~~Canada~~

~Suburban Area~

~Late Evening~

Convenience Store

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It was a regular night shift at the local convenience store. A few customers were looking around, browsing the store's inventory.

The clerk kept an eye on the security screens near the counter, making sure no one stole anything.

A van stopped outside, and three people in jackets and masks barged through the door, each of them wielding a gun.

"Alright!" One fired a few rounds at the ceiling. "You know the drill. Give us the money, and we'll go." He walked towards the counter, as the clerk began opening the cash register.

A customer noticed what was going on, and walked towards the counter, while holding a drink, and a candy bar.

"Excuse me." He said to the robber, pushing him out of the way.

The robber bumped into the others, and said "You little punk! I oughta shoot you!" He walked up to him, aiming the gun at his hooded face.

The man said "If you're gonna shoot me, then shoot." He placed his things onto the counter, along with a 5 dollar bill.

The robber then pulled the trigger, and the customer's brains were splattered everywhere.

His body fell onto the floor, making a puddle of blood appear where the bullet passed through.

"Stupid kid." He turned around, facing the clerk again. "He should've listened."

Then, they heard shuffling of boots.

Each of the robbers aimed their guns, ready to fire. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah? But who moved?"

Then, when they looked at where the dead man once laid. His body was gone, and footprints could also be seen.

"Wha-?" One of tgem asked, before they turned around.

When they did, there stood the customer, who was supposed to be dead. He removed his hood, revealing what he looked like.

Long black hair, with streaks of fresh blood. Slightly pale skin, grey eyes, and a freaky smile that seem to be plastered onto his face. The wound on his head seemed to close up, which the three grown men stare in absolute terror.

"That tickled." The young man said, and charged at them with a knife.

He slashed one of their throats, before being shot at again. But, he knew this would happen. He picked the dead body, and used it as a shield. He also picked up the SMG, and fired.

The clerk got down, dodging the bullets that flew across the store.

Then, all went quiet. No more gunshots. No more shouts. Nothing. The clerk peeked out, and saw the hooded customer, waiting in front of the counter.

"Keep the change." He said,and took his things. He left the store, not saying a word, also leaving behind a very confused clerk.