I. Greed The morning, a fair breeze washed over the beautiful landscape, a violet glow came from the edges of the world and clouds billowed through the paling sky. Mark pulled on his black hood and gloves, corresponding to each other, yet different somehow. He crossed his arms and pulled out the loaded metal in his back. A gun, that is. His back was turned to the central station, but he turned and ran in the doors. He held up the gun, people screamed, dived, fell. The bank was under a one-man siege, and he threw the gun so it spiraled, striking a woman in the head. Diving to the floor, he picked it up, set it to 'Auto', and pointed it at the woman behind the desk. "Give me all your money!" he screamed. The woman slammed the counter, sending dollar bills flying in all directions. She stuffed them into a bag, it get bigger and bigger like the man's smile as she threw the bag over the counter. "More," he smiled softly. She grabbed another bag, all eyes were on her, the man, the bag. The man could hear sirens in the distance. Faint, but growing, he knew they were for him. A voice said to him, "Two choices. You run now with the money you have, to help your dying brethren, or stay for more, and risk everything you've worked for." He coulodn't stop now. Money, money, money was what he wanted. And so the woman finished her second bag and threw it over the counter. "Another!" he screamed. She complied, her arms moving slowly, taking her time so the police would come. "Move quicker!" he screamed. His temples buzzed and he threw everyone a quick snare. She finally finished, and gave him the back. He turned to ran and stood face-to-face with 3 men in badge. "Hands up," said the first, a gun pointed straight at the man. The robber couldn't lose now, he had to find a way to escape. He shot the first man, blood spurting from his face as he fell back to the floor. The other 3 men grabbed their guns and fired simultaneously. Robber, 3 bags of money, a desperate thought of his family, all collided with the floor at the same time. Everyone erupted into screams, the stench of blood filled the air. "It was greed," he faintly whispered, his dyign breath. "It was greed..."