Bob turned away from the mirror and the razor and exited the bathroom. He stepped with a purpose, something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time now. He dressed in his best attire and set out for the day.
He wagered that his wife and kids were probably at school and work, being that typical kind of day. He wandered into the city and ventured downtown. There were no sightings of the knife, no wraiths, nothing. As much as he wanted to believe it to be tried and true, he knew it was only a matter of time. He found himself at the bank; a feeling, something drew him here unbeknownst to him. He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary.
The clock struck noon and in came a group of men donned in black. They had different president masks on and waved their different automatic guns around, occasionally firing a few rounds in the air. One carried a bag of what Bob could only figure were small bombs or plastic explosives. Everyone got down on the ground except for him. He wasn’t afraid of death, and he surely wasn’t afraid of them.
“Get the fuck down on the ground, you piece of shit!” shouted a man in a Ronald Reagan mask.
Reagan clubbed Bob over the head and kicked him on the ground. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about tryin’ to be a hero!”
Lincoln, Clinton, G. W. Bush, Nixon, Obama, and one in a Donald Trump mask all jumped over the counter. An armored truck then came through the front entrance. More men in masks jumped out and began tying up hostages, taking their phones, wallets, jewelry, anything of value.
Reagan came back to Bob, “Alright, dickhead, let’s see what you got.” Bob laid there calmly, though, he could feel the rage beginning to swell inside. He watched them hit women, some with their kids. They told them to their faces that they were going to be taken, raped, and then killed. That no one would find their bodies, and that their kids would be sold into slavery, human trafficking. He had enough.
“You’re pathetic,” said Bob to Reagan.
“What was that, fucker?”
Bob stared deep into the man’s eyes under the mask, “I said, you are a fuckin’ coward. All of you.”
Reagan laughed, “Oh yeah? I got the gun, bitch.” He then colt-copped Bob with his gun and sent him to the floor. “You’re gonna wish you never opened your mouth, man. I’ll fuckin’ end your life, then your families.”
Bob started to laugh. All eyes were on him.
“You don’t even know what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen. You, all of you are lower than the pieces of shit that I flushed down the toilet this morning. You are nothing, nothing but cowards that hide behind masks, scared of reality, scared of being caught, scared—afraid of all of us, having to use guns. You’re weak. Pathetic.”
Bob then spat on the floor.
“Oh yeah? Who’s goin’ to save ya, pal? No one. And there ain’t a God damn thing you can do about it,” said Reagan with a grin.
Bob grinned maniacally. “No, friend, you’re wrong. I am gonna kill you, all of you. I will see to it that you all are gutted, left to rot on this floor, and these people freed by my hands.”
Reagan motioned to shoot Bob in the head.
That’s when it happened…
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