34HI GUYS!
SUMMARY: SUFFERING FROM POST TRAMATIC STRESS AFTER BEING TAKEN HOSTAGE DURING A BANK HEIST, BELLA SWAN FINALLY THINKS HER LUCK HAS TAKEN A TURN FOR THE BETTER WHEN SHE MEETS CHARMING EDWARD CULLEN. TOO BAD THEM MEETING WASN'T FATE.
FOR NOW THIS STORY WILL BE RATED T. BUT AS THE STORY PROGRESSES SWEARING WILL INCREASE AND I WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO CHANGE TO TO M-BUT I'LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN THE TIME COMES.
I GOT THE IDEA FROM WATCHING BEN AFFLECK'S NEW MOVIE, THE TOWN, WHICH IS BASED OFF OF CHUCK HOGAN'S NOVEL, THE PRINCE OF THIEVES. THE STORY LINE WILL NOT BE EXACT BUT THE MOVIE IS THE FOUNDATION FOR THIS STORY
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF TWILIGHT OR THE STORY LINE OF THE TOWN
P.S.-THIS IS THE PROLOGUE AND ONLY THIS CHAPTER WILL BE IN 3RD PERSON POV. I'M SURE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHY ONCE YOU READ IT
P.P.S.-I WILL RESPOND TO EVERY REVIEW I GET IN THE A/N'S IN THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER
NOW SIT BACK, AND ENJOY!
"Guard one is Arthur Benderson. Age, sixty-one. Seattle P.D. officer for twenty-seven years. Been a guard for ten. Guard two, Mike Parker. Age, thirty-seven. Height, five-ten, two-hundred twenty pounds. New to the job. Mike will exit the truck while Arthur waits inside. Once Mike leaves the truck, Arthur will read a copy of today's Time until Mike returns. Ready?"
The four listeners nodded as they pulled down their various Halloween masks and raised their ready automatics.
"Go!"
The five me rush from the back of the van, charging Mike Parker as he walked through the band doors. A gun was placed on the back of his neck while four figures in black rushed past, jumping over counters and waving around guns while they shouted over one another. The seven workers dropped to the ground in fear while Mike Parker was whacked over the head by his capture's gun and fell into unconsciousness.
The five men gained their composer; one walked to all the workers, collecting their phones and destroying each one. Three others held their guns over the victims to keep them from moving or signaling for help. The leader strode around the room, examining each terrified white collared worker.
He reached down and grabbed the back of a white oxford shirt and pulled up a woman along with it, causing her cheery red heel to fall off in the process.
The figure dragged the petrified woman towards the back vault, throwing her against the cold steel door.
"Open it." He ordered, raising the shotgun to her head.
The woman nodded as she swallowed the lump in her throat as warm tears stained her cheeks. Her quivering hands spun the tumbler, turning it again, and again, and again, ruining the combination order with each spin.
A gloved hand landed on top of her's. "Take your time. Take a deep breath and relax." His voice was calm and she nodded.
Taking a deep breath, she once again began spinning the tumbler. The lock clicked open and she let out a sigh of relief.
The man passed her into the arms of another as he and two other men entered the vault. The capture pushed her back onto the floor to join her quivering colleagues.
The three robbers in the vault split up, one heading for the security tapes and the other two heading for the money, opening black gym bags and replacing the tubs of bleach for wads of money. The lone bandit stuffed the security tapes in his own duffle bag to be destroyed later.
Outside of the vault, the woman, laying on her stomach, kept her eyes on the two men with guns as her foot began brushing along her desk, searching for the tripwire. She froze as one of the men turn to look at her but relaxed once he looked away. She felt the wire in between her toes and gave it a tug.
Back in the cleaned out vault, the three men were dousing everything with bleach to destroy any possible evidence-which wasn't likely. One of the three guys noticed a blinking light by the security station.
"Shit! The alarm's been tripped!"
"What?" The other two yelled though they had heard him perfectly.
"We need to get out of here now!"
The men quickly finished dousing the room and rushed back into the lobby.
"Alarm's of, we're out." One instructed the two in the lobby.
The one closest to the woman snapped his head towards his partner, the motion causing the back of his mask to lift, revealing a tattoo of a hunting arrow.
The tattooed criminal turned to the woman and bent down, taking her by the arm and jerking her up, pulling her along with him as he headed out of the bank.
"What the hell is this?" One of them yelled to him as the others threw the bags of money into the van.
"Leverage, in case the cops show up."
Before anyone could argue, sirens sounded in the distance. The five men pulled the terrified woman into the van, slammed shut the doors, and took off.
The man with the tattoo tied a piece of black fabric over her eyes and everything went dark. Her hands were pulled behind her back and restricted.
The two men sitting on either side of her took off their masks. The one on her left glared at the one on her right.
"What?" He questioned.
"We don't take hostages. Ever. You know that." The other man shrugged and rested against the side of the van.
"You'll be okay." Someone whispered into her left ear. "We won't hurt you."
Twenty minutes later the van stopped and the back doors were open. The woman was taken by the wrist and lead into the cool March air. Someone walked get over a rocky terrain.
"Walk until you reach the water." The voice whispered to her before running back into the van and disappearing.
Tentatively, the woman tip-toed forward, fearing her path ahead. Cold water trickled across her toes. She shook her head back and forth until the fabric fell from her eyes. She looked around the desolate back and than into the bright sun.
HOW'D YA LIKE IT?
CAN YOU SEE NOW WHY I DID 3RD PERSON POV? A LOT IS GOING ON, IT WOULD BE TOO HARD TO GET ALL OF IT IN 1 POV
I PLAN ON UPDATING EVERY WEEK BUT I'M GOING TO UPDATE THE NEXT
CHAPTER SOME TIME THIS WEEK CAUSE I HAVE MIDTERMS NEXT
WEEK SO IT WILL MAKE UP FOR IT :D
REVIEW PLEASEEE :)