The crosshair danced gently on the man's head, a light faerie spring that stables onto the outline of the skull. The blue halo blurs into focus as the gunman stares his target down. The thing that passes judgement to whether a living being survives or dies. His judgement puts the man into the death row. Devoid of feelings, he sharpens his aim and slowly...and sure his breathing slows. He feels the weight of the rifle in his hand, and the steady trembling as his finger pulls the trigger just alittle bit more...
Anthony was a man of honour. He loved his family so much he would rather die in their place. He met the most virtuous woman he known , Melissa and them together were described as the honeymoon couple, and that they had fantasy love. Just to add on they were inseperable. Like glue. Oh God their colleagues tried to put them apart. 'Tried' is used really loosely.
It was one of the company outing, oh yeah. The dinner...after the dinner Anthony dragged Melissa to the highest point of the city, the top of the fabled Eiffel Tower in the cool night and in view of the dreamy City of Lights he proclaimed:"J'etaime Melissa. I never knew what it was like to live until i met you and now i can not live without you by my side. Every minute i do without you feels like a year, and a day with you speeds past a blur because God gave me the chance to meet his angel. So would you spend eternity with me like how i would for you...will you...marry me?"
Melissa paused.She was tearing and holding back herself. She took a good look at him, past him down to the City of Lights where their colleagues were waiting impatiently. All she could manage was a nod.
Anthony had it all planned out. He would have his wedding on Chrismas itself. A white wedding...
"So sweet isn't it...we can have our big day and celebrate Chistmas too!"
Anthony sang to his fiancee sat by the edge of the bed.
"Why didn't you ask me earlier...idiot"
Melissa playfully replied as she slid over into his embrace. They looked over the city as they breathed in the alluring view of 50 storeys aboveground, the city lit up by sprinkles of light accompanied by the glitter of snowflakes in the dark night. He kissed her cheek as they both lay down. She turned to meet his lips with her own, pressing just a little... He draws back a little and stares deep into her eyes... He pulls her in closer and kisses her again, harder. She teased Anthony with her tongue slowly, going in circles...
His hand slides down, past her waist, onto her thighs stroking her slowly, sensually..she replies by running a finger down his muscular chest and moving her legs against his. She stared with such voluptous vigour...he looked into her eyes and all they screamed was 'Give me more'. He could tell how she was flushed with oestrogen and already crazed from her own imagination.She lustily breathed onto his neck, tingling him driving him animalistic. He took off his shirt pressing his lips harder as he stroked her back...and she inched off his pants cheekily. Their bodies came even closer. She got what she was waiting for and he...tasted what he always wanted. That was a night that never ended.
A year later they moved into a more humble house, a white painted house with two little beautiful girls named Hayley and Tanya. He calles them,'God's favourite' because of his jokes( he calls himself God because of his deep, deep voice and he is a joke to be around. Ask his friends). His first white Christmas dinner with his 3 beloved ladies! He chose to cook this special night and headed down walmart with a skip in his steps and haste in his thoughts to go home fast. Melissa called. "Hey Anthony, do you love me?"
"Yes i do! More than i love sausage..." Anthony teased
"You rascal. Okay come back soon dear, i haven't had your sausages in awhile. Miss you idiot. Muah"
And she hung up. Oh how much Anthony loved that goofy girl. He thought to himself " I haven't said goodbye yet!"
He pulls up into the driveway...only to see the door mowed down and slammed apart. He scrambles into the house praying to God that it's just his imagination.
Red.
Splashed so generously on the walls and pools on the floor. The crimson stained bodies were unidentifiable. They were still spurting blood and the heads were never found. An obsidian sickle was left and on the wall was hammered a note..."This is payback bitch. For the time you stole my sister from me"
He felt somewhere in his head snap. His sanity eroded to sand in a flash how his loves were so brutally...
He knew who it was. He never meant for that young girl to die. It was an accident truly but what that dog did...He would hunt that bastard down to the ends of the world. He had to. It was his high school's best friend...and that swine truly took Anthony's last goodbye from him.
He was hunted from Rome to Germany to lastly, back to Paris. Anthony perched ina strategic roof,steadied his aim onto the man, his finger bearing the flames of his hate.
"Die, motherfucker"
Just before he fully pulled the trigger he felt a cold barrel pressed to his head. Anthony froze as his blood chilled to ice.
"You always were slower than me Anthony. This is karma for pigs like you. To let you know, i know you too well. I hired your target as my body double. I was always a step ahead of you, and i still am. Rot in hell, like the piece of shit you are."
The silenced report of a pistol was all he heard and he heard no more.
Okay too many technical terms._.><
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