The Bodyguard

The Fleeing

He watches from one of the warehouses as the four boys fly to the ground. They look around for a second before he pulls the trigger, sending another bullet flying. It finally seems to dawn on them what is happening because they try to get up, but he sends just one more, making a peice of rock hit the blonde boys head.

A smile pulls at his lips as they panic and duck down helping blondie to his feet. He slightly laughs at the fact that they think ducking could be any help to them at all. They start to run away but the tan haired boy notices a little boy crying on the playground. He runs over to him forcing the others to follow him. He laughs at their stupidity. They were just being shot at, and they decide to go help a little boy. One of them picks the kid up and runs away.

He was supposed to be gone by now but since this was so entertaining he dediced to stay for a extra minute. He shakes his head and laughs again at how completely stupid they are. They're running in a straight line, in the exact way the bullet came from, and they even gave up on the ducking. Not that any of those things would have helped them if they had done them. If he wanted them dead, they would have been dead. Five years as a sniper are good for something, but he still appreciates a little bit of a challenge.

The boys run into a girl who looks to be about twenty-five and she takes the little boy from them. You would think that since they are so famous, their security would teach them what to do in a situation like this, but I guess not. It seems that when the time comes, and he is actually going to try to kill them, it will be pretty easy. But as of now, it's just a little teasing. Which he always thought was just as fun as the actual killing.

He packs up his things and scans the ground for evidence of him being there. It won't take long for people to get here and start snooping around but he'll be long gone by then. He's been doing this for a while now, so he nows his way around the cops. His name is already on the wanted list. He got a little too excited with one particular kill which means he got a little sloppy. They got a hold of his DNA but that's all. Except for someone like him, there is no 'that's all', every little bit counts and not in the good way.

Well them knowing his name is not that big of a deal, seeing as later he wants it to be all over the news and headlines. But the longer he is unkown, the longer he has to plan and perfect, and he doesn't like to be rushed. He smiles as he walks out of the warehouse, picturing his next moves.

"Oh excuse me" he says as he bumps into someone dropping his bag.

"So sorry sir" a tan haired boy answers, breathing heavily.

"I'd get out of here, somebody was shooting" the curly haired one answers.

"Oh I doubt I'm the one they're aiming for" he says with a smile as the blonde haired one hands him his bag holding the gun that's barrel is probably still warm.

"I'd get that checked out" he says to the blonde one who has a drop of blood sliding down from his head to his cheek. "And be careful with that shooter". 

He quickly spins around and walks away smirking as he imagines when the blood on his face will no longer be just a drip.