#pupthepupper

WARNING! THIS COULD BE SENSITIVE FOR SOME VIEWERS! A CHILD DIES IN THIS SCENE  BY GUN SHOT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Chapter 1.

            The alarms went off in Wells Fargo at 10 am in Seattle Washington. A regular sized man with a scruffy beard held up a gun. “If anyone moves, I’s gonna shoot ya.”

           “The boss said no killing!” A small teenager piped up from behind the man. He was very, very short. Almost too short.

           “Shut it, midget.” The man grunted. A lady winced at the word ‘midget’. She obviously had a painful experience with the word.

           “Bill, don’t use that word. It hurts people.” The teenager tried standing up for the lady, but was quickly kicked in the shin by the man, Bill.

           “You’s can’t tell me what’s to say!” Bill fired a shot in the air. A tiny girl, at least age 8, screamed and backed into her mom. Bill whirred his head towards the two. “Which one of ya’s moved!?”

           “Bill please don’t… just because boss sent us to kill, doesn’t mean you can kill a child…”

            Bill didn’t listen. “I SAID; Which one of ya’s moved?!” The mother raised her hand shakily.

           Bang.

           She was shot. The daughter cried. “Mama, mama! No! You’re a bad man!”

           Bill cackled, as the small teenager shook. “Bill please…” He tugged at Bill’s, old, worn out, dark blue, vest.

           “SHUT UP STUPID! I’S JUST DOIN’ OUR JOB!” He yelled as he looked at him. While doing this he shot the girl. “Come on now. We’s done our job.”