"You want it?"
"Nah. You take it."
"You sure? 'Cause he's definitely in your area of expertise. Desert conditions an' all."
"No, no, I insist. Good practice for you, anyway."
"If I didn't know you, I'd kill you for that comment. Just keep your trap shut and spot for me, okay?"
"Alright…he's about a thousand, thousand 'n' twenty meters away. Wind is north-westerly, about 25 kph. S'that all you need, Your Highness?"
"Thought I told you to can the snarky comments." There was a short, quick clap and kick of the rifle. "There we go. Clean enough."
"The sunglasses looked pretty expensive, though. Shame you had to break 'em."
"What, you want to go back there and pick them up? Why don't you try now? I'm sure the guards will hand them over."
"Har har. Can we go now? I wanted to stop for some ice cream on the way back."
"One of these days, I swear I'm going to kill you."
"I look forward to seeing you try."
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Commentary: Meh.
4/09/2009
4/03/2009
Reciprocity
Kill the man--save the country. It takes sweating hands and a palsied conscience, but I can do it. Quick breaths, short breaths, tight grip on a Smith & Wesson that feels cold and clammy against my palm.
Bureaucracy and corruption had ruined this nation, fettering away at useless topics that accomplished nothing and killed the common man. I am the people's savior, and I will deliver them from the jaws of this government. They are sheep, but only a few of them know it and fight it. I am their champion.
His limousine--black glossy snake, mouth wide--curves around the corner now. I have sudden qualms flickering at the back of my brain, but no--this man has destroyed the country and I will save it. Quick steps now, up through the crowd, gun under sleeve. They push and cheer, blind and deaf. It saddens me, but spurs me. I am forcing myself down to a quick walk--fast enough to reach the car in time, with him emerging from the sunroof, smiling, waving, false. Two steps more.
His eyes widen as the two barrels empty themselves into his body. Immediately I feel the shriek of bullets tearing into my skin, but I smile, for my work is done. I am a martyr now. I am their hero...
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Commentary: I was just perusin' the interwebs and "I Just Shot John Lennon" by The Cranberries came on iTunes. This isn't that specific event, of course, but it's obviously on the subject and what goes through the assassin's brain.
Bureaucracy and corruption had ruined this nation, fettering away at useless topics that accomplished nothing and killed the common man. I am the people's savior, and I will deliver them from the jaws of this government. They are sheep, but only a few of them know it and fight it. I am their champion.
His limousine--black glossy snake, mouth wide--curves around the corner now. I have sudden qualms flickering at the back of my brain, but no--this man has destroyed the country and I will save it. Quick steps now, up through the crowd, gun under sleeve. They push and cheer, blind and deaf. It saddens me, but spurs me. I am forcing myself down to a quick walk--fast enough to reach the car in time, with him emerging from the sunroof, smiling, waving, false. Two steps more.
His eyes widen as the two barrels empty themselves into his body. Immediately I feel the shriek of bullets tearing into my skin, but I smile, for my work is done. I am a martyr now. I am their hero...
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Commentary: I was just perusin' the interwebs and "I Just Shot John Lennon" by The Cranberries came on iTunes. This isn't that specific event, of course, but it's obviously on the subject and what goes through the assassin's brain.
4/02/2009
Vibrations
It was like a static hum, crisp air snapping beside the spots where he knew his ears were. He couldn't describe it--it was so new, intangible--a feeling. The four senses, he could understand, but this one--this was a door that was kicked down, a shuttered window broken open until the blinding rays of sound shot in.
He couldn't tell if it was nice sounding or not--it just was. Was it music? The words he had read in the books? The little dots, dashes, and lines in the hymnals?
In front of him, the doctor smiled at the boy's golf-ball eyes and slack mouth as a photographer snapped a picture. "Can you hear me, Harold?" the doctor half-shouted. The words were foreign vibrations to Harold, abrading his eardrum and scattering his brain like ripples in a pond. The doctor seemed to remember that speaking would be useless for the time being, so he went back to sign language. Can you hear? Can you hear sounds?
Harold nodded and grunted, then nearly fell on the floor, shocked by the sound of his own voice.
"My God," said the doctor, taking off his glasses and scrubbing the tears away. "You're a miracle, Harold Whittles."
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Commentary: I needed something to write about (as usual) and found this picture of a boy's face when he heard for the first time. I tried to describe hearing in a different way, as it is a totally new sense to this boy.
He couldn't tell if it was nice sounding or not--it just was. Was it music? The words he had read in the books? The little dots, dashes, and lines in the hymnals?
In front of him, the doctor smiled at the boy's golf-ball eyes and slack mouth as a photographer snapped a picture. "Can you hear me, Harold?" the doctor half-shouted. The words were foreign vibrations to Harold, abrading his eardrum and scattering his brain like ripples in a pond. The doctor seemed to remember that speaking would be useless for the time being, so he went back to sign language. Can you hear? Can you hear sounds?
Harold nodded and grunted, then nearly fell on the floor, shocked by the sound of his own voice.
"My God," said the doctor, taking off his glasses and scrubbing the tears away. "You're a miracle, Harold Whittles."
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Commentary: I needed something to write about (as usual) and found this picture of a boy's face when he heard for the first time. I tried to describe hearing in a different way, as it is a totally new sense to this boy.
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