As I peer through the scope of my sniper rifle, the world around me seems to fade into the background, leaving only the target in sharp focus. The man I've been tracking for years now stands confidently. His arrogance is palpable, but so is the danger he poses to the innocent lives caught in his web of crime.
My heart pounds in my chest as I take a deep breath, steadying my aim. I remind myself of the countless lives he's destroyed, the families torn apart by his ruthlessness. Today, I have the chance to put an end to his reign of terror, to bring justice to those who have suffered at his hands.
With unwavering determination, I align the crosshairs of my scope with his silhouette, focusing on his chest. Every muscle in my body tenses as I prepare to take the shot. Time seems to slow to a crawl as I wait for the perfect moment, for the opportunity to strike.
Suddenly, he pauses, sensing something amiss. My finger hovers over the trigger, waiting for the split-second window of opportunity. In that moment, I am calm, focused, and utterly determined to see justice served.
Just as I prepare to take the shot, a sudden commotion behind me shatters my concentration. I glance over my shoulder to see my son, his eyes wide with panic, rushing towards me. Before I can react, he reaches out and grabs hold of the rifle, his voice urgent and desperate.
"Mom, stop!" he cries out, his words echoing. "You can't do this!" Confusion and concern flood my mind as I try to comprehend his sudden appearance and the gravity of his words. My heart races with a mixture of fear and frustration, torn between the mission I've trained for and the love I feel for my son.
"Please, Mom," he pleads, his grip tightening on the rifle. "I know you want justice, but this isn't the way. You're better than this. This is her fucking father and not some Warlord at this point. Imagine how she'd feel if she found out you killed her father. This is Rose we're talking about! She's the reason Godfather has a chance in this--this massacre.
Else, he'd be dead! She's sacrificed enough already just as Dad has. She may be of the same blood with that monster but she's also a teenager just like me." His words pierce through the haze of my determination, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. Guilt washes over me as I realize the impact my actions could have on my son, on our family.
I sigh and release the trigger taking a step back and hugging my son. Although I was surprised to see him here after putting him on tight security with my gang members. Bit at this point none of all that mattered... for now.
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I had a feeling someone was watching; that woman. The one I had switched my gun with earlier. She seemed like a good snipe mistress, I know one when I see one. But nevertheless, I strike again and again till he was at my Mercy; The Sabel Reaper, bleeding. So was I.
"Kill me and my daughter will come for you. She'll have her revenge as will the Red Devils!" He says with a low voice, breathing profusely.
"Look at yourself. How pitiful you're are. Even your daughter resents you." I land a punch in his face. It was just us up here and only one can come out alive.
"You know nothing about my daughter! How dare you speak for her?! She follows my rules, just like her mother."
"Exactly what got her killed, old man." I retort.
"No! No! No! That's not what happened. She was assassinated by one of those lowly thugs from a wretched clan. And I will hunt them down and kill them all." He yells.
"I can only promise you one thing-- to take good care of Red. She truly deserves better. And you, you deserve another chance to go see your wife. So, I'll grant you that." I smile wickedly, showing off my teeth in the moonlight.
I bring out my gun and point it at him, eyes searching for fear while trying to taunt him even more. But he remained unfazed.
And then gunshots rattled the area, causing a big turn in the underground world but it was only just the beginning of the end. It was havoc.
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GUNS and GANGS
ActionPeter and Paul struggle to fit into the life of gangster they were born into. As their father's dark past comes into light, they must decide whether they would give in to it or change it
