Bloody Bullets

Blue eyes

Only soft humming and occasional deep breathes could be heard on top of a building, the man dressed in dark blue clothing sat on the ground setting up a scope on his sniper. Him humming an old tune his mother would sing to him when he was child before everything went bad. He made sure his scope was centered and wouldn't come out of focus when the target came around. He felt the earpiece in his ear buzz, he rolled his eyes and pressed the talk button.

"Blue, do you copy?"

Blue scowled at the voice of his so called 'master'. He wanted the throw himself off this building for even listening to the man in the other end of the line. He brought his hand back up to the button and huffed.

"What is it Lotor." Blue spat, flipping the switch on the piece to not constantly bring his hand up to talk. He continued to mess with his scope, putting his eye through to see if he had a good range of the building if needed.

"Don't be like that, my little blue. What is your visual?" Lotor purred, Blue gagged at the nickname Lotor called him. Wishing he was the one that was getting a bullet through his scull. He laid down on the building top getting in position, seeing cars pull up.

"I see the target now, ready to fire when told sir." Blue informed, he heard Lotor hum from the other end of the line. He looked through the scope seeing bodyguards getting out the car first, waiting for his target to get out next.

"Aim for the fatal organs, I want him dead blue!" Lotor said dangerously low, Blue signed at the demand. He saw his target get out the car and waited for the perfect opportunity to take his shot. Once the target was in open range, he took the shot, the kickback of it firing put a smile on his face. Blue looked through the scope once again to see his target lying on the ground with blood surrounding him. He quickly picked up the scope and unassembled it the fastest he could.

"Is it done?" Lotor asked a few minutes later, Blue hummed and put the scope in a disguised rifle case. Shutting it and hauling it over his shoulder, walking to the exit. The case looking like a guitar was inside of it. If only people knew it was quite the opposite instead.

"Yes sir." Blue answers quickly, rushing down the stairs. Making sure his case wasn't bouncing around, the gun inside being the most important thing in his life.

"Good. Your payment will be in the mail later today." Lotor said and the call went dead, the signature blue handkerchief covering his face becoming hot on his face as he ran down the stairs. Everyone knew of Blue, people were scared of him and didn't want to be on his hit list. He was the number one wanted assassin in almost all fifty states. His gloves were sticking to his hands so perfectly it was almost like another layer of skin.

Blue walked off to the side of the building and smirked, the sound of sniper firing still played fresh in his mind. He always loved the sound of a firing gun. So satisfying, but also terrifying. Once he saw his motorcycle he put the case in the back and strapped it safely to the vehicle. He took off his mask, pulling down his hoodie, and slipped on his blue helmet. Once he turned it on it automatically turned blue, the purr of the engine making him smile. He kicked up the metal piece that held it up and quickly sped off town the street of New York City. He felt so free while riding his motorcycle, away from everything, killing people, away from Lotor, away from all his problems flying away as he sped by. As he was getting farther and farther away, he turned off the lights surrounding the motorcycle, making it look totally different so he doesn't get identified.

Once he saw his penthouse building he quickly, parked his bike and hopped off. Taking off his helmet, only to carry it on his side then to walk inside. He went to the elevator and went up to the top floor.