1 Robbery
WIP (Work in progress)
'Click Clack'
'Click Clack'
The carriage careened through the crowded streets of Victorian Era London, the wooden wheels clacking unsteadily against the uneven cobblestone road.
The cries of "Slow down!" and "Watch where you're going!" came from appalled pedestrians as they flung themselves out of the way of the vehicle. Curses came from those who were trampled underneath the rampaging carriage.
Yet, even those who were trampled didn't notice the anomalous factor, nor did they question it. No one seemed to care enough to point it out to others...
There wasn't anything or anyone driving the carriage, yet it still moved. No horses, no person, no donkey, no oxen, or even, in the small chance it was a machine, (Leonardo was quite good at them machinations) there wasn't the signature smoke and steam...
Within the carriage was completely fogged over, anyone looking in from outside would see a roiling fog of nothing. No one seemed to be within.
Yet, a voice came out from within. The voice was pleasant... But seemed strangely out of place... Like it was being distorted due to the fog...
"Stop." the garbled voice commanded, a silhouette of a hand could be seen pointing at a building nearby...
"Yessir." Another voice, seemingly coming from the carriage itself responded as the carriage suddenly stopped its drunken trajectory.
"Wait for me here," The garbled voice commanded yet again as he emerged from the fog, his blue eyes becoming known, "Make sure to be prepared for liftoff in 5. In the case I don't come back, be sure to leave within 30 seconds... Don't make yourself known..."
The man who came out of the carriage looked nothing like you would presume a human that did human things would... Although he was handsome, he had a strangeness that someone from the victorian era wouldn't have... Like he didn't belong.
He wore a modern white tuxedo, unblemished and crisp. He wore a black top hat, and held a straight, black umbrella, presumably made with maple and stained with small amounts of red at the tip. The umbrella had a small square of white at the very tip along with a suspiciously small hole bored into the middle of the tip's circumference, which looked an awful lot like a muzzle to a gun. Not that anyone in that era would know what that is.
His pure white hair, which spilled from out of his hat matched very well with the tuxedo, his hawk-like blue eyes matching the crispness of the black top hat.
As he stepped down from the carriage, he looked around, slowly taking in the view of the streets and buildings around.
"A bore." he snorted, as he crisply marched into the bank that he'd been stopped nearby, "Nothing like good 'ole harmony hollow..."
The white haired man slammed open the western bar like wooden doors, while raising his 'umbrella' into the air.
"THIS IS A ROBBERY! EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND AND NOBODY GETS HURT!" He screeched as he sprinted to the lady teller behind a panel of stained glass, the man stopped in the middle, seemingly reminded of something important, "Damn I just hate to do this... But... Null."
As he said the last bit, a shockwave invisible to the eyes of the crowd, who had been hitting the deck in fear and shock, suddenly spread out, which seemed to short circuit the crowd's brains. Their eyes, which had been full of fear, shock, and a bit of unwillingness, blanched, becoming dull like they had seen total despair.
'Plop'
'Thud'
A smattering of people, who hadn't been on the ground yet, hitting the ground could be heard. Small clanking sounds were made out, as pockets and purses of change spilled out onto the ground.
The strange man smiled strangely, his face becoming a testament of 'smile and wave' as he paled in pain, yet his smile had yet to reach his eyes when he saw a man still standing, the man's eyes cynical, yet almost oblivious.
The muscled man smiled with his monocle and his magnificent mustache and looked at the majority of the crowd, who seemed to him to be just pissing themselves in fear, and ridiculed the white haired man, as well as the spineless crowd.
"Ye and what army? How can ye possibly fight all of us here, and win? I do say!?" he cried angrily while sneering, his mustache shaking like a palm tree in the wind, "You look like a dunce! And to ye in the crowd! Hath ye no courage? Thou shalt meet damnation in hell for this cowardice!"
"Ah, what?" The white haired man snickered, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Oh yes, ye ole' Victorian Era language? I do say my good sir, do you know what a gun is?"
The blonde raised his umbrella, which had been lowered a bit, like a shotgun, aiming towards the spot in between the brows of the man. He giggled, madness showing in his eyes.
"A gun?" The muscle head asked as his eyes widened, his monocle loosening a bit, "What's that?"
'BANG'
The only answer he got was a bullet to the cranium.
"That's what." The blonde giggled as he twirled the 'umbrella', he then raised the muzzle to his lips and blew off the smoke coming from it, "And the name's Gruber me boy! Now, back to business!"
"Put the money in the bag!" he screamed to the teller, "Hurry up, or you'll end up like him!"
The muscle man fell backwards with a 'Thump', his monocle crashing to the ground along with his cold dead body. His mustache, which had once been proud drooped sadly, as if bemoaning its owners death.
A small boy in the corner cried quietly, trying to hold onto the man's last words.
'My dad is no more...'
The teller complied with Gruber's demand, and as if she were possessed, she systematically stashed each and every coin with no expression.
"Now tell me, is there anything more valuable?" the Gruber asked in a quiet manner, seeming more threatening, however, because it came out like a ghost's whisper. He added under his breath threateningly, "Better tell the truth miss."
The lady's eyes showed that she'd wiped what little hope she had left from her system, as the teller answered robotically, "Yes. I will go get them. We have gold bars..."
"Better make it quick." Gruber said, tapping his umbrella on the floor impatiently, "I don't have enough time before THEY come."
"Yessir." she shouted as she sprinted to the company safe.
After speedily inputting the combination, she opened the heavy safe to reveal a blinding brilliance.
"Oh. My. God." Gruber hoarsely yelled as his eyes lit up, "GOLD!"
"Mine!" he giggled madly as he sprinted to the safe, "Mine, Mine, Mine!"
"Ahaha, not so fast." a voice slithered from the corner of the room, "You have failed the vibe check Mr. Gruber."
"Fuck. I'm outta here." The blonde, now a face with a name exclaimed, "See ya."
"Hmm?" Gruber grunted as he faded away, "That wasn't him... I was fooled."
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As he faded away, a small boy nearby Gruber, now cradled the remains of his dead father.
He saw what had happened, yet...
How could he tell anyone?
That....
His father's life, was just a joke for people to play with.
And...
He was the only one who wasn't under some kind of spell?
