Post by Lunatic on Jul 31, 2017 14:18:20 GMT -5
Under the Influence – Part Four
Lunatic's head twitched at the suggestion, yet he obeyed nonetheless, lying down on the couch once more and closed his eyes. One final fleeting thought crossed his mind before it blanked as it always did in the Doc's presence. "One day, I'll be free of your control. Hope you have a cemetery picked out."
He wasn't sure if the Doctor caught that thought or not. At this point, he was even less sure that he cared.
The Good Doctor had, in fact, picked up on the notion, and was less than thrilled about the insubordination. He decided that now would be the perfect time to test his charge’s loyalties, but not without a very painful session, very painful indeed.
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Lunatic burst into the lobby of the bank, followed closely by five other people of all different body shapes and sizes. The largest of the people remained outside, standing sentry, towering over the eight foot high canopy by at least three feet and blocking the doorway fully with his bulky legs and torso as he knelt. His long brown hair tied into a ponytail in the back was the only feature beyond his baby blue and grey outfit that was visible through the portal.
The first was a blonde haired man in his early twenties in what looked like a baseball uniform, carrying a bat and a baseball. He lobbed the ball into the air, striking it at one of the guards. Just after impact with the bat, the ball grew spikes and buried itself deep into the sternum of the unfortunate guard, murdering him instantly. “Looks like he wasn’t ready for that line drive,” he snickered sadistically, producing another ball and awaiting any opportunity to use it.
Another man, one whose facial features seemed to blur with constant motion, belted out, “Now your nightmare truly begins!” His body shimmied, matching the blur surrounding his face, until suddenly; he resembled the main fiend from a series of slasher flicks. His right hand bore a glove tipped with razor sharp knives at the fingers. “So who wants to be a hero?” He tipped his fedor with the gloved hand, a mischievous smile on his burn-scarred face.
Beside that man stood a messy black haired, surly woman. Her equally dark eyes bore nothing resembling a sane thought behind them. Another guard unholstered his gun, directed it at the motley crew, and shouted a warning. The woman answered his instructions to get on the ground with a shriek that could liquefy glass. Or his brains as it entered his ear canals. Another wasted life fell to the ground in a bloody pile.
“Gawd! I was hoping she wouldn’t do that,” remarked Marc markedly. He approached the teller cowering behind the counter, desperately pushing the silent alarm like a panicked person hailing some odd elevator. He peered over the counter to the lady underneath. “Won’t do any good, sweet cheeks. I shorted the alarms before we came in. Now how’s about you come on up, give us what we want, and we’ll be on our merry way? That way, no one else gets hurtipated.”
The petrified lady stood on trembling knees, unsure of what fate awaited her. “Wh – what do you want?”
“There you are,” Lunatic snarked. “I want to close an account.”
“W – wh- which one?”
“All of them,” he demanded. “Every. Single. One.” The teller looked at Marc like a dog that was just shown a card trick. He looked back at her as if to rush her along on her task, but a moment of clarity struck. “OH!” He placed a pink backpack with unicorns all over it on the counter. “Guess you need something to put it all in. Sorry.”
“I don’t think it will all fit, sir.”
“That’s what she said,” joked Lunatic, looking at the reader. “No, seriously. That’s what she just said. What did you think about? Perverts.” He returned his attention to the woman. “Don’t worry, lady. It’ll fit. That bag is special.” Marc spun around, leaning his back on the counter to survey the sparsely packed lobby. He locked eyes with another large, rotund man with a head that resembled that of a legendary Minotaur. “Gnaw! Vault!”
The Bull-man smiled widely, baring a set of teeth that would make a shark jealous with envy. His eyes practically glowed with the prospect of his orders. A raspy voice growled, “Gnaw eat vault!” He stomped over to the seventeen inch thick steel reinforced door, his maw opening wide. Metal twisted and gave way effortlessly as the beast bit the hinged off, chewing and swallowing them as if they were made of mere candy. The remainder of the door creaked and moaned as it fell to the floor. The creature that liberated the secured room sat on the tile, biting through the door like a child given an enormous cookie. Bit by bit and bite by bite, the door slowly disappeared until it was nothing more than a memory on a blueprint. The creature belched with delight as Lunatic approached the inside.
Stacks of money were piled neatly on a cart in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with various lock boxes, all promising some hidden prizes. Lunatic sighed at the enormous task before him. “This is going to take a while.”
Down the street, he could hear the rapid approach of sirens. A tall, skinny man with a bulbous head shouted at him to hurry up as he gathered the pink bag Marc had left behind. Lunatic held up his hand, knowing that time wasn’t the real issue here, and neither was the money. There was something he needed in here, and he was going to find it or try dying. Er… Die trying.
