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"Hands up and against the wall! A cop screamed at me ferociously.
I did what I was told. Two cops came from my side.
And I waited for the right second. Hold it, now! I thought. I slammed my elbows on their faces leaving a bloody wound. They both toppled back, clutching their bloody noses.
The other cops closed in to get me pinned to the wall.
I took my money bags and flung them at the two cops coming from my side. One toppled over and the other stepped back a bit.
I kicked the cop behind me and turned with tons of power in my right arm and punched the last cop.
I took his Uzi and shot randomly as I ran. I followed the left side of the wall and found a ladder to the top of the apartment.
I started to climb and I was almost to the top and and a shot of pain screemed up my left leg.
"Ahhhhhh!' I was shot in the leg.
Bang! The Uzi fired at me. Ping! The bullets bounced off the ladder. Police men were shooting at me.
I managed to reach the top. I clung to reach the ground and the guns stopped firing.
I panted loudly. Suddenly I heard ping sounds rappidly. They were climbing up the ladder.
I crawled to the edge and peered down with anxiety. One cop was climbing up.
I aimed my Uzi down at him and shot. Screems came from the apartment below me.
"Ahhh!" The policeman yelled. He fell to the ground and landed on his head with a crack.
All was silent. Fog passed my path.
And I limped home.
As I reached my home, there were firemen spraying ice cold water at my apartment. It was burning terribly.
I stared at it with disbelief. I glanced over to two firemen talking. I overheard them.
"Two people at house number six never got out."
That just so happened to be my house. "Alice and Jane." I wept furiously. "My lovely wife Jane was dead and my only child is dead.
Tears dripped down my face.
"Hey kid." A firemen came up to me. "Is your leg ok?"
"Heck no! What do you expect? I was shot!" I screamed at him.
"Well lets just get some of it fixed up." He spoke with a bit of a frightened voice. Three firemen bandaged me up and said I need to go to the hospital.
"No!" I said, afraid the cops would come up to me and find out that I'm a murderer.
"Hey you!" A policeman came up to me. A cold, dark felling swept over me. "You were the one who robbed the bank." Two other cops stepped behind me.
Now what? I thought.
-Will Varalla
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