Prices We Pay ..

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A sniper who has to kill a close friend

Submitted: August 09, 2012

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I could see my warm breath puffing and twisting in the freezing winter’s air, the very tip of my nose had gone numb with the cold, and I could feel the onset of hypothermia setting in as I lay high on a rooftop in the snow. The city looked beautiful at night, all the light dully reflected off the snow covered ground and the city seemed to radiate warmth and serenity. The city ways bustling and busy as usual, the fuzzed-up shapes of what I assumed to be people moved below, hurrying about, not knowing or seeming to care that one of them was about to die. I propped my body up on my elbows, lining the sniper-gun up in my sites and shivered at the coolness of the deadly metal that pressed close to my cheek as I began seeking my target. I let my eyes wander around the snow-covered street and felt somewhat calm considering I was just about to commit cold-blooded murder. My employer had given my all the necessary details to search and destroy, and for a hefty price too. After this job, I may never have to work again; though it did mean murdering one of my closest friends in cold blood. I snapped out of it, shaking my head violently, blinking a million times to keep tears from my eyes. It had to be done. It was just a job, nothing more; I would just have to manage the guilt.

There.

There she was, her sleek blonde hair glimmered in the moonlight, looking stark and out of contrast to the dull, muddy-snow streets. She looked as beautiful as ever, clasping the hand of her 5-year-old daughter in her own hand and she hurried down the street, trying to get home to the safety of her apartment, but she and her daughter kept slipping on the ice and gigging giddily. With a sad sigh, I lined up the shot and took a deep breath. I needed this, she would understand. I have a family, just like she does except she has everything. And I can barely scrounge up the money for bread. All I had to do was pull the trigger and that would all change. I levelled myself, letting myself relax into the familiar curves of my gun and rested my finger on the trigger. I took a deep breath and just as I was about to pull the trigger, she looked at me. It was impossible that she could see me, I was at least 40 floors above her, but in the magnified view of the scope, horror and fear dominated her beautiful features. I swallowed and prayed to whoever judged me at the end of this horrible life would understand, and pulled the trigger.


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