The Lady or The Rifle? (Original Short)

She remembered watching them as they entered, guns ready, masks drawn down, voices powerful. Watched as her workers ignored her, she was just an innocent bystander which they'd take hostage, after they'd robbed the bank, of course. All according to plan. The four of them all pushed and bullied the rest of the bank tenants to the floor and her as well, gathering money and getting ready for the final phase: Escape. She remembered the bags so heavy, the M-16 rifles they had, unfired, the entire crowd terse and cooperative.

Then she remembered HIM. He rose from his knees, like a shadow rising during sunset, clad all in black, hands still above his head. She remembers her worker grabbing her and forcing her to her feet, but she couldn't take her eyes off HIM. Then one of the other men approached him and told him to stay down. Or he would have if he had been able to finish the second word. She remembered the speed, the veracity, the power which the man in black moved with. One second her four guys are in control and the next He is attacking like a well trained warrior, wise to the chase. 

The first of her men went down in a flurry of limbs as the magazine from his rifle struck the man holding her in the face, she swears she remembers bones cracking before he slumped to the floor, screaming. The third took aim, but didn't have a chance to fire, the man in black whipped his hand out and with a flash of metal there was a knife stuck through her third man's hand, which gave Him the opportunity to close the gap and put her third down and retrieve his knife. Her fourth man rushed over and grabbed her arm hard, she didn't notice because she couldn't stop looking at Him, he made threatening remarks and brandished his rifle every which way. 

She remembered the tip of the rifle being pushed against her ribs, then she remembers the warm spray of blood across her face. His long arm gently and swiftly lifting and turning her away from the grizzly sight he had just created as the body of her man fell to the ground. It was then and only then she was able to look into his eyes, light blue, sad yet jovial, gentle and fierce all at the same time, aged years beyond his youthful face. She plopped down on her bottom when he ever so gently set her down, right before he smiled and rendered the last of her men unconscious. Weeks later she'd found out everything about him. He was a no one. In the bank that day by accident, he disarmed the whole situation and killed one of the masked robbers, essentially saving her life. Not knowing that she was their ring leader all along. And not knowing He'd just cost her hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Still. She couldn't stop thinking about Him. The way he moved, the violence he wrought with the same gentle hands he used to cradle her away from the horror. She was a professional thief and Violence was a regular part of her life, but He was different. Then the weight of the money came into mind, a single job with a very large payout all gone in His swift actions. Her men demanded freedom and pay. So now she sits in her office staring at a text message, unsure of her answer, "Do we kill him or bring him to you?" She tried so hard to figure out why she kept thinking of Him, why her mind kept returning to that moment when she was in his arms, why she could remember the way he smelled. She looked at the screen and typed an answer then hit send. She gently put her phone on her desk and sat back, deep in thought and waited.

The Boy, The Girl, and The Wall (Short Original)

Once there were a boy and a girl. They never knew of each other because they lived on opposite sides of a giant wall. Both of them were lonely and hurt, seeking comfort. And each night they would both walk along this great wall looking for something, anything that would take their minds off the pain of being at home and dealing with the tragedies they lived through daily. It was a while, many, many months that they would walk the wall and listen for something.

One night in the middle of the endless and infinite wall the boy found a hole in the giant and so did the girl. The same hole. They could look across and see the other. Each stared wide eyed and smiling at the other, not believing that they'd found each other. They said their names and talked for hours and hours, the sun setting and rising with them still smiling at each other. With a sad smile they said goodbye for the day and went back to their lives, but promising to come back to the hole in the wall to talk to each other.

Suddenly the days didn't feel so long, their problems not so huge, their lives not so empty. And so it went. Each night the boy and the girl would meet at their hole and discus everything they could until as late as they could stand. And every time they said goodbye they would promise to see the other the next day. So bewildered they were by each other they would share all they were, all their secrets, their fears. She would write pretty poems for him and he'd sing to her, their relationship growing by the day.

Then one day, while not saying a thing and simply enjoying the company they gave each other the boy confessed he loved her. The girl cried tears of joy and said she loved him, too. And for a time they lived as much as they could at that little hole in that incredible wall as high as the sky and as long as the horizon, telling each other how much they loved the other.

Then the girl had to stop coming to their hole everyday. Although the boy would wait as long as he physically could sometimes she wouldn't come for days, her life had changed, her time was needed elsewhere. He vowed to never let her forget that he loved her. He wrote love notes and left them for her, every day as they had before. Sometimes the notes would pile up to a few at a time, other times they were gone. Once or so a week they'd be able to see each other, tell each other their lives and discuss the future and the past. But more often than not the boy would leave a note, making her feel beautiful with his words.

Then one day the notes stopped disappearing. She hadn't come for them in days. Slowly days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Then one day the boy was sitting by the hole when he heard two voices on the other side talking about the girl that was just married by the same name as the one he had loved. The boy stood silently and wiped his eyes of the tears and walked away from the wall, from his notes, and from the girl. He was alone once more.