Dead Set: Part 2

The robbers couldn’t believe what they just saw. They had put at least fifty bullets into the man who stood in front of them, and it didn’t affect him at all. What made it worse was the evil smile that he had on his face. It was like he enjoyed it. All of them wanted to start backing away from the man, or to reload their weapons, but found that their hands and feet wouldn’t follow their brains’ commands. Unfortunately for them, their opponent didn’t have the same problem.

Christian lunged forward, grabbed the man who was holding Samantha, and put his forearm into the man’s throat, crushing his windpipe. Samantha dropped to the floor after freeing herself from his grip, while her father engaged the next man. Putting a hand on each side of the robber’s head, he gave a quick twist and broke his neck. The other three men snapped out of their stupor. Two of the robbers quickly reloaded their guns. The leader, who had been carrying Bethany, had to put her down to reload his.

Bethany took off towards her mother. Reloading his gun only took a few seconds, so he reached for her. He knew his chances of escaping were much better if he had the little girl with him. Instead, he was met with a boot to the chest. Samantha, seeing that the way was clear, picked her daughter up and ran for the door. She knew her father would keep the men away from her. One of the robbers leveled his gun in their direction, but it was ripped from his grip before he had a chance to pull the trigger.

As soon as he saw Samantha exit the door, Christian turned the gun on the three men. The two remaining men with firearms dropped them and put their hands in the air. “We give up,” the leader said. “We surrender.”

“Not good enough,” Christian replied.

The gun fired twice. His remaining two cohorts fell to the floor with bullets in their heads as the leader slowly backed away. “Come on, man,” he pleaded. “You don’t have to do this. I gave up.”

“You threatened my family. No one threatens my family and lives to tell about it.”

“I never threatened them! I was only taking them with us to make sure we got away. I wasn’t going to hurt them!”

“You put your hands on my granddaughter,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. Christian backhanded the man across the face with the gun. The leader fell onto his back, blood dripping from his mouth. “Your goon  had his hands on my daughter!”

Before the leader could respond, Christian pulled the trigger a final time. He quickly wiped the gun down for prints and dropped it on the dead man’s chest. That was when he noticed all of the other people in the bank. They all stared at him in horror, not able to process what they had just seen. “Get out of here,” he ordered them. None of them moved. “Get the hell out of here,” he screamed.

The crowd began running for the door. Only a priest didn’t listen to him. He still stood and stared at Christian. Deciding to ignore him, Christian headed for the back. He knew he had to erase the security camera tapes if he was going to get out of this without any police involvement.


Father Michaels watched the glowing man walk into the back of the bank. Once he was out of sight, the spell that seemed to have taken him over was broken. He began to question what he had just seen. He knew that killing the robbers, even though they were evil, was not something that anyone, not even an angel, should do. The man also said that those two women were his daughter and granddaughter, but he looked just the same age as the mother and only looked old enough to be the little girl’s father.

Seeing that he was the only one left in the bank, he slowly made his way outside, weighed down by all the questions he had about what just happened. When he finally got to the parking lot, he saw that all his fellow customers were on their phones with the police, pleading with them to hurry to them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mother holding her daughter. They sat in a car, waiting for the man to come out of the bank.

A minute later, the man walked out and went to the car. After talking to them for a few seconds, he went to another car, got in, and took off with the woman following him. Not thinking about it, he hopped in a cab that was sitting out front and told the driver to follow them. The cab driver told him that he was told to wait for the police, but Father Michaels pulled some money from the collection that he was supposed to deposit and gave it to him. The driver told him to buckle up as he gunned it to catch up to the fleeing vehicles.


“Bethany, go play in your room,” Samantha instructed when they arrived back to her apartment. After her daughter did as she was told, Samantha turned he attention to her father. “Thank you.”

“I only came because you had Bethany with you,” he said. He paused. “Does she even know who I am?”

“Yes. I’ve shown her pictures of you.”

Christian walked to the window. Looking down at the street below, he saw something that surprised him. “I don’t believe it,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m not lying to you, Father. I’ve shown her…”

“Not that. Look down there.”

Samantha stood next to her father and looked to where he was pointing. “That’s the priest from the bank.”

Father Michaels was exiting the cab and beginning to cross the street towards her building. Then, as if he had heard her speak, he stopped and looked up at them. He stared at them for a few more seconds before he continued his walk. Christian and Samantha kept watching him until he had left their line of sight.

“You stay with Bethany,” he instructed his daughter. “I’m going to go see what this guy wants.”

“Don’t hurt him, Father. He’s a priest. He’s not going to do anything to us.”

“Tell that to all the parents of little boys who thought the same thing,” he quipped as he headed out the door.


Father Michaels was walking up the stairs to the third floor, where he had seen the two of them at the window. He still wasn’t sure why he was following them, but something inside him told him it was what he was supposed to do. As he was about to open the door to exit the staircase, someone slammed him against the wall. The priest fell to the ground. When he was able to turn his head, he saw Christian standing over him. Before he could try to explain what he was doing there, he heard the man say, “You’re about to share the fate of those who just tried to kidnap my daughter.”


One comment on “Dead Set: Part 2

  1. Once again, be sure to leave any comments, questions, critiques, etc. I would love to know what everyone thinks about this.

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