He stood on top of the building, rifle in hands looking down on the
people. He was so superior thought to himself. He took aim at a man
standing at a bus stop. He fired and hit him in the neck. He recoiled
quickly, knowing that people would scatter as soon as they found out what
was happening. The next person he found in his sites was a business man.
The man looked up from his newspaper to see what happened. He saw a man on
the ground for a split second before the bullet shot through his eye.
The man began to walk back into the building. Taking his time to hear the sirens approach. By the time he got the the bottom the paramedics where loading the man from the bus stop onto a stretcher. He shot the paramedic in the back with a handgun. The paramedic across from him was sprayed with blood. The man raised the gun again and unloaded two rounds into the other paramedic. Just then the police spun around the corner too fast to stop from hitting the man with the guns. The man was dead.
Chris Vargas awoke with a jolt. It was only a dream. A good one all around for him. He often wished he could just let loose his frustration on the general public. It wouldnt be too long before all this stress was gone. Only a few more jobs for Leon and he would have enough money to get out all together. Get out of the gang life. No more drugs. No more guns. No more pullin jobs for mob bosses. A few more jobs and he would have a comfortable retirement fund. Enough for a house in the Caymans.
He dressed quickly. He walked into the kitchen of his small apartment were he poured himself some cereal and read the paper. It was a quick breakfast. He had a big day. Only two more jobs for Leon and he would be on his way to the Caymans. Today he was to take out a drug dealer who was holding out on Leon. A girl, Suzanne. It was a simple job, just kill her. Go back to Leons club and get payed. The next day would bring his last job.
He got into his car, a black BMW. He took a handgun out of the glove box and stuff it in the back of his pants. He turned on the radio to some indestinct chatter. He didnt mind it though, it was humourus most of the time. People talking about boycotting clothes and killing everybody who has a daily intake of potassium.
The man began to walk back into the building. Taking his time to hear the sirens approach. By the time he got the the bottom the paramedics where loading the man from the bus stop onto a stretcher. He shot the paramedic in the back with a handgun. The paramedic across from him was sprayed with blood. The man raised the gun again and unloaded two rounds into the other paramedic. Just then the police spun around the corner too fast to stop from hitting the man with the guns. The man was dead.
Chris Vargas awoke with a jolt. It was only a dream. A good one all around for him. He often wished he could just let loose his frustration on the general public. It wouldnt be too long before all this stress was gone. Only a few more jobs for Leon and he would have enough money to get out all together. Get out of the gang life. No more drugs. No more guns. No more pullin jobs for mob bosses. A few more jobs and he would have a comfortable retirement fund. Enough for a house in the Caymans.
He dressed quickly. He walked into the kitchen of his small apartment were he poured himself some cereal and read the paper. It was a quick breakfast. He had a big day. Only two more jobs for Leon and he would be on his way to the Caymans. Today he was to take out a drug dealer who was holding out on Leon. A girl, Suzanne. It was a simple job, just kill her. Go back to Leons club and get payed. The next day would bring his last job.
He got into his car, a black BMW. He took a handgun out of the glove box and stuff it in the back of his pants. He turned on the radio to some indestinct chatter. He didnt mind it though, it was humourus most of the time. People talking about boycotting clothes and killing everybody who has a daily intake of potassium.