I walked into the bank and got in line to get a loan. It was my student college loan, but after thirty minutes of waiting in line. The doors slammed open and five people wearing different monster masks, black hoodies, jeans, boots, and gloves, walked into the bank, guns in their hands and leveled at people.
“Nobody move!” yelled a guy wearing a frankenstein mask.
They all carried different weapons, the frankenstein and zombie carried sawed off shotguns, the clown and mummy carried M15’s, and the scarecrow carried an AK-47.
Everyone in the bank instinctively raised their hands like they were being arrested. The guys wearing monster masks slowly walked up to the front of the bank.
“Get on the ground now,” said the mummy mask guy.
Everyone did what they were told, except for me. The person wearing the zombie mask noticed I wasn’t obeying in blind fear to get on the ground like everyone else, so with his gun still raised he walked over to me.
“Get on the ground man, or we’ll shoot you,” He said.
“No,” I replied.
“What did you just say?” he asked.
“Why did you guys do it”
He lowered his gun and his stance a bit, I couldn’t see his face but I could tell that he was confused
“wha-”
“I know that you guys are robbing this bank so you can pay the guy that gave you the Project Nova drug, which gives you powers, but knowing you addicts, you want more of Nova because it makes you feel invincible, so you’ll probably take more money than you’re supposed to.”
“How did you know,” he asked, raising his gun and guard back up.
“Because no one would rob a bank that’s 20 minutes away from a police station guns blazing with only 5 people and have no way of opening the safe.”
Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was shocked
“Either that or you guys are just stupid and decided to rob the first bank you saw.”
“What are you doing!” yelled Scarecrow Mask. The guy wearing the zombie mask turned toward him
“You’re suppose to get the people on the floor so they won’t try to run away or fight back,” said the scarecrow, walking towards us.
“Why are you chatting with this guy,” he said annoyed.
“He knows why we’re here,” replied the zombie.
“What are you talking about?”
“He said we’re here so we can pay the guy who gave us Nova,”
The scarecrow looked at him for a second then turned to me.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“The guy who’s gonna stop this little bank heist of yours, but first I’m gonna need to know who’s your supplier” I responded
“Ok, Ok, well. We’re gonna have to kill you now” said the scarecrow, raising his gun at me.
I opened my trench coat and out shot my misty black tentacles which hit the gun out of his hands and slammed him and the zombie against the main desk and glass
I then forced my tentacles to go after the clown and mummy, but they heard the scarecrow and zombie hit the wall, so they turned around just in time to see the tentacles coming towards them, they raised their hands and the clown froze one tendril and the mummy burned another one.
“Ah, I was wondering what your powers were,”
“Mike get the others, tell them we have company,” the mummy said ignoring me.
The one wearing the clown maske whose name was apparently Mike, ran through the door that led to the back of the bank.
“You’re making a big mistake messing with us, we outnumber you,” said the mummy.
Without saying another word he shot out his hands and sprayed fire towards me like he was carrying two flamethrowers. I shot my tendrils up and wrapped them around the top of a column and pulled me up, out of the way. I made more tendrils come out of my jacket, put them against the ceiling, and had them push me towards the mummy, but he turned his hands towards me- still spewing fire.
Before the fire could roast me I quickly wrapped my tentacles around one another, melding them together, making a two foot thick wall in front of me, to protect me from the fire. When I was sure I was about to hit him I made the Tentacles disappear in a mist, and dove right into him, rolled around and landed on my feet facing him, to see that he was already on his knees.
He got up and pointed his hands at me, palms raised, but I was too fast. I ran up to him, hit the front of his throat, grabbed his arm, spun around behind him, held his arm out and twisting it around his back so he couldn’t move or use it which forced him to kneel down, he turned his free arm around towards me and before he could use it. I grabbed his arm then pointed it towards the ceiling right before he shot a huge burst of fire, blowing up part of the ceiling, letting huge rocks smash the floor.
He rotated the palm of the hand he used which blew up the roof to my face, so I grabbed his wrist and let go of his other hand, pulled him towards me and swung my arm back to elbow him in the face, then threw him over my back and onto the floor.
He was very slow, like I wasn’t expecting a black belt, but I was expecting at least some fast reflexes or to put up more of a fight.
He raised one of his arms towards me when he hit the ground, but again he was too slow, and I used the heel of my boot and kicked him in the face, knocking him out.
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