The Bank (Chapter 9, The Eye Of Death)
Posted April 28th, 2007 by AlecO
I contorted my mouth into a horrid shout, expecting it to be muffled by a gunshot.
Not a click.
But a click is what I heard, the click of an empty gun. The idiot had forgotten to load his weapon. Maybe he wasn't the experienced killer I had assumed him to be. This time, it was him who looked at me with a look of terror across his sinister features. The masked menace smiled sheepishly and glanced at the door.
He made a break for it.
The man didn't make it very far though, as for my fist met with his face as he bolted from the kitchen. The man grunted in pain, and I could see a blotch of red forming under the mask. He continued onward though, his stocky frame not phased by my weak attempt at incapacitating him. Instead of retalliating against me, he continued his forward momentum, knocking me to the floor. He slid out the door, propelling himself toward the stairwell. I heard heavy footsteps as he exited the apartment, then the screech of tires as he disappered from the parking lot. I was simply frozen on the floor, too distraught, too amazed that I had looked death straight in the eye.
Little did I know, over the next few weeks, I would stare down death four more times....
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