The year is 2000. On a dark, wet, rainy night in Detroit, you could hear the sound of chains rattling while kids were playing basketball on their makeshift hoop. In the apartment right next to their basketball court, you could hear the blended sounds of yelling, of televisions, and of music. If you listened closely, you could hear two men planning to break into a house in apartment 21. This apartment’s decoration was mostly from African descent, as if they were from Africa themselves. The peacock feathered clock read nine twenty P.M. “If we come in through the front door as salesmen, o-o-or maybe acting as a neighbor”, Sterling anxiously stuttered to his partner Forest. “If we did that we would have to take the whole family as hostages, man. …show more content…
“The Boss wants you to return”, the lady on the left said, with no emotion, almost as if she was an android. Forest exclaimed, “What are you even talking about lady? What is she talking about Sterling?!” Sterling replied, “I don’t know man!” After Sterling denied knowing the two women both, women, in synchrony, knocked out both men simultaneously. Panicky, Forest woke up in a white room illuminated by a buzzing light in the ceiling with only one door and a table. He hesitantly walked toward the door and reached out for the handle trying to stay as quiet as possible. He was suddenly transported to a field of flowers and mountains. He could smell the flowers but still heard the buzzing of the light. He exclaimed “What in the...”, and before he could finish his exclamation, he was immediately sent back to the white room. In complete horror, Forest crawled into the corner and curled into the fetal position. Sterling slowly woke up with a headache in a dimly lit room. There was a slim figure standing across the room. Sterling, filled with anger and confusion, aggressively interrogated the slim figure, demanding to know where he was and who the slim figure is. After getting no response, Sterling backed down. The slim figure turned and looked at Sterling with sadness and …show more content…
You better tell me where I am before I kill you!” The slim figure questioned, “Why do you not ask about your partner?” “Forest? What did you do to Forest?”, rebutted Sterling. A small screen, located to the left of the slim man appeared, showing a video of Forest still at the apartment standing dormant like he had seen a ghost. The two women, who were in the apartment, were now standing on the sides of the video screen. The slim man murmured, “See? Nothing has been done to him. Now. Why don’t you tell me what you two were planning?” When the slim man asked this you could see his lifeless eyes and his pale face ever so slightly in the dim light. Sterling, acting as tough as possible, questioned the slim man again asking the same question, “Where am I?” The slim man just stood there with no movement. Sterling then asked, “Why do you want to know what we were planning?” The slim man leaned into the dim light and asked again in a slow, deep voice, “What were you planning?” Slightly terrified, Sterling told the slim man what he wanted to know. “Why?” asked the slim man. “We needed money that’s why.”, replied
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She sucked in her cheeks but stared past him and said nothing. Anders saw that the other woman her friend, was looking in the same direction. And then the tellers stopped what they were doing, and the customers slowly turned, and silence came over the bank. Two men wearing black ski masks and blue business suits were standing to the side of the door. One of them had a pistol pressed against the guard’s neck. The guard’s eyes were closed, and his lips were moving. The other man had a sawed-off shotgun. “Keep your big mouth shut!” the man with the pistol said, though no one had spoken a word. “One of you tellers hits the alarm, you’re all dead meat. Got it?”
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
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The robbers had guns and told everyone to be quiet. Then they told the tellers not to hit any alarems or they would be “dead meat” (Wolff 73) and to fill the bags up with money. Anders looked at the lady’s and scarcastically said “dead meat” ( Wolff 73) to mock the robbers. The robbers called the teller that walked away, from the line Anders was in, to get her “ugly ass over there and fill the bag” (Wolff ). With that Anders could not hold back the sarcasm and said “justice is done” (Wolff ). The robbers hear Anders and yells to him “ hey bright boy did I give you permission to speak?” Anders said “no” (Wolff ) and looks at the ladys in front of him and said “did you hear him? He called be bright boy” (Wolff ). The ladys nervously said “ please be quiet” (Wolff )! The robber yells again “ hey you deaf or what” (Wolff )? Anders said “no” and the robber poked the gun in Anders stomach and asked if he thought if he was playing
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