A Wish From The Devil

CHAPTER 6: Unseen benefits of Bad luck 2

"You didn't come with us and you aren't leaving with us and that's it,"

"Really guys?" Asked Ray, partly pleading as he spoke trying to meet Billy's eyes, but he simply glanced away,

Turning to Jack, he was surprised to see him gently shrug as he behaved more scared than he had ever seen him be,

"I'm sorry Ray but He's the boss," said Jack bending his head almost in shame with the full knowledge that if Ray was left behind, as the only stranger in the bank he would get blamed for the death of the security guard he shot, without him even knowing about it,

Without looking back to make sure that that the others followed behind him, Tom walked forward opened the door and began running to exit while dialling the number of the getaway driver of the truck they had gotten,

"Probably the only good plan in this entire robbery," he thought in his mind as he finished dialling the number without the receiver picking up, only for him to receive a message,

" Parked and ready," he read, snapping his phone shut the moment he got to the last door leading out of the bank to the space behind it,

Tom was about to open the door and bust out when he heard suddenly heard Billy speak,

"We should check through the peep-hole to make sure that it's safe," he said from behind Jack where he silently stood, completely surprising Tom who never thought Billy was good at bringing up good ideas,

"At least someone is thinking," muttered Tom loud enough for all three of them to hear, throwing a sharp glance at Jack before turning to the peep-hole of the door to take a look through it,

Taking his eye from the keyhole where he bent down to look through, he stood up, picked up the bag he had dropped on the ground "Let's go, the coast is clear," he said, before placing his hand on the door handle, pulling the door open with a big bang,

He rang out immediately, as Billy and Jack followed closely behind him as the three of them, held a bag in each hand, heading as fast as they could for the truck that parked right in front of an alley that led straight to the main road, which was their escape route to another city.

However things most times don't always go as planned and it usually happens the second we think it is.

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"Well, I'm officially f****d," is the only thing going through my mind the second I watch Tom open the door. I then watch all three of them run through the corridor heading for the main door that led to the back of the bank without bothering to close it behind them,

Then I start to wonder if Jack, who had been the last person to leave might have left it open on purpose. Deciding at the last minute not to sly his good friend, but then I know that it isn't true, cause even if I leave the bank, Tom most definitely would push me out of the getaway car if I somehow managed to enter it,

"f**k!!!" I yell again in my mind as I slowly began to panic, hearing the voices of the employees shouting at the policemen parked in front of the bank in a united voice as they all tried to convey the message that the "robbers"(me included) were escaping.

However, the only miserable fact was that I wasn't.

Quietly, I sneaked through the exit door, making sure to not close it behind me, not wanting to attract the attention of my so-called gang members who were on the verge of abandoning me as all of their attention was on the last door that led to their freedom since I was aware of the getaway car that would pick them up,

Desperate and seeing a-not-so faraway future in jail, I was ready to run up towards them and fall on my face and both knees pleading to join in on the escape, completely willing to easily forego whatever share of the money belonged to me.

Considering the pros and cons, at that point, I would rather be free and poor than imprisoned for year's while my so-called share wasted away.

" Wa…" I began to say stretching out my hands to stop them but I'm too late and they're too fast,

One second, Tom was peeping through the peephole and the next he was flinging the door open and running out of it,

Again, leaving the door wide open, In a single breath, all three of them were out of the bank, running towards a red truck that I could easily see from where I stood, slowly considering my own fate as I watched my own gang members get away leaving me behind,

A few more seconds and I watched them get to the goal, entering the truck as fast as they could, each of them swiftly stuffing their black bags filled with money beside them as they entered,

I wasn't close enough to see the expression on their faces but I could already imagine the beaming smiles at the corners of their lips as they all struggled to hold it in and at that moment in my heart, I cursed them. From the deepest corners of my soul, I wished nothing but a fate worse than death on them for what they had done to me.

But, if I could, I would have taken it back.

For after getting in, just as they were about to close their car doors after them(car doors apparently have to be closed), gunshot sounds spew out from every direction, and the only thing I hear is the sound of bullets against metal,

The assault to my ears was massive, and my first reaction was to close my eyes while trying my best to block my ears with my hands.

A few seconds go by and the moment silence becomes the only sound I perceived, I open my eyes,

" Ar…"

I unconsciously suck a deep breath it, as my mouth hangs open in shock and without me being aware of it, I am frozen on the spot unable to take even a single step backwards or forward,

The truck is in pieces and everyone is dead. The doors hang halfway open as deep red blood, the kind you can see from miles away and the kind I imagine runs through my veins is splattered on the walls of the truck,

I didn't need to take a closer look at the inside of the truck to know that none of them could have made it out alive. All I had to do was take a single look at the bullet shells that littered the floor around the truck for me to tell that the cops probably used a year's worth of their automatic machine bullets to stop the robbers.

"Robbers". That was the only sane way I could think of the dead people in the battered truck in front of me while trying my best not to imagine how things could have gone terribly right for me and I would have ended up in that truck right beside them,

I stand there, in silence in front of the open door, for a few minutes watching as a yellow line was been placed around the crime scene, and as policemen scrambled to analyze the scene in front of them for more content to give to the media whenever they arrived,

That was when it fearfully dawned on me that I didn't belong there, not only there but anywhere around the bank,

Becoming more scared than I had ever been considering the fact that I was the only member of the gang still alive, I panic and the first thing I consider doing is leaving through the already open door in front of me,

Only for me to take two steps forward surprised to see things more clearly the moment I'm standing right beside the door.

This was one of the reasons I ran right back into the bank as fast as I could, because

" If it smells and comes out of the same asshole. Regardless of the texture and sometimes the colour. Most people would call it poop." Is the first thought going through my head as I couldn't believe I was about to use the same exit the robbers had used.

Massaging my forehead as I walked back to the bank lobby, I hoped that it somehow helped my brain to make good decisions that somehow ended up with me being alive.