Aim To Engage 2019

Action Prompt- Photobombed

I shot the gun before I noticed a bright flash. I looked down at the crowd as people started screaming in fear, I looked down at the car and me eyes widened with surprise.

I just shot the president.

The truth is, I never meant to shoot the president, I was just distracted by the flash of the camera, I meant to shoot the driver of the car. An old friend of mine had a grudge against him and it was gonna be an early birthday present. But then that stupid camera went off and now I'm gonna die because of a stupid photographer.

My feet and hands moved without thought but my eyes were still searching the crowd for the unlucky person who snapped a picture with me in it. By the time I saw them I was already on the street, trying to blend in with the pandemonium.

The photographer was rounding a corner and sprinting away from the mess and I quickly followed. They wound around a bunch of back streets and alleys so fast I could barely keep up. Finally they stopped to catch a breath.

"Give me the camera." My voice came out hoarse from the running. The photographer's head shot up and their eyes filled with fear.

"N- no please! I worked three extra shifts just so that I could afford it, please!" The photographer's eyes seemed to grow with fear to an unrealistic amount.

"It's just, you have a picture on there, that has me in it, and I don't want to be in it." This time I spoke softly, way more soft then I wanted to.

"O-ok, um." The photographer took the camera from the bag and opened it up. "Which one?" They turned the camera around and I took it carefully. They reluctantly let go, suspicious of me. The photographer was just a by-stander and if I did any other murdering to get rid of the witness, or if I broke the camera the photographer would be mad and call a tip on me. Both of these things would be catastrophic.

I flipped through the pictures, most of them were just artsy ones of flags back lighted by the sun. Then I found it, the president sat in his car waving, and you could see me in the corner of the screen squared up with my gun. I deleted the picture.

"Is there anyway you would be able to bring that back?"

"Yeah, but I promise I won't, I didn't really have the greatest pictures on there anyway."

Sirens were blaring in the distance. I handed the photographer their camera and started heading off before I stopped and turned to face them.

"Don't tell anyone of this, or I will find you."

"O-ok."

I turned to walk away with a smirk, and as I rounded the corner I heard a small goodbye from the photographer. Maybe I would be seeing them again, but definitely not to kill them.