Simplest Profession

[Conqueror Worm]

My country is naught but a slum - inhabited by the dirty, festering politicians and protestors who make this world much harder. They say they're going to help, but they don't. They cause an uproar, and things are blown far out of proportion. War. War is a way to protect your country.. Yet we protest against war. Why so? This question, and the lies of my president have driven my from my country. Stand behind it I shall no more.

Instead, I have turned to that which has always been an ally. I have turned to pain. Mental and physical. I have taken up the profession of a hitman. I am the man to go to if one wants to get rid of someone else. I shall carry out the bidding of the client for a price. Death is but a game to me now. I have dodged it, and I have caused it. Can you possibly fathom how it feels to be God? How it feels to hold someone's life in your hands.. And then extinguish their flame? It is the most thrilling of events.

[Conqueror Worm]

It was quite windy - rain beginning to trickle down from the skies. It was hours before I finally caught a glimpse of my victim. Through the rain, I could see him standing on the curb, attempting to wave down a taxi. His attempts were in vain, however, for none of them stopped. From the briefcase I had with me, I withdrew several pieces of my weapon. In haste, I put together the PSG1 sniper rifle. Just as I slid the scope into place, a cab finally stopped in front of the man. I slid a single bullet in through the breach of the weapon and rested the stock upon the upraised portion of the roof. He opened the door of the cab. I pulled the trigger.

A slight whistle rang out as the bullet exited the chamber. The silencer worked wonders. The bullet screeched towards the man, reaching him after just a short time. It entered in through the area just between his eyes and exited out of the back of his head, opening up a gaping hole. Blood, fused with shards of bone and brain particles, covered the sidewalk behind the man. Gasps and panic arose within the crowd around the scene.

I disassembled my rifle and placed it back into my briefcase, closing it. I then stood up and moved towards the door. I opened it and continued down the stairs and into the hallway. Taking the elevator, I arrived on the ground floor. Without even so much as looking at the scene across the street - the scene I had caused, I got into my black Camaro and pulled away. Another job finished. Another man killed. More pain. More money in my pocket.

[niff]

Ah, the old rooftop hitman cliche.

Nice writing

[Conqueror Worm]

Thanks, though, I doubt I'll continue it. Too lazy.

[Notesurfer]

Laziness is the bane of all the PDBAers

[Draxas]

*would agree, but is too lazy.*

[Conqueror Worm]