I enjoyed writing the following short story "Betrayed" which tells about a heist gone wrong. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it.
Betrayed …
It all started like this. I was the leader of a notorious
gang known as the Mandarin, committing heists all around the prosperous island
of Singapore. Our team consisted of Jack, John and myself. Jack Worming was a
small ratty-looking man whose front teeth stuck out underneath an apparently
well-groomed moustache – incidentally his pride and joy. Jack was the brains of
the team – his deep-set eyes could burrow into your deepest thoughts and his
thin lips were periodically pursed into a cryptic smile.
John Armstrong, however, was the muscle, in the team. He
was probably once a competitive athlete as even up till this day, the muscles
on him were still clearly evident. Sporting a clean-shaven scalp, a bull-dog
countenance, a thick bull-neck, big and broad shoulders, enormous hands which
could scoop me up as if I were a kitten, and piston-like legs, John was one you
would not want to mess with.
Getting now to me – I was the leader. I possessed rather
an evil personality and an exceptional good skill of planning heists. I was
indeed very handsome and a clever person. I sported a wiry frame and raven dark
hair. We all had a good run and enjoyed a good life.
However, during one of our heists one fateful day, things
did not go according to plan …
We had planned the greatest heist of the century - Kim
Hua Jewellery’s new shop. It was located in a remote location which was right
at the end of a deserted street.
Jack and I dashed into the shop, instantly shooting the
security guard on duty. Rushing hurriedly into the shop, John swept all the
loot into an old, brown rucksack. Grinning from ear to ear, I thought to myself
of the long-awaited alluring sweet smell of success in life – wealth and a high
flying luxurious lifestyle, has finally reached me. The mountain-top
exhilaration bubbled inside me like a fizzy soda.
Just then, I spotted my fellow friends shivering
fearfully. Their faces were as pale as a ghost. What was the matter with those
stupid nerds? Without a word, my “two friends” took off, leaving me with a
bewildered look on my face. Looking fast into the distance, it suddenly dawned
upon me that I had been taken for a ride. Something was dreadfully amiss!
At that juncture I felt a gentle tap on my shoulders.
Startled, I turned around only to catch a glimpse of a wooden face and
stocky-built man behind me, his hold on my right shoulder tightened and
anchored me down. A sea of grim-looking men advanced swiftly from behind him
and surrounded him. Then a startling realization hit me like a delayed action bomb.
The men were the police. Those darned friends I had! I
had been taken for a fool! Given a chance to shoot them, I would have done so
without a flinch.
A laugh in a sea of sadness. What I could only manage
with a voice like that of a crow. The blazing sun overhead in all its
resplendent glory, looked up into the distant azure blue sky from within the
walls I would be locked away for the next thirty years and that was the
minimum.
Betrayed by friends I had known for so many years.
Betrayed by partners who have worked with me in so many
heists.
Betrayed into captivity.
Betrayed.
If you like reading this, you may also like these stories:
More stories and short essays to come. See you soon.
- Robbery at NTUC Supermarket
- Nasty encounter with a snatch thief
- Encounter with a burglar
- Encounter with a burglar! (another story)
More stories and short essays to come. See you soon.
Photo credit: brookenovak / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
Comments
Post a Comment