Bang! went my sniper rifle, the bullet in an instant travelling two kilometers and penetrating the Prime minister of Norway’s skull. My first kill, I almost couldn’t believe it. Laying on the floor bleeding out I could only imagine how he felt, if he was shocked, terrified or felt a feeling of relief as the light slowly drained from his eyes.
For weeks I had been investigating his nefarious actions and deeds, his illicit dealings with other countries and even his affairs. hired by his wife I was tasked with assassinating him in the most public way possible. The date of the election was the day I chose to kill him because there was an open stage where the candidates would give their speeches. With many vantage points where I could choose from I chose the most inconspicuous but vast building I was able to find. Twenty-three story’s high I decided upon the roof for a clear shot.
Sweat was running down my cheeks as the candidates one by one gave their speeches. With every speech drawing closer to the Prime minister’s, my heart started pounding, thoughts racing through my head like what if I miss my shot or if I got arrested but I couldn’t focus on those thoughts. Tasked with a mission and equipped with the will to do it I got into position. As the prime minister started talking I took aim and with a shaky hand I lined up the shot, but I had lost my composure. Too scared to take a life I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. Once I did I knew I would never be the same again, I was forever scarred by my own actions like a blemish on my soul.