Just an old topical battle I had against Kontajyuz...

My best written piece ever.


"Assassination"

...My Target In Reach...My Gun Is Ready...
...My Life At Stake As Well...

I inhale the smoke of my cigarrette...adjust the gun as I walk in the park...
...I am silent as death...my cloak blacker than the shadow of the dark
The path is clear...the mist surrounding the ladder...the ventalation system...
...My life at stake...just as my target...another sniper poised if I miss him
My fingers touch the cold bar of steel...my pulse begins to quicken...
...A silent foot climbs on...the realization of urgency of my mission
What seems like decades...I am at the gaping hole of the air flow shaft...
...The mockery...the sweat...the soft murmur of a person's laugh
I crawl on my stomach...the light ahead of me shows me my entrance...
...I cock the barrely once...and I peer the man who I to seal a death sentance
A happy man...a glass of brandy in hand...his daughter's head in the other...
...The little girl is snuggled with her father...where in the world was her mother?
The happy fat man...sets his glass down, and walks the stairs to the stage...
...My head pulses with my heart beating...I am so nervous and so afraid
The thought in the back of my mind...the other sniper...he was here...
...A flash of a gun barrell...just on the opposite side of the golden chandelier
"We are gathered here tonight..."...begins the happy man's speech...
...My freedom of death...I laughed...so very much in my hand's reach
"...To talk about cancer..."...My finger stops short...of realeasing the bullet...
...The little girl joins her father on the pedastal...Come on, I say to my self...Fulfill it
"My mommy and daddy passed away from cancer...Mr. Johnson is all I have left..."
...A conflict in my mind...the same Mr. Johnson I'm supposed to put to death
My mind races...somebody for that little girl...boy for her that would be nice...
...Then I realize...to fulfill it...it would be my life as a sacrafice
I look again to the other sniper...awaiting for him to release his itching finger...
...That girl's happiness...what I would loose...the insane thoughts linger
I have little time left...If I didn't shoot quick...the other sniper would...
...I am ready to pull the trigger...but I still don't know if I really should
I am trembling...what do I do..? MY FINGER SLIPS!!! SHIT I'M INSANE!!!
...Just as Mr. Johnson drops dead...I hear the bang of a bullet enter my brain...