The night was clear, a perfect night for those such as me as I awaited for my target to come out of his place. I looked up at the night sky watching the erie moon above. Of course on this night, of all nights, it had to be a full moon. The signal of detah as I loved to call it even though millions die from other causes I always found that on a full moon someone is killed by someone such as me, someone who has no meaning in life but yet kills for money. I never cared about others and my life wasn't much of a factor either since I even began to realize that even this, killing, couldn't bring joy or even saddness, it was just something of nothing now.
I looked back through the scope of my unique sniper gun an noticed movement in the concer as a man began to show. So you come at last. I kept steady as I waited to line the victims head with the lines of my scope. As if by chance though, he looked in my direction and for some odd reason I felt as if a human such as him could actually see me. I gave my self a mental shake fast and took that chance. The gun made not even a sound but the back fire was the reason I moved fast out of my position and towards the back of the building to the back ally stairs.
I never missed and I never really cared to check, so I didn't bother now either. I found the briefcase I had hide and disassembled my gun in a matter of seconds and then headed out towards the streets in the opposite direction of my target. I closed my eyes to think over how much I had made when I felt a hand place on my shoulder. I turned only to meet the eyes of someone I had never known but yet someone I felt like I have seen before. Though as I looked into the stranger's blue eyes I knew that this man wasn't someone I would want to tangle with but by chance was.
I moved with quickness out of his grasp and rushed away. I knew when life had given me a chance that I would take it and when I faced him with another gun, a pistol in my hand, I looked at the man with clearer eyes. "How can this be?" Those words weren't ones I wish I never had to speak as I looked at the man I had shot for sure, since the blood had trikled down his chest showing the proof. "How are you even able to walk?" I was not only amazed I also felt a bit of aderlin that I never had felt in a long time rush threw my body.
As I pointed the gun at him I felt something grasp my wrist, how he moved so fast I couldn't understand as he placed my hand behind my back. "Let's say I'm not excatly what you believe I am." His words which would probably cause fear in most only made me look at him only to meet a stare that was colder then anyones I had ever seen before.
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