“How A Hero Robs A Bank”
Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
Smashwords Edition
How A Hero Robs A Bank
By Maxwell Avoi
Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi
Jamie waited in line, watching as it slowly shrank when the tellers called out, “Next.” It was a normal, quiet day at (she checked her account information again) Midtown Banking. No one was looking at her, which was odd even for Summit Falls, where the citizens were used to seeing weird things. A tall, slim cowgirl complete with hat and boots wasn’t that surprising. She was used to men staring at her miles of leg or her wide, perfectly rounded ass. No, people usually stared at her bone-white skin and eyes, or her hair that was red with orange streaks, or the permanent marks on her hands and eyes that looked like flames. Her hair rippled, the orange and red and yellow slipping over and through each other to shimmer even when she was standing still; she looked as if live fire decorated her head. The line moved forward and still no one stared at her, and Jamie felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
She started to turn but she was already too late. The front of the bank exploded inward, the door and surrounding masonry bursting into thousands of pieces when they blew into the building. The bystanders screamed, many of them falling under the rubble. Some of them were far too still. Others were knocked down by flying debris and a few managed to avoid being hurt at all.
Jamie was one of the lucky ones; the rubble had missed her entirely. She was able to see the criminals as they entered through their hole. They were just thugs, for the most part, little to distinguish them from each other besides different colored clothes. They wore bandanas as masks, which struck her as a bit cliché, but they were the ones with the guns so they made the rules.