target retired
i’ve always wanted to be a sniper assassin. or maybe just a sniper in combat, never the one to rush into bloodbath. i like to take my prey one by one, unaware, in one clean sweep of a bullet. i like to feel the rush of blood pounding in my heart as i trail the crosshairs of my rifle on your head, your heart, or wherever i want it to hit you.
when i pull the trigger, i like to see you fall noiselessly and with grace first on your side, then on your back. your blood will pool around your head where i shot you, and your eyes will be staring at the ceiling with a grey stare.
nobody will hear your murder. and by the time someone discovers your limp body, i’d be flying a thousand miles away from you. soon after i’ll sip my spiked pineapple chill and brush off the sand off my body while i plan my next hit.
how’d you like that for a female sniper? 
it would be sexier, definitely. not that timothy olyphant hasn’t done justice to Agent 47 yet in his latest movie, Hitman. i wasn’t exactly thrilled to see him with a bald head and 2 silenced handguns. but who knows, this could be his big Hollywood action star break.
