He walked into the department store with a gun tucked safely
inside his jacket pocket. His breathing was erratic, sweat dotting his
forehead. He walked from the front of the store to the back, his eyes
frantically searching for associates hoping no one would notice his
nervousness.
“Hello sir, are you finding everything okay?” A young girl asked. Her name tag read Isabelle. The man barely replied, shaking his head and saying he was fine. Isabelle furrowed her brow, obviously suspicious. As she walks away to talk into her radio, she gets ready to notify security of the man’s suspicious behavior. But she doesn’t get the chance, because the man grabs his gun and points it at her back. When Isabelle feels the gun pointed to her back she gasps.
“Listen Girlie, you’re going to take me to your break room or you die!” The man whispers quickly in her ear. Isabelle does as she’s told, ignoring the voices over the radio that call her name.
When they reach the break room Isabelle fumbles with the keycode. The man presses the gun deeper into her back and Isabelle can’t help but begin to cry. No one is in the break room when they enter and the man smiles, thinking he might actually get away with the crime he’s about to commit.
“Okay Girlie sit down!” The man yells, pointing the gun at her while she trips into a chair. “And be quiet, or I swear I’ll make sure these white walls get covered with your brains.” He says, the gun slightly shaking in his hand. Isabelle listens to the man, and quietly cries while she sits in the chair.
“Which button activates the overhead speakers?” The man asks her, pointing to the phone.
“its-it’s the third..the third one down.” Isabelle says, her voice quivering with fear.
“Attention shoppers, There is a bomb planted somewhere in this store and if I don’t get the money I want..we’ll all be blown to smithereens! So if the managers would like to deliver all the money they have..I would gladly appreciate it. Thank you!” The man hangs up the phone and waits for the storm of panic to begin. Isabelle’s radio goes wild with voices that frantically try to figure out what to do. Screams can be heard from outside the break room. The man begins to smile, loving every minute of the chaos.
Suddenly Isabelle stands up making the man turn around. “What did I tell you girl?” The man yells. Isabelle’s body begins to convulse, changing in form. The man’s eyes go wide with fear. He tries shooting her, but to no avail. Isabelle is no longer who she once was, now standing before the man is a tall boy with Black hair and gold eyes. He wears a black suit with black boots and black gloves.
“Oh I think you picked the wrong person to threaten sir!” The boy says. His teeth are sharp like razors. The man screams, trying again to shoot and kill. The bullets merely absorb into the boy’s skin.
“You see, I don’t like it when threatened. This is my place of employment, a cover up if you will. And then you come in here and you threaten these people, you threaten me? I don’t think so!”
The man tries to run out of the break room, but the door is won’t budge open. “Now I have to devour you. And you’re making me use my time powers, just another reason to kill you.” The boy says. The man regrets ever having walked into this department store.
“Hello sir, are you finding everything okay?” A young girl asked. Her name tag read Isabelle. The man barely replied, shaking his head and saying he was fine. Isabelle furrowed her brow, obviously suspicious. As she walks away to talk into her radio, she gets ready to notify security of the man’s suspicious behavior. But she doesn’t get the chance, because the man grabs his gun and points it at her back. When Isabelle feels the gun pointed to her back she gasps.
“Listen Girlie, you’re going to take me to your break room or you die!” The man whispers quickly in her ear. Isabelle does as she’s told, ignoring the voices over the radio that call her name.
When they reach the break room Isabelle fumbles with the keycode. The man presses the gun deeper into her back and Isabelle can’t help but begin to cry. No one is in the break room when they enter and the man smiles, thinking he might actually get away with the crime he’s about to commit.
“Okay Girlie sit down!” The man yells, pointing the gun at her while she trips into a chair. “And be quiet, or I swear I’ll make sure these white walls get covered with your brains.” He says, the gun slightly shaking in his hand. Isabelle listens to the man, and quietly cries while she sits in the chair.
“Which button activates the overhead speakers?” The man asks her, pointing to the phone.
“its-it’s the third..the third one down.” Isabelle says, her voice quivering with fear.
“Attention shoppers, There is a bomb planted somewhere in this store and if I don’t get the money I want..we’ll all be blown to smithereens! So if the managers would like to deliver all the money they have..I would gladly appreciate it. Thank you!” The man hangs up the phone and waits for the storm of panic to begin. Isabelle’s radio goes wild with voices that frantically try to figure out what to do. Screams can be heard from outside the break room. The man begins to smile, loving every minute of the chaos.
Suddenly Isabelle stands up making the man turn around. “What did I tell you girl?” The man yells. Isabelle’s body begins to convulse, changing in form. The man’s eyes go wide with fear. He tries shooting her, but to no avail. Isabelle is no longer who she once was, now standing before the man is a tall boy with Black hair and gold eyes. He wears a black suit with black boots and black gloves.
“Oh I think you picked the wrong person to threaten sir!” The boy says. His teeth are sharp like razors. The man screams, trying again to shoot and kill. The bullets merely absorb into the boy’s skin.
“You see, I don’t like it when threatened. This is my place of employment, a cover up if you will. And then you come in here and you threaten these people, you threaten me? I don’t think so!”
The man tries to run out of the break room, but the door is won’t budge open. “Now I have to devour you. And you’re making me use my time powers, just another reason to kill you.” The boy says. The man regrets ever having walked into this department store.
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