Hey guys! This is my second story ever on Wattpad, and I hope you enjoy it! (BTW, the PG rating is for excessive violence. Don't worry, there's just a lot of punching and kicking.)
Being kicked in the face kinda ruins your whole day.
Skooter looked at the compound. Time to ruin some days.
As he strode through the door, chaos erupted. The cry went up:
"The Masked Man! He's here! Run! Everybody run!"
Skooter smiled. He loved his name. It sounded mysterious and dangerous. Like his appearance. He was tall and muscled, a silver hoop in his right ear, a small scar across his chin, and a strong-set chin and clear blue eyes. You couldn't tell much more than that, however, because most of his body was covered in black. Black shirt. Black pants. Black shoes. And his signature black mask, which covered part of his face with holes cut out for eyes. The mask wasn't for protecting his identity, though. Everyone knew that no-one could take on Skooter and win. No, the mask was part of his identity, so that everyone knew who he was. Skooter looked around. The compound was quiet and all the workers had evacuated. Skooter turned a corner, and saw what most people would be terrified to see.
A barricade, with at least twenty men with guns behind it.
But Skooter wasn't terrified. Skooter smiled.
"Freeze!" shouted the captain.
Skooter froze. But he didn't stop smiling.
"Hands where I can see them, jerk."
Skooter slowly slid his right foot behind his left.
"I said HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Skooter rose his hands in the air.
"Now walk forwards. Slowly."
He began to walk forwards. Quickly.
He went faster.
He did a handspring, and flipped over the barricade wall. Shots screamed past him. As he flipped, his foot shot out and hit a gunner in the stomach. He crumpled to the ground. Skooter landed on his feet, and used his favorite move. The gunner didn't even get a chance to move before Skooter's foot whacked into his temple. The man was unconcious before he hit the ground.
The captain watched with a mixture of fear and amazement as Skooter swiftly dispatched all his men. He stared, trembling, as Skooter walked up to him. Skooter leaned over and whispered into the captains ear:
The captain fainted. Skooter took his gun.
Skooter kicked open the storage room door. Scienists stood there, watching in terrified silence as Skooter walked into the cramped space. Skooter examined them. Suddenly, Skooter's hand shot out and wrapped around a man's neck. He pulled him closer, and examined the man's nametag.
One of the scientists tried to sneak past him. Skooter wrapped his free hand around her shoulder and said quietly "If you value your safety, then do not try to fight the fact that I am now commanding you for the time being." He gave her a light push back towards the rest of the group. She stumbled, but an accociate caught her and pulled her back into the group of bodies.
"Drop your cellphones, everyone." Skooter said, staring intensely at the scientists. There was a quiet clatter as twenty or more cellphones hit the floor.
"Now, I want all of you to go to your company safe, and I want you to bring me all the money inside it."
The scientists stared at him.
"Do as I say, or he gets a bullet to the head." Skooter grunted, throwing the small man to the floor and aiming the captain's gun at his head.
There was a slight commotion as the scientists all rushed through the remaining shards of the door to get the money. Skooter smiled. Easy as pie.
"P-p-please make it fast..." whimpered the man lying on the floor.
'Oh, don't worry, I will." Skooter replied with a slight smirk.
Pretty soon the money began arriving. Skooter licked his lips in anticipation. He pulled out a folded-up cotton bag from his pocket and began loading money into it. The captain tried to get up.
"On the floor, my friend, or I pull the trigger."
He knelt back down on the floor and began to cry. The fat tears rolled down his cheeks and hit the floor with a small plish.
"Don't cry, this will all be over soon."
The last scientist dropped money at his feet. Skooter stuffed it into the bag, and threw the bag over his shoulder with a little difficulty. He stopped the scientist, who had begun to walk back to the group, by putting a hand on his shoulder. The scientist jumped, and slowly turned around to face him, trembling. Skooter gave him a big smile.