Thread: There Is a Light this Darkness Can't Hide. [Wreckles & Dreamer-]

73. The familiar noise rung in Hugo's head and for the twentieth time he checked the small piece of paper in his hand. 84. He sighed and dangled with his leg in sheer boredom, he hated banks. Originally the cause for the visit had been one of joy, he had won a small poker tournament and felt the check burn a hole in his pocket, yearning to made into real numbers in his account. Drifting off into his own little world again as people around him hurried back and forth in the rather grand and spacious building. Smooth stone surface made the floor, along the walls there was a line of chairs on display, in the middle sat Hugo. He made quite the distinction from the people surrounding him, most of them were pensioned, it was past noon on a regular Thursday so most people were busy with their own work. Hugo sat next to a older woman who were hugging her purse tightly, ready for action - ready for turning in the small piece of paper that had her number on it that is. Sitting next to two small persons made Hugo look dis-proportionally large but in reality he was only six foot tall. Sporting short dirty blonde hair that leaned to the left side naturally Hugo drummed on his lap in obvious anticipation. He wore a lime-green shirt beneath a black hoodie along with deep blue jeans, had it not been the rigorous way he sat up straight like he had been disciplined by the military since birth most would probably take Hugo for a thug. Admittedly he looked a little rugged, having not shaved for two days gave him a light stubble, only thinking about it automatically sent up a hand to scratch the surface. Hugo let his gray-blue eyes run across certain details on people that hurried back and forth - a habit he picked up often when he was bored. A loosely tied shoelace along with a unbuttoned jacket and a stressed look in his eyes told Hugo a lot about the man in front of him. Most likely he will be discussing to prolong his loan or ask for another, he had the demeanor of a man who was going to ask you something that would have great impact on his little life. Hugo scoffed at the man, he held absolutely nothing of what Hugo wanted. Sure there were times his monetary income was sparse, but such were the ways of professional poker. Up and down was an understatement but still Hugo had the ability or luck that would guarantee him to win more than he'd lose. And it was not because the man looked desperate that Hugo was so detached, it was a lifestyle he would and never could abide to, the constant and soul-eating conviction that you worked for someone else to pay your bills so that you may one day be rich enough to buy your happiness. Rubbing his eye Hugo yawned out of boredom and turned to another person in hopes he or she would entertain his little mind. It was impossible not to gape widely, it took Hugo more than one second to realize what was about to happen, but it did and the bellowing of the man in front dressed in all black with a clown mask covering his countenance snapped Hugo back to reality. Four men had entered the bank, four men with AK-47's. Yelling out that this was a robbery would have sent more than one person screaming if they weren't all waving around their weapons for all to see. The group split up but the largest man made his way to the counter and pointed his muzzle at the frightened attendant, Hugo did not hear or see what he demanded because now he was faced with a muzzle of his own. LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED IF YOU FOLLOW THESE COMMANDS! The slightly muffled voice behind the clown bellowed at Hugo and the little crowd of people within the vicinity. A loaded gun was enough motivation for Hugo to get on the floor and follow the agitated mans orders. Subconsciously Hugo started to take note of details on the man in front of him without trying to look directly at him. Black jeans, military type jacket and a slightly scraped surface on the clown's mask. That meant they had been used before... The leader and another clown disappeared with an attendant into the back room, the clown in front of him was no doubt keeping a keen eye on the crowd of people. Hugo did not want to play a hero, he owed the bank nothing but he loathed the idea of being subjected to a no doubt madman's will. What guarantee did he have that this brute would not start shooting wildly after they got what they came for? Clenching his teeth Hugo started to look for an opening, a swift kick to the clown's shin would be doable, Hugo was quick but after that? They had automatic rifles and Hugo had never used one like that. Already the prospect was starting to sound like an unlikely endeavour. As Hugo debated with himself he noted a girl lying almost next to him, he had not spotted her before. Perhaps if they worked together... More than that was Hugo not allowed to think as a loud originating from the area the two clowns had disappeared to with their hostage. The explosion shook the faculty causing terrified screams to erupt from his fellow hostages. It felt like a movie and for the first time Hugo started to get afraid, afraid that he would have to do something and the risks pertaining outweighed his odds. The sound of distant sirens illuminated a small light of hope in Hugo's chest. But he was unable to refrain from biting his lip as he remember how many times robberies had gone wrong and a hostage situation had ensued, what worried him was the statistics of how often the robbers had killed the hostages...