Dreaming in Short Stories

Show Time

Hey, it's been a while. Sorry about that. I got sick and then I was back to college and working on my thesis. So, without further adieu, enjoy the chapter. =)

"No, I can handle this," Ira grumbled into her earpiece back to Carlos. This was her show to ruin, not his. "Stay at your own damn post."

She took a deep breath, the cool night air made her lungs burn, cleared her head at bit. She could feel her heart pulsing in her ears, the beautiful feel of adrenaline fueling her veins. Her long curly hair was blowing on the rooftop, traveling at maybe ten or twelve miles per hour.

She'd have to remember that.

Ira turned her wrist over to see her cheap glow in the dark watch.

Ten minutes till show time.

She turned her attention towards the large guitar case sitting to her right near the ledge, it was almost as if it was calling to her. Ira took one last glance towards the cityscape, fifty stories up and the brightly lit buildings almost seemed to be mocking her.

Ira grinned, no matter. They'd be singing for her in a moment.

She hummed in excitement as the locks clicked open. She grinned at the lovely instrument inside. Her slight five foot two frame shook with the effort to pull out the large rifle from its case. She ran a gloved finger down the barrel in appreciation before setting it up on the stone ledge. She lovingly looked into her scope, her target should be on stage any moment to give her induction speech. Silly girl. Didn't she know that no one wanted a dreamer like her to gain any power?

The room was overdone in reds and silvers, people were walking around in expensive suites and dresses. Wealth seeped off these people in waves.

It made Ira's trigger finger twitch.

Five minutes till show time.

Ira moved methodically, loading and readying the gun with practiced ease. Her finger ghosting over the trigger. This was the worst part of the job, the waiting. Ira felt that snipers were the most personal with their targets. They get to see them the moment before they died. She gets the privilege to see the light leave their eyes as they hit the ground and bleed out. She gets to hear the panicked screams of the crowd as they try to find the shooter.

They never did.

Three minutes till show time.

Ira was the best in her class, she never missed and she never got caught. It was why the government picked her out of all the other experiments. They even let her out of their sights now. Her handler was in another building watching a baby recruit, Lee. Thirteen years old, straight out of the lab and still twitchy seeing bright lights and standing in large crowds.

One minute till show time.

Ira smiled, and looked into her scope again. There she was, dressed in a bright green gown her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun. She might have been twelve.

A child.

What kind of event was this?

Ira could almost imagine the horrified face as the life left her green eyes. She was the target. She was younger than Lee...who at a year older was twitchy.

Ira grinned and waited till the young girl went up to the podium behind her was the big boss in his suit and tie. He liked to give orders and expected them to be taken. He didn't like young dreamers.

Therefore, Ira couldn't like young dreamers. The child shook his hands and opened her mouth to say something, but Ira couldn't read lips, she only followed orders.

It's show time.

She pulled the trigger with a grin. A body fell, loud and proud in a heap next to the podium. The screams started and Ira straightened herself out, quickly packed her rifle up. It would take them hours to figure out which building the shot came from and by then she'd be long gone.

I hope that you liked the chapter. It's a bit different from the last one. I should have another one out soon. =)

~Animerocker