tobias grinned
Tobias grinned, as his hand wrapped tightly around the stock of his rifle. His life would matter more in the next ten seconds than it did at any point in his life. His breath slowly stopped, and his thoughts drifted to the days, months, and years of training. Tobias knew that practice was merely a hobby, though. Something to pass the time, he claimed. There was no practice for these situations. If he lived through the next day, the following night would be spent preparing for the next twenty four hours. The way of the gun, or survival of the fittest. Whatever fit his lips would be his motto for the day.
He sighed his last breath, before closing one eye and peering down the scope of the rifle. The crosshairs floated from top to bottom of a human figure, and he tugged slowly on the trigger. Less than a pound of pressure, and half of the targets head would be gone. The world began to spin as Tobias' adrenaline poured into his veins. Nothing felt like this; nothing could describe the second before the shot. He knew it well.
".. No.. Slow down.. An inch here.. Stop.. Too FAST!!"
The voices drifted from the depths of his being to his head, and they filled his ears with a resonating sound that couldn't be controlled. They were the sounds of perfection, and he was accustomed to them. Tobias listened to each, because they told him when and where to shoot. They told him everything he needed to know, and they never lied.
"Open your eyes," said the harshest voice.
Tobias complied. He didn't know why, but he didn't have to know. He opened his eyes, and was no longer on the roof of a building. He was alone, and an inch to oblivion was all he could see. Empty space. Empty, besides the abstract silhouette of a man and a rifle perched atop another building.
He sighed his last breath, before closing one eye and peering down the scope of the rifle. The crosshairs floated from top to bottom of a human figure, and he tugged slowly on the trigger. Less than a pound of pressure, and half of the targets head would be gone. The world began to spin as Tobias' adrenaline poured into his veins. Nothing felt like this; nothing could describe the second before the shot. He knew it well.
".. No.. Slow down.. An inch here.. Stop.. Too FAST!!"
The voices drifted from the depths of his being to his head, and they filled his ears with a resonating sound that couldn't be controlled. They were the sounds of perfection, and he was accustomed to them. Tobias listened to each, because they told him when and where to shoot. They told him everything he needed to know, and they never lied.
"Open your eyes," said the harshest voice.
Tobias complied. He didn't know why, but he didn't have to know. He opened his eyes, and was no longer on the roof of a building. He was alone, and an inch to oblivion was all he could see. Empty space. Empty, besides the abstract silhouette of a man and a rifle perched atop another building.