random oneshots

The Hawk's Eye

A lot of things are annoying, but one of them? Walking into a room and forgetting why you were there. But there are things far worse than that, like trying to shoot someone and missing. Doing that could mean my job. What's my job? I'm glad you asked. I kill people for a living. My name? Well, let's go with Riza for now. Riza Hawkeye. At least, that's what I was called before all this happened. Now? I'm just the Hawk's Eye.

I swept my gun across the field, looking for him. I needed to find him, before he found me. Silently, I loaded a bullet into the chamber. The rustling of the bush behind me caught my attention. I pretended to scan the field until I heard a single footstep directly behind me. In one swift motion, I whirled around and yanked my knife out of the holster. I pressed it against the pale skin on his neck, and laughed.

"Gotcha! I told you I was better at 'assassination classroom!'" My brother groaned and handed over the 50 cents we had bet. Assassination classroom is a game we play, where we have to "assassinate" each other. My small, 13 year old self struggled with sliding the knife back in, but my big brother, Roy, slid it in for me. He was 19, but he was my best friend. We did everything together. Today was the last day before he was deployed to the other side of the world...For 3 years. He had just come back after 5 months, and I had barely been able to stand that. How was I going to get through my brother being gone for so long? I sighed, thinking it over as we walked home, the setting sun turning the knee height grass golden.

2 months later...

I leaned against the window, bored. All I could think about was Roy. Why can't he just stay home? Why did he go into the military? Questions rang through my head as my mother walked in.

"Riza? Can I speak with you? It's about your brother." I jumped up, joy flooding my body before I saw Mom's tear streaked face. Confusion, and then disbelief.

"No. He can't. He-He..." I paused, my vision blurring with tears.

"HE PROMISED!" I screamed before collapsing to the ground. I don't know how long I sat there crying, but eventually, I woke up from sleeping, my back sore from sleeping on the floor. I stood up shakily and stumbled to the front door. As soon as it was closed, I ran as fast as I could to the hill where I had last won assassination classroom. I had won.

"He promised he wouldn't die..." I croaked, my head pounding from the pain of crying for hours. As if a cork had been pulled, I felt all emotion drain out. I was numb. I turned and walked back into the house, careful not to slam the door. All I could think of was the gun resting on the display on my wall. I climbed in bed and fell asleep.

*5 years later*

The same gun rested in my arms, and I aimed it at the target. Now, shooting was a pass time. I shot a bullseye 3 times in a row. The phone in my balk pocket buzzed, telling me I had a text. I pulled it out and unlocked it. I opened up the conversation.

Next Target: Roy Hawkeye

I stopped, and felt the first emotion in years. Rage. My boss was the only person I trusted, and Roy Hawkeye was dead. He had been dead for a long time. I threw my phone into the air and shot it. The screen cracked, and the bullet went straight through the screen. The phone slammed into the ground, breaking apart. The gorilla glass screen was on one side of the room while the motherboard and back was against the opposite wall.

"Bullet proof my-"

"Lieutenant Hawkeye."

I turned around and my superior was leaning against the wall, glaring at me. My face turned red with rage, but I knew that if I yelled at him, my job would go out the window. His cliche trench coat rustling as he moved.