The Bodyguard

The Mindtrick

In his hideaway the shooter, killer, sadist, phsycopath, sociapath, whatever people like call him these days, paces in his hideout with three guys standing in front of him. He didn't bother to learn there names, they probably wouldn't have given him their real ones anyway. 

"When I sent you into the club, I wanted you to be discrete, just to scare him a little, not march in there holding a gun to his back" he says angrily.

"Sir, we tried to be discrete but the girl-" the shortest one begins to say, but the killer finds himself annoyed at the sound of his voice.

"No, you weren't discrete. That girl, who kicked your asses by the way, knew what you were doing before you even got in the club. Even the band kid, knew something was up" he says with such an eery calmness, it concerns the three guys.

The killer turns his back to them and smiles to himself. As mad as he is that they failed to complete their job, he loves screwing with peoples minds. Making them think they're safe right before pulling the gun on them, the silence before a storm. The three guys are puppets and he holds their strings, telling when to sit, stand, dance, kill. But they faught against their strings, and didn't follow his instructions. So it's time to cut their strings, and what happens when you cut a puppetts strings? It falls limp and stays there, not able to control itself. 

With his back still facing them, he takes a deep breathe and relaxes all the muscles in his body but keeps his good posture, showing a sense of calmness but confidence. He then slowly but not an eery slow, just a taking his time slow, turns around. He stands a comfterable distance away and uncrosses his arms letting them hang loose at his sides. He even softens his eyes and even gives the tiniest of smiles, like the parent trying to explain to their crying kid that they didn't suck at their soccer game even though they did. 

With a soothing voice he says "I know you tried". The three guys finally pick their eyes off the floor and look at the killer with a quick feeling of hope, that maybe he won't bring any harm to them.

Keeping his body language soft and comforting he says "But I also know you failed. And while usually I don't get the same satisfaction when killing males than I do females, I might just enjoy this one". 

He watches the three guys eyes turn from relief to confusion to fear. He smiles as they glance around the room for exits and/or weapons but only he knows that are none, and while they may think for a second that they can take him, that second is going to be fleeting awfully fast.

As he knocks each guy to the ground and begins to imagine how he wants to take care of each of them, he thinks about his own strings. He knows he's a puppet also with his own strings, and wonders what if he cut his own strings? Would he be able to control them himself. He knows who is holding his strings and he knows how to get rid of them. The key to being nobodies puppet but his own, is the girl.