- ˏˋ knockout | levihan ff ˊˎ -

SNIPE

"Target acquired, prepare for aim"

It's a funny thing, how a single movement can take a life, hell sometimes more than just one. But after a couple of times, you couldn't help but become numb to the overwhelming guilt and disgust that you felt towards yourself.

You feed yourself the lie that it was all you could do.

Yes, because all you could do was take lives.

The black haired man, though from his height and features he could easily be mistaken for a young adult, pulled a mask across his face, dead eyes locked on a far away target. Picking up the charcoal gun, he hissed as the cold metal stung  his slender fingers, a far contrast to the sweltering heat all around.

"Preparing to aim. 3.2.1..."

The brunette in the distance dropped dead, her briefcase clattering onto the floor, and shocked screams and gasps littering the street. They turned their confused heads in every possible direction, trying to find a culprit, or at least someone who could take the blame, someone to make look bad as the rest of the world pitied them as unsuspecting onlookers. Witnesses to a tragic event. 

Levi, however was as gone as quickly as he came, leaving the rooftop and slipping away behind a water tank. He grabbed his phone, a sleek black Samsung, though brand meant nothing to him, he was going to dispose of it soon enough, and dialed a number waiting for the deep baritone voice of his handler to resonate through.

"I presume you are done Ackerman?" The voice asked, sounding slightly bored. He could imagine the tall blonde man sitting at his desk, ears glued to his expensive phone, marking another target off his 'to kill' list. 

"Yes, I'm done." Levi  replied his voice deadpanned and devoid of emotion, after all what use does an assassin have for emotions? None, if anything they were a hindrance he was grateful to get rid of. 

"And the briefcase?" The voice questioned. 

Eyes wide, the short man hissed, annoyed at the incompetence of his handler, and the stress of having to give chase.

"Mike, I always tell you, if you're going to change the job tell me before I head out, tch, I don't have time for this." walking as he talked, Levi returned to his former place on the rooftop and scoured his surroundings for any police. A complication he preferred to avoid.

While he spotted none, he did see something that caused him to punch the ground angrily, cursing up a storm though no one heard it but himself

A glasses wearing brunette had made off with the briefcase, which he knew was full of dangerous chemicals. The strangest thing about her was the she ran. She didn't run in a straight line, but instead zig zagged across the street, every moment jumping up and clapping her hands, shouting random, childish words like "YAHOO" and "WHOOP". Levi couldn't believe his eyes, was this girl for real? More importantly, why had no one noticed? He took his gaze of her and performed a quick double take at the scene to his right. He could easily tell the had all been drugged and could just about spot the discarded syringe at the feet of a bystander. Just who the hell was he up against? Shaking it off, he attempted to aim at her, but her insane running prevented him from acquiring a secure target.

"Props to her." he muttered, laying his cold weapon down and cracking his knuckles, preparing to give chase to the mad thief that had taken off with his briefcase. Scaling the building, he sprinted after her, his short legs proving no hindrance as he caught up with her easily, although, he had noticed she had begun to slow down considerably. Low stamina? He doubted it, but alas his train of thought was cut short as a syringe bound its way towards his jugular and if it were anyone else they'd have been dead. But he hadn't earned the name of humanity's strongest for no reason, and this was proven as he not only dodged the syringe, but also caught it, throwing back at her.