The plan was simple: take him out and leave. But I guess revenge never cares much for plans.
So I shifted my aim to my own target, and in the end, it was that hunger for revenge that pulled the trigger.
A rush of adrenaline hit me. As I watched the body fall to the ground, a smile spread across my face—but it faded as soon as it had formed. This was it, the moment I'd dreamed of so many times.
I catched myself waiting. Where was the ecstasy? As I stood there I realized that the satisfaction wasn't going to come.
My blood felt boiling hot, but beneath the fire lay a cold emptiness. I should've felt triumphant, but instead, I was paralysed. A memory flashed to my mind—a flash of faces, promises, of words like "honor" and "revenge" that should mean something. Wasn't this supposed to make it better? Wasn't this supposed to make it right?
Maybe it wasn't.
Some kind of disappointment hit me, but reality hit me harder.
Someone in the room was looking in my direction. As soon as they lifted their arm up, pointing to me, that arm was shot backwards--In a literal sense. The glass of another window spread across the air of the room and you could hear another shot. EU, who was lifting his arm, was hit right into his arm and his body was thrown backwards by the force of the bullet.
"Oh no", I whispered as I watched chaos invading the meeting room in the building across, "shit, shit, shit, shit", my feet stumbled me backwards, "shit, shit—Fuck!" I grabbed his sniper. I dropped it. "Fuck!" I picked it up. Mask on, bag onto my back. Straight to the exit. "Okay, okay, okay..."
Wait.
I tried to detect someone else on the rooftops. He wasn't stupid, maybe he had sent someone to keep an eye on me? But why on earth had they shot?
"Fuck this shit", I burst through the door.
If there was in fact someone else, then they'd witnessed me killing NATO. Murdering NATO.
Not even my original target, not the job I was here for.
"Fuck."
Even the rifle had a jagged end. It couldn't have gone worse.
And it was me digging my own grave again.
How weirdly typical.
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Fanfic"You make me the villain-No, you make yourselves the heroes. And what does that leave me? You make me the bad guy and then ask for kindness. Well now you'll have to beg for it."
