Lockdown [ON HOLD]

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒 ♛

❛Don't fashion me into the maiden that needs saving from a dragon. I am the dragon, and I will eat you whole.❜

~ Unknown

|𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑|

I ran my fingers across the sleek collections of snipers.

"This one," I murmured and the clerk walked over with a key.

"You sure a pretty girl like you can handle this bad boy?"

Good question.

"I'm sure I'll manage," was all I could say.

It had been a long time before I had shot with this specific gun. The last time being when Minerva and I were on a mission. Once it was over, I didn't dare to pull its trigger. I cried myself to sleep for nights on, but the guilt kept eating me until I was numb.

I donated Sheba to this specific shooting range, where I would stare at her, but never try her.

"Finally picking it up," Skylar asked, giving me a good pat, "You deserve her. Look, I don't know why you stopped being a sniper but you're one of the best. I've seen the footage. You'll do fine."

I almost scoffed, Tell that to my heart.

Walking up the stairs, I mustered up enough courage to open the door. My feet carried me to the edge of the building as if they knew where they wanted to be. I sat down and place the sniper in my lap, staring at my target.

Incoherent words raced through my head. It was cold and cloudy yet I was sweating.

You'll kill her! You keep running, never able to face your fears. Pathet -

I tuned out the voices. They were always ready to bring me down.

Always. Fucking. There.

Taking a deep breath, I slipped out a magazine from my back pocket and closed my eyes. I moved my eyes around, trying to remember orders from certain mission. I searched around until one spoke to me.

Blackwood, you have ten seconds to eliminate three targets! Go!

My eyes snapped open as I fumbled through the gun, clicking various locks and triggers. I put in the magazine before laying down and stilling my trembling body.

Well, as much as I could anyway.

I looked through the magnifier, the red dot wavering exactly where I wanted it to be.

My heart raced faster, the voices became louder. I shut them out and focused on the target, keeping my eyes from dropping their salty tears.

My hand was on the trigger when my surroundings changed a little. No longer was I just in the shooting range, I was at my last site of my last job.

Instead of the target, I saw Minerva, holding a gun at his head. I looked up to see my mother being held at gunpoint, my father trying to knock his guards out. I shook my head to take off the rain water.