The robbery
Joseph O'Neill
Blood soaking through my cords a figure hanging by a chain at a nearby ledge and a biro, that had possibly killed a man hours earlier, grasped in my hand. Your probably wondering how I ended up like this well here it is.
I’m Vincent Moon most just call me Vince. I have been unofficially called the smartest student in England and don’t rub me up the wrong way because I’m tougher than one might think. Straight away I look normal average height, thin if not a little under weight, pale skin, just above shoulder length straight brown hair ordinary enough. My fashion sense on the other hand is something else a long black trench coat with a red hem and lining, top hat, jeans, black cons, and occasionally a cane with a concealed blade, only I know about the cane it’s for emergencies only. Walking down the lower east corridor of the prep halls admiring the setting sun I hear a rapid slapping of trainers on tile accompanied by a panting shout from behind “Oi Vince”
Lance Dior was small, black longish hair. He studies geography and history wants to be an archaeologist the toughest safe in the world. Today he was wearing his Metallica hoodie and black jeans and his dark rimmed prescription glasses.
“Hay wait up will you” “Why” I replied laughing to my self “You’re the one that thought bunking off during P.E. all the time was a good idea.” I stopped allowing him to catch up. I laughed as he panted to catch his breath. ‘Your so unfit, you should really think about going to the gym some time” he gave me a look and I knew to stop laughing. “So?” I questioned “Why such a hurry to catch up with me.” “Dante wants you to wait for him”.
Dante Black was Lance’s room-mate average height, shortish length electric blue hair, popular with everyone on campus. He studies English and IT. Well when he says he studies IT what he really mean is that he can hack into pretty much any computer. He’s also very tough but is pacifistic most of the time.
Dante walked slowly towards us. He was wearing a suit jacket with a badge on the lapel, a black blood brothers shirt, a pair of denim jeans that covered all but the toe of his black and silver cowboy boots with the pink heal and a black trilby, he held the black notebook he always carried in his right hand and had a black pen hanging limply from his lips.
Spitting out the pen catching it with his free hand he called to me “Thanks for waiting” .He then turned to Lance “Thanks for catching up with him” returning his gaze to me he asked “We going to the place tonight?” “Don’t know’ I replied, “I’ll ask Neil if he is able to come.”
Whipping out my bright pink phone, Alice got me for a laugh, I ran through the menu till I saw the name ‘Neil (Short arse)’.
Neil Lester, he’s about the same height as me I am two centimetres taller and we take the piss out of him for being small, even Lance who is half a head shorter. Neil has short brown hair. He studies architecture, physics and chemistry.
I sent him a text reading “You coming to the place tonight –Vince”. I noticed I had a voice message I listened laughed so I played it on speaker within moments I heard a tinny version of Alice’s voice shout from the phone “I changed all your ring tones to you shouting I’m a nob head.” followed by laughter from my friends “Nicest girlfriend in the world” I chuckled sarcastically. As the others started talking I set to work correcting all my ring tones.
I was half way through when I got a reply from Neil that read “Yeh that sounds gr8t thnx 4 tellin me txt me wth the details thnx” I read the message with disgust turned to Dante and said “This is just rotting the language” I showed him the text
TO BE CONTINUED...
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