Breath.
In and out, slowly.
Just breath.
Breath in the fresh air.
The air that will soon be filled with the scent of death.
The air that will be stained by crimson.
Take the shot.
Shoot him.
Make him fall to the ground in disbelief.
He didn't think you could do it anyway.
Aim.
Ready.
Fire.
A silver shining bullet glides through the air, hitting my target straight in the head, with me watching him fall. I'd never missed a shot anyway. I always go through the same procedure. Pump myself up, and when the time is right, shoot. I get up, standing straight and tall, and walk off of the roof. As I cruse down the stairs, I hear footsteps slowly inching closer.
I can hear the soft, yet so crisp, steps coming toward me.
I strap my sniper rifle around my shoulders and push it into my back. My hand slowly moves towards my leg, where I store my small pistol. I retrieve it from my pant leg, and aim between the almost microscopic gap in between two flights of stairs. I slow down my breathing, and focus on what's between the stairs. Suddenly, I hear the footsteps stop. I position myself to shoot upon sighting, but nobody shows. Disappointed, I lower my gun and make quick steps forward, making as little noise as possible. As I move closer to where I heard the footsteps coming from, I start to see a shadow of what looks like a very muscular figure standing completely still. I point my gun forward, ready to shoot, and continue walking.
Slow.
Steady.
Win this race.
My eyes are soon met with a horribly gruesome sight. A crimson pool of blood, shining in the dim light.
I take in a deep breath, and step forward, watching the blood flow seemingly endlessly in a stream.
Even though I'm considered a hardcore assassin, I still get a bit queasy. So, when I happened to follow the blood trail to the source, I screeched a little. There was a man hanging from the ceiling, bleeding from where his fingers used to be, and from his neck, where a rope was hanging around his neck. Carved into his body were the letters:
LGB
You're next.
I didn't know how to react. So I just stood there, like an idiot, gun in hand, and when the cops decided they wanted to take me, I agreed and went with then with no struggle.
