eposide one: what her purpose

Chapter one: a robbery

it was still dark, but you can see the blue hue. The city was engulf be the this odd and nostalgic blue shade. The street light seam to dim as the morning sun rises. What a beautiful site it is for the ever so boring Monday. This week had started with an habitual coffee for Mrs. Eva green . She thought of skipping work for today. But then, her perfect excuse well has been dried-out for the past month. A lane excuse may not cover her ass from his jerk of a boss. But, she did what she had to do and the thing that runs her house does not come cheap. She showered and dress appropriately and took a bus to the business district. As you may not know, Mrs. Eva green works at a bank in the heart of the district. She a teller, a very strong and planted woman. Yet, she has to contend with a boss that has the voice of a loudspeaker and a angry face that sail a tousand crying officemates. A real jerk.

She did what she had done all the years she had been working on the smith&smith national bank. Prepared her desk, run some uncounted money from last week, and practice her face to smile. prepearing her self to the things that may put on her face. Little did she know, that her life will change forever.

the Grey van in the corner near the bank was not participially suspicious.what was odd is how it was parked. the van is located in front of the smith&smith national bank. no one in their right mind would park in a spot that literary hit the sun at every direction, if you really want to come back with a car that is so hot you want would think it is an oven. the van had tinted windows and from the time it was park, no one, not even a single sign of life came out .it did not interest the attention of passers-by, until...

"BOOM"

the van exploded in an expression of dust and fire. up to this point, the van was now notice by everyone, even eva's jerk of a boss.

'my god.......' one of the tellers said as she peared into the window. trying to keep calm until the cops arrive. seeing the debrie of a van that once stood thier. thinking if the soul on the van survive this horenduce ordeal.

security made the protocol to lock the doors as soon as possible. one of the guards was assigned to the back door at the right entrace of the bank. this man was considred fat for his built. but, a modest wieght for his size. runnning was event for him. so walking is more his style. nearing the door, he thought of eat some after this. maybe something.........CREAMY. then the door him on the face, how sad.

eagerly, the man in ski mask came rushing to the door not realizing the unconcious security guard laying on the shinny floor. these man had a mission. get in, mane security, take the money from the tellers, take everyone to the safe, lock it, get out. guns were loaded, everything was on-plan. the robbery was in-set.

eva green was still curious of the gray van expolding in front of bank. most of her coleages were still speculating on the cause or motive of the culprits of this crime. speculation ended with a hard bang from the door.

the event were so fast that no one even reacted to armed man rushing into the office. at one second, the men took the light out of the guards. one man shouted at the maneger and hurried him to the counter. every one was ask to take all the money to the black bag. they were told to make a line and put thier hands-up. the plan was working smoothly.

eva was nervous. she did not know what one of her hostage- takers said all that she could notice was that tatoo on the neck. it was consealed by the ski mask but she can recognize it. recalling the time she was love and lost at that point. it was a......

'RUN' her jerk of a boss said to her. and all that she could do was run. running as fast as possible. trying not to look back, but she did. in a milisecond of time, she saw how her jerk of a boss shoot in the back, aching in pain. kneeling, falling to the floor. seeing how life is take. but all she could do is run. she saw a door. she opened it and close it shut.

what she saw was puculiar. a door. a door that lead to nowhere. no wall that holds it. no room that would lead to it, as a asumption. she heared banging. realizing that this room was a closet. without door or windows or signs to freedom. she had to take a chance. the banging became louder. she aprooch the door. she turn the knob and wiht luck it was unlock. she opened that door and thier was a light. she opened it and went in. the light was blinding her so much that she could not see her way out. then, she fell.

the light was gone.

trying to come her senses. the only thing she notice was two man eating pizza. both suprise, one of the men took his cell and called someone

'joseph! you better get in here. thier is something or SOMEONE you would like to see.'

continue to chapter two