.The Eraser.

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Atara bobbed her head back against the dirty wall and looked at the ceiling above her. The ceiling was an ugly brown that didn't catch her interest at all. She looked back out of the small window of the ancient tower she was in and, finally her interest peaked. The people down at the podium cheered and shouted with excitement. To her, the excitement seemed forced and emphatic. Still the people clapped and whistled with glee.

Then she saw him. The prime minister of Mandossa.

He was quite fat, but that was probably because all the food resources went to him and his members of parliament and not the people. The people of this beautiful island were starving and struggling to live freely. He, his father and grand father had ruled this country for over 60 years. Atara did not like the suffering that these people endured.

They were forced to oblige to the many laws that the ruling family had instilled on them. Ofcourse he was a dictator and a little crazy for that fact. He murdered many innocent people if they did not comply with his rules and threw half of most of them in torture prisons. Infact about one-third of the population were in torture prisons, because they couldn't pay the really high taxes to his 'Highness'.

'What a pig.', Atara whispered to herself with disdain.

The prime minster walked with authority and the aura of power was around him. He looked at the people in front of him and was proud. He was proud that he kept the legacy that his father and grandfather left him. He waved his chubby arm in the air with a high sense of pride. The whole world didn't approve of his dictatorship, but he didnt care what they thought. In his head,he ruled the world.

Atara had positioned herself properly now. She was lying flat on her belly, watching him carefully. She watched the prime minister walk up the steps of the podium. He was smiling broadely,waving at the people in front of him as he approached the top. To Atara he was taking his time. She needed to do this in ten seconds. That was the deadline.

'Perfect.', she remarked to herself as he stood directly to her. Although he was some 70 meteres or so from where she was, she could handle it. The fat man continued waving at the people.

The small and big hand had reached the little 12 on her wrist watch. The time was 12.00pm and Atara readied herself. She looked through the sniper scope and saw how she was right on target. She diligently pulled the trigger. A single shot was fired. She used a semi-automatic rifle which was convenient in situations like this.

And then the confused screams began.

Atara had no time to check if she had really done her job but she knew,from the chaotic screams and shouts of surprise down below that the sniper's rifle did not fail her. She had to hurry up and get out of there. It wouldn't be too long before the guards below noticed the high window and figured it out.

Actually as she was quickly packing the rifle's components in her big black bag, she saw through the small window, some people in uniforms pointing their index fingers at the tower. They started to speak through their walkie talkies and since she had one she heard all they were saying.

''Check the tower! Check the tower! I repeat..check the tower!,someone said frantically. 

"Rodger that!", a few responded with the same tone.

Atara hurriedly grabbed the big black bag and ran out of the room she was in. The tower had two doors; one could only enter through the one at the bottom right and go out through the one at the bottom left. That is how the tower was designed and that was an advantage to Atara. She had enough time to descend the stairs and dodge who ever was coming up from the other side. It would be a problem if they were guards or the police waiting for her, outside the exit door.

Heart beating frantically, she made the risk and opened the exit door. Atara sighed in relief. Fortunately no one was waiting for her. They must have all gone in. As she ran out and quickly closed the door behind her, she could hear the shouts of the people chasing her from the tower.

''This way!This way! HURRY UP MEN!''.

This fueled her to run even faster. There was no telling what they would do to her for killing the prime minister. Apparently throwing people in torture prisons was in fashion and she did not want to be any part of that.

The atmosphere outside was chaotic as expected. Although it was a big contrast from the shinning sun and blue sky. One could tell that it was meant to be a peaceful day. People were running away from the podium in confusion and in fear of being hit themselves. Atara did not like it that she had caused this much frenzy, but it had to be done. She also did not enjoy killing people, even if they were the worst creatures on Earth. But she had no choice, it was her duty to the world.

She ran as fast as she could across the grounds and into the streets. People were every where and there was no way anyone could be suspicious. The big black bag was her biggest enemy at the moment. It kind of stood out, but no one seemed to care. They treasured their lives more.

Atara quickly turned her head over her shoulder and she was proud of losing the men after her.She looked around in panic. Where was her escape? She pondered. At that moment she stopped running and relief rushed through her. Her face lighted up.

''TAXI!'', she shouted almost out of breath. 

As her blue colored escape plan pulled up beside her,she quickly opened the back door and got in. Without wasting any time she said quickly to the driver, ''Airport and Fast!". They drove away, leaving the confused scene behind.

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