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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

for the vault to be emptied. Within minutes, I could hear the cops gathering around the bank, summoned by the silent alarm. “Don’t even think about it, we got hostages!” One of the gunmen shouted as he opened fire on the police. I clutched Angel’s hand tightly. “We might be here a while.” I murmured. As the hours dragged on, it became obvious that this hostage situation wasn’t going to end easily. I did my best to comfort Angel and my sister, but it was difficult when the three gunmen were constantly arguing over what their plans were. I was trying to formulate a plan of my own… something that I could do to make this end. The time eventually came when I was fed up with staying on the floor and seeing the fear in Angel’s eyes was giving me heartache. I stood up, stretching my muscles. “Hey, get on the fucking floor!” One of the gunmen yelled as he aimed his weapon at me. I held up my hands. “Relax. I want to help. Listen, use me as your getaway hostage, that way you can make your escape now and no one can get hurt. Please, use me as a human shield if it means that the others can go free!” I pleaded. “I told you to get down on the floor! If you say another word, I’ll fucking kill you.” One of the guys said as he pulled back the hammer of his gun. “Marcus…” Angel murmured, sitting up and pulling on my arm. I stood like a statue. “Get on the fucking floor, or I’ll put a bullet between her eyes.” He said, moving his gun over to Angel. My blood turned cold. “Ok, I’m going.” I ... said as I quickly got back to her. I sat down on the floor and held Angel’s hand, but the gunman didn’t take his weapon off us. I was filled with fear, not for my life but for Angel’s. The glass door of the bank shattered as a sniper’s bullet passed through the building, just barely missing the gunman with his weapon aimed at us. The gunman flinched and his finger pulled the trigger. I saw the whole thing take place in slow motion, filling me with horror beyond description. The slug left the pistol, wrapped in smoke with a tail of fire as it spun through the air. It zoomed across the bank, striking Angel’s shoulder and imbedding itself in her flesh. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched Angel collapse in a pool of blood. Like a great punch, I felt adrenalin course through my veins and my heart beating with such power that I thought my ribs would shatter. That bullet had struck my very soul, risking me the loss of everything I was and loved. In a great mind-ripping deluge, all of the anger and pain in my life surged through my body, making me feel like my cells themselves were spontaneously combusting but also filling me with unstoppable strength. Roaring in fury, I bolted up and charged towards the robbers, moving faster than ever in my life. One of them aimed his gun at me and fired. Like with Angel, the bullet slammed into my shoulder and was lodged in the muscles, but adrenalin and rage were keeping me from feeling pain and allowed my arm to maintain its strength. I ...