Back in 2014, my goal was 52 stories, basically one per week for the entire year. I wanted to deliver these in a variety of different avenues, and such avenue was the twitter story. Hence, The Halloween Job was born. It's a very simple narrative, probably best described as flash fiction. But it has sat hidden from much of the world since it first appeared on Halloween 2014, so I decided I would share it with you, dear reader, again today.
Enjoy, and keep your eye out. You might just recognize a familiar character I've talked about on the blog in the last few weeks...
1st National had 10 million in bonds coming out on a Brinks truck. We were just going to withdraw it on the way out. Smash, grab, run.
And it wasn’t like I was one of the guys inside. I was the wheels, man. I just had to drive us away. I’m no killer.
It was an evening job. Just after dark. Only a few folks would be at the bank. It was supposed to be easy.
Jules, Marie and Terrence went inside. They didn’t play either. Jules got AKs off some Russian & they were ready to shoot.
I waited in the car. When they came out, it was clear something went really wrong. Terrence wasn’t with Jules & Marie.
Jules & Marie were both covered in blood. They looked like they took a bath in it. It didn’t make sense at all.
They threw themselves in the back of the car. They both yelled, “Drive! Drive!” So I drove. I was up to ninety in seconds.
But that wasn’t the end of it. One look out the rearview and I saw it. Or should I say her.
A dark haired girl. She didn’t look like more than a teenager. But she seemed to be floating on some kind of bat wings.
I yelled a dozen curses, but Jules and Marie just kept telling me to drive. The flying woman gained on us though.
A second later, I heard a slam on the hood of the car. I saw her face in the back window just before the glass shattered.
Jules disappeared out the back. I didn’t see him hit the ground. I was already swerving around the road, but she held fast.
Marie jumped from out her window, trying to escape. I heard her body hit the ground. It wasn’t pretty.
The woman was in the car with me. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said. Then she opened her mouth.
I saw her fangs. Terrible gigantic teeth. I saw her mouth open like a snake’s—too wide. And that was the last thing I saw.
That’s how I got here. What is this place anyway? What’s with all the fire? What are you doing with that pitchfork? Noooo!