It's the third marking period of Nicholas's second year (of training). He used to be a good shot, but now he's working harder on it. "Hey, thanks to my hard work, I'm in top five of long-range support, sniper class!" The five friends laughed and continued their drills. Then, judgement day called. It was the first day of the marking period, meaning pre-test day. Usually, the tests were lenient. But today, Nicholas, along with Jonathan and the others, were caught completely off-guard.
"Line up opposite each other. Jonathan Veronica, Samantha Nicholas, Wilson and the dummy."
Wilson must be the silent brown-head. They lined up accordingly and grabbed their water rifles. "Real ones. One shot. Take aim."
Their hands stuttered in decision and then snatched them up, one by one, and it took about ten minutes instead of the four brisk seconds to prepare themselves, mentally and physically. In that time, the instructor had hung targets from the ceiling over/behind everyone's heads.
They all stepped to the far sides of the room, extending into the firing range and raising the bullet-proof glass. The class- Nicholas, Jonathan, Veronica, Samantha, and Wilson- raised their weapons and peered through the scope. Nicholas, with the pressure, accidentally closed an eye as he calculated the rock of the rifle and placed his index finger over the trigger.
"Fire at will!" The three words cut all of their fingers, making them flinch and snap the trigger.
They didn't even put on their headphones. Five sniper shots rang through the school, its ringing of death hanging in the students' ears.
There were three bullseyes.
One shot less than a millimeter away from center.
The second had, like stated, been a bullseye.
The third was in the innermost ring.
And a bullet was caught by a face.
His arm was quaking, and he set the rifle down nimbly.
Everyone gasped. Nicholas the most of all. Veronica was sprawled against the wall, her head a red sun with rays of... with rays on the wall. Jonathan ran to her side and started shaking her violently. Wilson walked up to the instructor and whispered fiercely into his ear. Samantha turned away hurriedly, and soon she threw up. Nicholas's eyes failed him. He could no longer see anything, he was too busy thinking, crying, shouting, and stuttering.
This... this wasn't Jonathan's fault. But... we should always be prepared for a split-second order, or a critical moment where there's no time to waste asking permission to shoot. But... if this had happened in the field... I can't think of that! How could I think of that?! It happened here, and Veronica didn't even get a shot out! T-this... this... this must've been what Benjamin had done. This must've been what he saw. What he lived. What he did.
"God..." Nicholas turned away from the expressionless corpse.
"How... " Wilson spoke up. He closed his eyes and walked out of the room.
"Students Jonathan and Veronica have been terminated from this class, and for the reasons, they will be moved to infantry." Just like Benjamin! The instructor was vacuous. In fact, if Nicholas didn't know any better, he'd have thought the instructor to have a vacant conscious, if any. A robot with a person's face.
"No... ... no, this isn't right. No! I won't accept this anymore! Guys, my name, it's Patrick! Patrick I tell you! Don't let them tell-" The instructor slammed his fist into Jonathan's nose, his body flying towards the wall like a magnet.
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Field of Vision
AçãoI have no real experience in the military. Just putting that out there. I'm 8th grade. This story contains quite the blood scenes but I've died them down. In the works. No cursing. I feel like mature is for adults, so I didn't want to put it here bu...
