him right between the eyes too!”

            Johnny grabbed Daniel’s weapon and dropped the magazine and noticed he was five bullets short. “You mother fucking SON OF A BITCH!!”

            Daniel had the look of pure terror in his eyes and began to crawl backwards, away from Johnny. The hostages looked on in disbelief and shock as Johnny gave Daniel a severe beating; all the while Daniel begged for forgiveness. “Now we have to figure out a way to get out of here while carrying this fat fuck!” Johnny sat back and thought for a minute, the air seemed stale in this place. “I think I got a plan… we have to let the hostages go. Release them all at once and the cops will be overwhelmed; we can act like one of them and scatter to the car when we get close. Ill carry Hector and you act like the dopey ass that’s bleeding on yourself. I’ll go get the money, you carry the rest.” Johnny slung the duffel over his shoulder and went to get Hector. Daniel stared up at him stupidly waiting for further instruction. Furious at this Johnny shouted “GO REALESE THE HOSTAGES NUMB NUTS!!”

            Daniel sprang into action and told all the hostages to get on their feet. “Now, I am going to let you out of here but when I do you have to be going absolutely crazy. Spread out and run to all of the cops you see; if you don’t, we will be watching, and you will die…”

            The HPD could see a lot of commotion going on inside of the building but couldn’t be too sure as to what was happening. All of a sudden the doors burst open and the people came rushing out. Many were wounded needing immediate medical attention. Johnny carried hector all the way through the crowd and police, Daniel followed closely carrying the loot. They went straight to the chevelle and got in as quickly as possible. Johnny lay Hector down on the back seat then pushed the pedal down, speeding off into the distance; they had gotten away.