Two Sides

Previously on '...of Heroes and the Misunderstood'. A story co-written by Clark (from The Wakefield Doctrine and myself. 
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Rue DeNite ran through the heavy raindrops, made all the more heavy by the blades of the hovering helicopter above; the bright light of the spotlight made visibility quite difficult as each individual raindrop reflected that light and the light off each other; Moonbeam had opened all the passenger doors on his souped-up black SUV and was frantically gesturing for the other van passengers to quickly run over.

Rue reached the vehicle, stopping before sitting herself in the front passenger seat, and, holding the top of the door, looked back toward the van to see Rocco standing facing her with the woman behind him, ‘come on,’ Rue yelled, not entirely beating the cacophony of sounds around her, ‘what are you waiting for?’

Rocco didn’t move, but slowly shook his head, before slowly raising both his arms into the air.

‘No…’ Rue cried out, about to run back over to Rocco, when Moonbeam grabbed both of her arms, ‘let me go to him… damn it… let g…’

To stop her struggling further, Moonbeam used his dark matter to subdue Rue, and gently lowered her sleeping body into the passenger seat.

Moonbeam then himself started to run towards Rocco and the woman, suddenly stopping as he saw her point the handgun to Rocco’s right temple; ‘don’t bank on taking one more step,’ she shouted, before continuing as if to herself, ‘it’s Sora… I have the target… get me out of this stupid place right now!’

Posted for Six Sentence Stories. This week's prompt word, selected by Denise, is 'Bank'.