by Adam Birmingham

Created on: October 11, 2008

Death is a Virtue

Micheal Dwayne was living in the monotony of a regular life. He was a seventeen year old student at his local high school. He recently had a run in with the local police and was trying to keep his head down. He worked at a local convenient store, which is where he was now.

Wednesday, 11:40 P.M (20 minutes to closing time)

"So Mike," his good friend Jacob Wesely said, "you hear about the game last night."

"Yeah, sounded like a close one," Mike responded, "So what can I do you for?"

Jake lifted a pack of light beer onto the the counter. Mike just stared.

"Jake, C'mon," Mike said, still staring, "don't do this to me."

Jake just smiled, "Whatever happened to the great party boy we all came to know and love?"

"He smartened up," Mike said causally, "now put back the beer."

Jake sighed and moved to the back of the store, where the freezer lies.

All of a sudden a group of three men in jeans, black sweatshirts, and dark sunglasses burst violently into the store. Two of them were armed with pistols, the third was armed with a rather powerful looking shotgun.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Mike yelled, sounding more annoyed then threatened.

"I'm guessing you know the drill then." The robber holding the shotgun said with a wicked smile on his face.

Mike was already opening the register.

"Hey Dos," One of the other robbers said, "There's another guy here in the back, besides him, no one else in the store."

"Good job Tres," The robber carrying the shotgun said, "bring him up here, Uno watch the door."

"OK boss." the final robber said as Jake was abruptly dragged up to the front counter. Jake was beginning to shake uncontrollably. Mike knew that Jake could crack at any moment, and if Mike wanted to stop it, he would have act fast.

"Listen, Jake," Mike began, trying to block out Jake's unusual breathing patterns, "I want you to look at me, OK, only me. Just try to relax."

"There's a loaded gun to the back of my head! How the hell am I supposed to relax! Oh God! Someone help!" Jake screamed.

"Hey! Shut up kid!" the robber reffered to as Tres yelled, "I really don't want to blow your head off!"

Jacob either didn't hear him, or didn't care. He kept on screaming. At this point no one knew what was happening, nor did they suspect what would happen next. No one thought the robber reffered to as Tres would stay true to his word. For as he was lowering his weapon, it fired into Jacob's back.

Mike's response was instant, he leaped over the counter screaming, "NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He quickly

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