A Day At The Bank – III

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Thanks for being here again. Like always, I say thank you to the regular readers, and to the newcomers, welcome. Read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 by clicking the links, in case you haven’t read them. Thanks.

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I woke up some hours later in a very dark house. There was no wall clock around, and time was only a mere illusion to me at that moment. The place where I was could practically be referred to as a cave. The lighting was low, there was a dripping sound in the distance, which made me infer that I was near water of some sort, and the walls were dilapidated. Also, the air was unusually still, so I got the hint that I was underground too. The walls, though breaking, were made of thick materials and reinforced with loads of mortar, making me realize the horrible fact that even if I screamed, no one was going to hear me. In the distance, I could decipher two figures whose shapes were silhouetted against the wall, talking to each other about a seemingly serious matter. After about three minutes of me watching them, the second man left and the first speaker remained. He stood for sometime on that spot, before he turned, and started towards me.

“I see you’ve come around”, his strangely familiar voiced boomed at me, “welcome to the base. Although I must admit, being the smart man you are, you were captured easily as a fool”.
At this time, he had advanced towards me a lot but I still couldn’t see his face, as he stood a step beyond the reach of the dim light that illuminated where I was being held.
“Who the hell are you? And what do you want from me?” I managed to ask, calling up some courage.
“Oh! My bad. Sorry I didn’t tell you”, at this, he let out an evil chuckle and continued. “Its simple. That money you got from the bank, I’m gonna take it, I’m gonna disappear, and you’ll answer for the crime”

This sent a cold shiver down my spine and I shook, noticeably. I was about to be framed for a crime I knew nothing about. I managed to cough up some courage again, and said, “That’s impossible! Really outrageous! No one would believe you”
“You think?”, my anonymous captor started, “Well, let me convince you”. At this, he took a step forward and the light fell on his face. I recognized him instantly and almost went into shock. I thought I was dreaming. I thought I was seeing a ghost. His square jaw, clean-cut features, round face and blue eyes, it was none other than the bank manager himself. I had to bite my lower lip to prevent myself from screaming.
Horror, Fear, Betrayal, Anger and Sadness all coursed through me at the same time.

“This can’t be happening”, my voice was shaky at this point, “I saw you die”
“Hahahahaha. Me? Die? That was just a little drama we put up for you all”. He paused for the effect to sink into me before he continued. “Everyone saw me get shot. So witnesses can confirm my death. Your fingerprints have been gotten and put on the murder weapon, as well as the video of you escaping through the fire exit. That’s enough to slam your ass into jail for a long time. No one would believe you now. And guess what? That’s easy cash for me. I get to own all that money. Hahahaha”

At that instant, that moment, realisation dawned on me. I was about to lose my life to a lie and set-up. My brain was working in overdrive already. I had to escape, I thought to myself. Being a scientist and architect myself, with my hearing, I can make out the parts of a building. I just needed to get loose. Right then, my brain still weighing everything, I sighted it, a knife, on a table placed near the small window of the room, and I was so far from there. How would I get to that? Eureka! The idea struck me.

“This is too much for me to take in right now”, I started, amidst real sobs, “Can you please move me near the window to get some air and clear my head, please?”. I must have sounded really convincing, as the manager looked upon me like a worthless and helpless creature, saw no harm in my request and dragged me in my chair to the window side. Now, I had a good vantage point. I just had to wait for him to go out, and I’ll take the knife, cut myself loose and think about escaping.

It was as if his phone read my mind at that instant when it rang. He looked at it, looked at me, then made out of the room to receive the call. I saw my chance. I’m going to take it…

Think I took that chance? Think I escaped? Is the plot bigger than I thought? Come next episode, your questions will be answered. Thanks for reading, again..

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12 thoughts on “A Day At The Bank – III

    sabbathston said:
    January 15, 2014 at 8:43 AM

    waoh!!! dis is terible, i cnt still believ my eyes dat d bank manager actually did dat, gosh… trust nobody…

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    herreeate said:
    January 15, 2014 at 9:02 AM

    Wow!d manager is mad!……can’t wait for the next episode 🙂

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    pinkydee said:
    January 15, 2014 at 9:38 AM

    So loving diz

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    My Writings, My Thoughts ... said:
    January 15, 2014 at 6:42 PM

    3 days is getting too much to be anxiously waiting. Nice storyline though… How u escaped to be able to write this remains to be seen

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    Larry McExx responded:
    January 16, 2014 at 1:32 PM

    Thank You 😀

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    Horluwarsheun said:
    January 17, 2014 at 7:14 AM

    Cant wait to read the next episode. Gud job Guy.

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    January 17, 2014 at 9:35 AM

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