Imagine: Victor constantly stealing your jobs
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You hid behind a car, your finger on the trigger, eyes locked on the target. If he only walked a few more feet he would be right where you wanted him. He walked a few more steps, your eyes narrowed, and BAM! A gunshot was heard from the building behind you. Your target was dead.
You looked up to see where the noise came from and saw the one man you hated more than anyone: Victor Zsasz. He was always taking your jobs and getting your customers to hire him instead. He saw you from the rooftop crouched behind the car and waved. "Rude!!" You yelled. He let out a laugh and stepped off the ledge.
You waited until he came outside to confront him. "What the hell? That guy was mine!" You were so angry. "Relax. It doesn't matter. I'm sure whoever paid you or, won't pay you since you failed, is just happy he's gone, you should be thanking me." You scoffed. "I should be thanking you? That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day!"
He began to walk away from you but you walked behind him while continuing your rant. "I mean you constantly steal my kills! You're always one-upping me and there hasn't been a single job in the past two weeks that you haven't beaten me too!" "Did you ever think that maybe you're just a bad assassin?" He retorted while continuing to walk. You scoffed again. "Did YOU ever think that maybe you're just trying to get my attention?"
At that, he turned around and grabbed your shoulders. His voice lowered and his eyes scorched holes into your face. "If there's one thing I know, I don't do things to get people's attention. Especially not thick-headed do-gooders like you. I'm an assassin and a damn good one. You stay out of my way and you don't get a bullet in your brain." His teeth gritted together when he spoke. He was so terrifying that you almost didn't see the reflection of a man with a gun behind you in his eyes. Wait...
"GET DOWN!" You yelled. You pushed him onto the pavement and grabbed your gun. You quickly aimed and fired it at the man attempting to kill you both. After you knew he was down you helped Victor to his feet. As soon as you knew he was okay you smirked and said, "Looks like this thick-headed do-gooder just saved your sorry ass." That made him smile a little until you both burst into laughter. You could've stayed like that forever if it weren't for GCPD cop cars pulling up at the scene. Victor picked up the gun he dropped after being tackled by you in the attempt to save his life and said, "Let's go get a milkshake."
The end
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Okay, I swear when I'm writing these stories they are much longer but then I go back and it's not even that many paragraphs.
