Chapter 7
Typing.....
{December 30}
The fast vooming of black Vans in the middle of day was first seen stopping in front of a glass-like building. Figures in black steps out of the open doors of the Vans with guns exposed on the air ,marching towards the Bank with force.
A country bank?!
My shock eyes stared at the leader in the front with disbelief....
Was he expected us to steal and threaten from a country bank, was he crazy.
Placing my hand on my stomach and staring at my teammates, that doesn't seen surprise but indifferent and firm ready.
Damn! If I knew this was the ' Doing something bigger ' I wouldn't be involved, not especially now am carrying another being in me.
Too late to regret anything now, only how I survive or don't go to prison.
We bang into the building pointing our guns at the startled and already frightening people.
" Laid or die...!"
* Gun shots on the air*
Everyone in the building quivers as they lay on the ground, workers, securities and the people who came for service.
Their head on the ground, body shaking repeatedly as my heart.
My teammates held their guns on the head of anyone, others were on look out, and my boss and few others draged the paled cashier to bring out the money....
But....
I was just standing, staring at the whole scene in slow motion once again.
My heart pounding and breathing restless, looking at the heavily pregnant woman lying in front of my shoes, my gun on her head.
She was weeping....
No....
Alot of people were weeping in their whispers.
Uneasy and unsettled.
This feeling I never experience, when he around.
Mark never let me experience those unusual critical feelings. He made me feel safe and I was doing the right thing for survival.
But now...
Placing my left hand on my adomen then staring at the pregnant woman.
I felt sick and trap, tried and so unsafe....
In this sick game.
I want to escape be free from it, the voice of despair in my head.
* Loud Gunshot*
The gunshot at the other side woke me back to reality. My black eyes reflect the familiar figure of my boss and teammate with sack bags of money but the cashier wasn't with them.
What did they do to her?!
I question within, despite knowing well what happened but couldn't still help to ask myself.
Still yet to recover, my boss next word left my kneel weak and breath stop...
" Kill! Kill them all."
"What?!"
I exclaimed with my normal voice, that reveal my female identity but didn't care.
His voice was commanding and the happy giggles of my teammates made me even sick to the cord.
Those same voice made me pull the trigger on Christmas night and now; it's commanding me to kill innocent people and even my fellow pregnant woman...!
I can't! I couldn't!
" Que...! Pull the trigger and don't dare screw up!"
Those same words, those same voice of the Satan.....
Sounded at my bleeding eardrum from the wailing and screams of the now dying people.
My hand were shivering, the gun feeling so heavy to pull up.....
" Aaah! The baby! The baby! Is coming..... It coming out...!"
My widen eyes stared at the pregnant woman who sweaty hand were trying to hold the hem of my pant.
Tears running down her face, her voice echoing agony from pain.
She was in labor.
Bang...!
It was a binb-ping slience in my head.
No more pleading nor painful scream.
The laid prophecy of any woman, was shatter in bloody crack glass at one shot of a bullet.
My face held horror, staring at the dead body of two lives and their crimson blood spearding under my feet.
This scene I would remember for a long time.
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.
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"Boss, I can't believe we're rich! We're rich! Hahahahaha..."
" To think the security of the country bank, was so weak...."
" Yeah right, if only we knew about that earlier.... Hahahahaha!"
" The people are really funny. They were running like scared chickens that I almost forgot to shot!"
" Forget it, forget it... Right now is to celebrate.....!"
"Celebrate? I would pass."
My cold quite voice faded with the sudden loud music.
They were drinking red wine and dancing wildly, with no drop of quilt or....
Quilt!
It was like what's happened few hours ago, made me wonder if it was another bad movie.
The bloody vision of the pregnant woman, Mark words and my mother last word filled my vision as I shout towards the falling Sunrise.
" Cool down girl, your scream is way painful to the ears than the music playing."
I turned back towards the incoming black figure, holding two cup of hot coffee.
" Want ?"
I nodded, reaching out towards the mud cup and taking a long sip.
This was something I needed.
" Thanks Mich."
Taking another long sip, ignoring her sigh.
" Today was quite magical, wasn't it?"
My hand stiff as I remember the cold indifferent eyes of Mich as she shot at the pregnant woman earlier.
" It was, it indeed was. Mich."
She stared at me with her innocent expression and smiled widely but dark.
" Would you like to spend some time with me tomorrow?"