Snippet #2005087

Damien's tires screeched as he hit the brakes in front of the Bank and opened the door on his truck with enough force to tear the door from the car.
Without even pausing, he dropped the door to the concrete and sprinted up the steps to the Atlas bank, barging in on what could only be a robbery. Infront of Damien was a tall man clad in some kind of armor having a stand off with several armed men, and upon surveying the room, Damien took note of the mortally wounded woman wearing a helmet, and the blood-spray pattern on a bank teller window.
No sign of Ellie.
Ellie was a bank teller.
Someones blood is on the bank teller window.
Several thoughts tore through Damien's brain as his stomach dropped and his world began to crumble around him.
No, no, no. She can't be dead., Damien thought to himself, and armed thugs be damned, he still couldn't bring himself to look over the Teller's desk. Denial began to set in, accompanied by unrelenting rage.
"WHERE IS SHE?!", he practically screamed, turning his gaze to the nearest thug, he began to walk towards him. The armed man panicked and opened fire with his automatic pistol, the rounds tearing through Damien's shirt, but flattening and dropping to the floor harmlessly. Damien enraged farther by the act roared and charged forth, closing the distance just as the backpedaling man ran out of ammo. Damien slammed his fist as hard as he could into the man's sternum, bursting organs and breaking bones around the impact area with the force of his punch and sending the poor thug across the room, his flight stopped short by a thick oak desk, and even then, he tumbled several more yards before stopping, his lifeless body leaking a bit of blood from the mouth.
"i'm not going to ask you again", Damien said coldly, his fists clenched as he turned towards the other bank robbers and completely disregarding the armored man in the room.
"Where's Ellie?!".