Fearless {h.s} (#Wattys2015)

My eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, my breathing heavy and labored, skin slick with sweat as I stood at the ready, jaw clenched, two hands wrapped around the gun, pointer finger on the trigger; ready to fire. My eyes scoured every inch of the blonde man in front of me. His blue eyes were blown wide, his lips parted as he panted, hands in front of him in surrender.

“I warned you not to fuck with me.” My voice came out breathy, lips barely moving as i spoke. The air was so thick with tension, it could be cut with a knife.

“I-I swear i d-didn’t mean any h-harm!!” The man exclaimed, his voice on the verge of pleading. I rolled my eyes at his weak attempt to change my mind. I had already decided his death the moment I laid eyes on him. He was visibly shaking by this point, his white tee shirt sticking to his torso, hair damp with sweat. He was truly and utterly terrified.

My jaw locked tighter at his cowardly words, scoffing.

“In our world there is not room for your fear. If i do not kill you now, someone else will only do it later.” I spoke, my voice ringing out clear in the darkening forest.

A shadow of terror crossed his features.

I pulled the trigger.