suspect

suspect

english-creative writing
SUSPECT
“On the ground, Mother Fucker. Next to your dead friend.”

Add that order to $352, mix in Ruby’s Stop n’ Shop, stir in a dash of a .357 Magnum, and there you have armed robbery. It was Eric’s first kill, and it felt good.
His sneakers slapped against the wet pavement, echoing in his ears. When he jumped off the curb, his left foot slipped a little, throwing him off balance. Damned sweatshop shoes. The bubble-vest he had donned earlier in the evening   flipped behind him wildly, the zipper stinging him, as it struck his back.   His hand was heavy with both the Magnum and the cash, which was wrapped up nicely in a Ruby’s bag. Roy and Alan were in the Camaro a few yards ahead of him, Roy hunched over the wheel, Alan in the back, jumping around excitedly.   Alan was such a God-damned bush-leaguer. It wasn’t as if Eric himself was a pro, but he was at least cool about the whole robbery thing. Roy acted like a mute, grunting to signal approval.
“C’mon! C’mon man!! The cops are on their way!” Alan screamed, his fingernails digging into the seatback.
Eric ripped off his ski mask, reaching the door. He yanked the handle up, opening the door. He threw the sack and the gun on the back seat, next to Alan. He hopped in the passenger’s seat. Roy had the car going even before Eric could get his arm around the door to close it. With the burst of speed, Eric was slammed against the seat, the wood beads cutting into his lower back.
“God damnit, Roy! Ease up! The damned kid was so scared he won’t trip the alarm for another ten minutes.” Eric screamed, hooking his forearm around the outside of the door, slamming it.
“Look, last time was a little close for me, and I just don’t wanna get caught.” Roy said, his eyes never leaving the road. Of the three drivers Eric had used in his short time as a robber, he had discovered that Roy was the most careful. Never listened to music while he drove, never took his eyes off the road. Alan was a...