PsYcHo!!

1 - The Awakening

She quickly steps out of the black Cadillac and walls briskly into the bank, dashing towards the bathroom. She takes a deep breath, then enters an empty stall. Sloppily circling her eyes with black paint, then placing a mask that resembles a woman characters face on over. She sighs, and cocks her gun, tucking it into the back of her pants and then darting back out into the lobby of the bank.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is infact a robbery. You're best chances of making it out alive are extremely slim, so just do what we say and we will make your death quick and painless." One of the other masked men announce to the terrified crowd. Ivory walks smoothly over to the bank teller and hold out her pillowcase, as if expecting him to obey. The bank teller gives her a blank stare, then she pulls out her gun and holds it to the mans head as he quickly fills the bag, while scanning the room to watch for any runaways. Once he is done, she pulls the trigger and moves on to the next one. She smiles at the shaky bank teller woman, almost reassuring her, then pulls the trigger, sending the bullet straight through her aorta. As Ivory turns around to go to the rest of her group, she spots a mother and her son. She bends down and pats the boys head.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't hurt you. But this will," she says with an eerie chuckle as she shoots the boy in the spine, if not killing him, then paralyzing him.

"I'll be back to sew your mouth shut." She says standing and smiling at the mother who begins to weep over her dying son.

"None of you will exit this building alive. So... thanks for your cooperation." Ivory announces once more before turning to face the door and pausing.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She says and she spots the numerous police, swat and FBI cars and trucks parked outside. One man stood out from the crowd, literally standing in front of all the police cars was a man who can only be described as the police Chief Patrick Bames.

"You're not...kidding. Ugh, seriously!? BOYS! Round up the living and shove them in the vault or something. I'll deal with the 'Chiefy' out here." She says while she holsters her weapon.

"Well that's a shame, now isn't it?" Ivory says as she walks out the front doors.

"Armed and ready, are ya boys? You couldn't take me alive even if you wanted to. Ha! You're all..." she pauses, looking up to the roofs of the somewhat tall building surrounding the area, taking note of all her men, armed with snipers and make-shift riot gear, anxiously awaiting her signal to open fire on anyone who dares move a hair closer. They were ready to die just to protect her. That's why she always considered them family, and when one died, they'd hold a funeral in their memory. She'd add a dog tag with their names scratched onto the metal, to her necklace, she always had wrapped around her neck or her wrist. Their memory lived on through each crime, no one was left behind.

Ivory looked to one of her men and nodded slightly, signalling to prepare themselves. She smiles and brings her eyes back down to the chief with dead eyes and a mischievous smile tugging at the right corner of her mouth. "...dead" and with that she wags her finger at her men and they begin shooting at anyone and everyone they could hit before they got hit themselves.

To escape the inevitable shower of bullet that will rain from the rooftops, Ivory escaped inside the bank to continue her reign of terror on the innocent bankgoers.

"Who's next!?" She says smiling pulling a knife from her belt and the gun from the holster tied to her leg. She cocks the gun back and points it at the mother, sitting in a pool of her dead sons blood, weeping at the loss of her child. Ivory takes a moment to calm the woman down, telling her that everything will be alright and that she shouldn't worry about a thing. "It'll all be over soon, sunshine" she smiles at the mother, pulls her to her feet and leads her to another room. A loud shriek rung from the room before the sound of gushing blood and a limp body dropping to the floor. Ivory rounds the corner to the previous room, covered in blood from head to toe. Her 4 men, guarding the hostages, stare at her in awe as she looks herself over and then looks back at the men.

"I was having a little fun."

The rest of the hostages including an elderly man, a young couple, and a suited gentleman begin to panic at the sight of Ivory soaked in the mother's blood. The sudden realization that none of them will survive this horror show seeps in slowly. They all begin to sob or desperately try to escape the room, but her men are a force to be reckoned with. She chuckles to herself, leaning over onto one of her men. Wiping a tear from her cheek she giggles "it's always fun to watch them squirm" and with that she unleashed unholy terror on those poor hostages, showing no mercy, and no hesitation in her actions. When she's finished, she walks outside to the rest of the police and collapses to the ground. Those 4 men from the vault follow her out but quickly find their way to the rooftops to retrieve the fallen men.