The End of the Beginning

"This is the police! Come out with your hands up!" The police have already surrounded the building. A helicopter was hovering in the air with at least two men armed at either side of it. Ethan's hair rose up on end. He knew that there were two ways out of this which would either end in life or death. He already had hostages in the building.
"This was a dumb idea," he said to himself.
"No, it wasn't. It wasn't a bad idea."
"Shut up! This is all your fault Nick!" Ethan exclaimed.
"This is your last chance. Come out with your hands up or we'll be forced to send in a S.W.A.T. team," the police said.
"The hostages. The hostages, Ethan. Use them," Nick replied. Ethan looked down at his gun and the bag of money beside it. He lifted it and pointed it at a hostage.
" I have ten hostages in the building! Are you sure you wanna come in," he yelled, then pulled the trigger. "Now nine," Ethan screamed as a hostage fell to the ground with a hollowpoint in his head.
"Now the cops have to say something," Nick said. The screaming of the hostages made the voice of the cops unclear to hear.
"Do you think - - - care about - - - hostages," the cops said sarcastically, thinking that the man inside the bank wouldn't kill anymore of the hostages.
"He's playing you, Ethan," Nick said.
"Shut your mouths!!" Ethan yelled, cocking the gun and shooting another person. The blood of the person flew onto another hostage. Nick laughed hysterically.
"That's it! We're moving in!" the police exclaimed after they heard the last shot. Ethan jumped over the counter and pressed his back against it, having the pistol still in his hand. He pulled out a second gun. Two pistols were in either hand, both loaded. The rest of the hostages ran out of the building as the S.W.A.T. team entered, desparately wanting to spill the blood of Ethan.
"I'm dead. I'm dead," Ethan said to himself.
"You're dead if you say you are. So get up and breathe your last breath," Nick said. Ethan, with a crazy look in his eyes, jumped up with guns blazing at the S.W.A.T. He took one last breath of air before the police lifted up their weapons and filled Ethan up with lead. The bullets were so powerful that it launched Ethan off of his feet. The firing stopped when his body hit the ground.
"Sir, the fugitive is down. What a stupid man," a S.W.A.T. man said to his leutinant over his radio.
"Job is a success."
"Yes, but sir, there was something about this guy. He kept talking to himself. About someone by the name of Nick."
"Just one of your old crazy guys of the neighborhood. Just get this place cleaned up," the leutinant said.
"Yes sir."