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A story about a sniper

Submitted: December 11, 2012

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I knew my orders. I knew I had to obey them. The only thing I did not know, was what was about to happen. So here, I was, on top of a snowy mountain, shivering, hungry, and tired, and my mission was to assassinate my target... from 3 miles away.  My rangefinder was not faring much better, with frostbite setting In It was only a matter of time before we had to be lifted out.

“Hey, John, how are you doing “I said.

“Well, If you consider practically freezing to death doing well, I’m doing just fine” he said. I giggled to myself and thought, that person never loses his funny side, even If he is in a life or death situation. I told him we should get started and I got down.

“Ok, just no yelling” he said. I rolled my eyes.

“I have been in this field for 15 years, I think I know protocol.” I replied. “Now, let’s get to work” I muttered while I lined up my sights with the spot where my target would walk. I slowed my breathing, getting ready to shoot in between heartbeats. I was ready.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only 5 minutes, I saw my target. He was a middle aged, balding man with a grey beard and brown hair. Together, those two tones created quite a spectacle. I lined up my sights with his head and fired. After the smoke cleared and my heart rate went, back down John reminded me

“You should probably check if he is dead”.

“Of course he is dead John, I shot him in the head” I replied with a sharp almost condescending tone. John said back

“Are you sure roach? Because I think I still see movement”.

“Whaaa?“ I said as I moved the scope to my face to see “he is alive...” I was flabbergasted, I shot and I killed, I had never missed in my whole career, except of course, now.

 

 

After a long time of arguing and thinking, I had decided. “I’m going down John,” I said, “I should finish this job.” So I started down the mountain. I had never been so nervous in my life, even the time when I had breached a high security facility to finish someone off.

“Well, now I’m alone” I said to myself “there’s nothing to worry about... I have done worse and harder.” I reminded myself. However, In the back of my mind, although I didn’t know why, was a feeling of extreme anxiousness and worry. As I got closer to the hill’s bottom, the scene started to unravel. There was the crimson color of blood soaking Into the snow; there was a large, gaping, hole In the man’s shoulder, and fragments of bone sticking out of his shirt. The man was in extreme pain. As I walked closer to the site, Instead of the expected crawling away and yelling, the man just stared at me.

 “Why me?” he asked, “Why did It have to be me?” he said in a completely calm tone. Of course, I said nothing but he continued on, “I have lived a wonderful life of riches and love so, kill me if you must. I have done what I have needed to.” “I will never forget that statement” I thought as I came in for the kill. I will never forget the sound I heard when I stabbed him.

“It is time for a change,” I yelled, “I have served for long enough, I am DONE” the last word echoed around the valley getting quieter and quieter. I started towards the mountain.

I knew my orders. I knew I had to obey them. Only this time, they were from me.

 


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