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Just a Normal Tuesday

Tuesdays, I hate them. For most people, it's Mondays, but I really hate Tuesdays. I guess I'm just special like that.

It's early as hell, as I drive to my job that's thirty minutes out of town. That's what I get for living in a small redneck town nobody's ever heard of, but the pay makes up for it. Besides, construction's a perfectly fine job, as long as you invest for an early retirement.

I pull off the highway, and slide into the parking lot of a small gas station. Not my favorite for the mornings, but my usual stop is closed today, for some reason. As a man who hates the idea of destiny, or luck, I just shrug it off as another inconvenience to pile onto my loathing for Tuesdays.

I walk into said gas station, and there's not much. Just a couple aisles, a pair of bathrooms at the back of the store, and a corner for making drinks.

"Hello sir!" I hear from my right, noticing the surprisingly chipper girl behind the counter.

"Well, you're awfully happy for rising with the sun. You're not some sort of serial killer, are you?" I ask, mostly joking, but slightly worried as to who could enjoy the torture of early rising.

"Of course not, sir!" The girl replies, "I've just always been an early bird, so the morning doesn't bother me much!" She confidently states, adding a smile for confirmation.

"At least that makes one of us." I say as I walk towards the coffee station, making my nearly religious morning cup o' joe.

As I put the lid on the cup, I hear the door to the gas station slam open, and hear two men enter. I look over my shoulder, then have a double take when I notice the ski masks adorning their heads. As one would expect, they both pull out a pistol each, both aiming at the young cashier, and apparently not noticing my presence.

"This is a robbery! Everything you got, hand it over!" The first man states, while the other adds a "We ain't playin'!" from behind him. Unfortunately for them, they don't notice me sneak behind the second guy. Also unfortunate for them, I always carry.

"I don't think so." I respond for the girl, who looks to be about two seconds away from a mental break. Pulling the hammer back on my pistol, and placing the muzzle into the back of Dumbass #2's head. "Either of you move, we'll have a nice lesson on human anatomy."

Dumbass #1 looks over his shoulder at me, noticing me and my new hostage's position. His eye's widen, then narrow, as he turns his body sideways to better address me. "Well shit for you buddy, you shoot one of us, the girl dies."

"Even if you shoot her, neither of you have a shot on me, and I can promise you that money's not worth it if you're dead. I guess it would take someone with some brain cells to rub together to tell you that though."

Dumbass #1 growls, then begins to pull his gun across his body to get a read on me, proving my made up monicker right. He gets it about halfway to his body before two bullets rip through him before he can even realize what just happened. His body falls like a brick to the ground, while Dumbass #2 nearly falls flat on his face, probably shitting himself. I aim at him as he drops the gun and puts his hands up, making this a lot easier for me.

"Call the police!" I order the still shaking girl who had probably just witnessed a life ended for her first time. She moves towards the back of the store, pulling her phone out, and locking herself in the back of the store.

"Please don't shoot me, sir!" The man in front of me yells, promoting him to Lacking Critical Thinking Man, as he shakes in place.

"Calm down son, just don't give me a-"

BOOM

I'm slammed to the floor, feeling burning pain shooting throughout my body, from what feels like a hundred different points in my body. Blood begins to ooze out of me like a bucket with a hole on the bottom, puddling under me.

"Move dumbass, we gotta bounce!" I barely hear through ringing ears, seeing two silhouettes run like hell. My vision begins to blur, and my body starts to shut down. I barely make out someone suddenly on top of me, shaking me, while talking, but I can't hear them.

It's the girl, I can see the panic and fear in her eyes. I reach up, putting a bloodied hand on her cheek, while struggling to get out what's likely my last words.

"It...It wasn't your fault."

Then, I feel too tired to go on, my eyes close. I go limp, and feel cold, so fucking cold.