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002 ␈ FELL DOWN ONCE, SHOOTING TWO MANY

FELL DOWN ONCE, SHOOTING TWO MANY

⚠️ mentions killing, mature language, obsessive behaviour

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SECOND PERSON POV

YOU HISSED AT THE PAIN IN YOUR NECK as it continued stinging, closing your eyes and leaning back into the concrete wall. When you open your eyes again, you run a hand through your hair... What happened stresses you a little, not gonna lie. Sighing, you look up, eyes visibly disturbed still at what happened. Get it together, (Name). In this line of work, creeps like that should be normal.

You give yourself a mini sighing exercise, calming both your heartbeat and composure. As the grand clock rang at 5, you mentally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder, nodding. You can do this, Fell won't wake up until later on, and you need a change of clothes.

Maybe pass by an antique shop after the mission? That, or a normal, boring one. You blew a cherry, little eye bags adorning your features as you rub the sleepiness away. No sleep or not, this mission has to end today. No more teaming up with the creepy shit in any future events! Better yet, just kill him if he ever pisses you off! (That was just as bad, and you know it! Your boss wouldn't want that for sure...)

Your eyes look up at the ladder to reach the back mechanics of the grand clock, you shake your head and stand up from your position. Disgust formed in your eyes as you see the specks of dust lightly sticking to your skin, and you immediately brush it off as well as the ones in your butt. Grabbing your weapons first and arming yourself, you made a mental note that everything was secured, before slinging the bag with the sniper on your shoulder.

I need a long sleep after this.

Then, you climb yourself up the ladder, checking the time constantly at the side. You always wonder what was the point of having a different time teller inside the grand clock, but they probably always repair this old geezer that they have to be reminded and adjust according to what time it is when it is not working.

A yawn escapes your lips, prepping the sniper in front of you and putting you in a secure and stable position. After that, you stood up, stretching your tense muscles and cracking your neck. A 'mmm' escapes your mouth, mind clearly satisfied with your morning administrations. As you glance again at the time teller, seeing it strike exactly 5:43, you lay on the ground, reloading your sniper with a bullet and peeping an eye into the scope.

Your eye can clearly see from a distance with this weapon, heartbeat thumping faintly from your wrist. You aimed the line of sight at the window, breathing steady, double checking it was the same location your boss (and Fell's!) had told you yesterday. It was the same, you just gotta wait until the clock struck 6- informants say he always passes by here at the exact time, maybe for some early work preparation or that he had just woken up. Whatever he does, you don't really care, calming your heartbeat and breath as you patiently wait for your target.

It's a beautiful day outside, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming. On days like this, - A familiar figure comes in sight of your scope's range. You furrow your eyebrows, your finger ready to pull the trigger. - people like you, should go to hell. -As you get a clear look at your target, you aim for his larynx. Simply put, you didn't want him to shout- like he'll actually survive this baby girl anyway?- You just don't wanna take your chances.