I moved my leg a bit to avoid the cramps, and to readjust my grip on the stock. I've been waiting here for twelve hours, waiting for him to show up. I saw the sunset, it was beautiful. Saw how the Sun and the Moon changed shifts. I could picture it now:
The Sun, packing his things, says to the moon, "See you at daybreak," then the Moon says, "Not if I see you first," and they both laugh. The Sun reaches into his pocket, and hands the Moon the keys. The two smile at each other. The Sun says goodbye. It's the Moon's turn now. It's his turn to watch the sky.
The skyline at night was beautiful, its lights were like an orgy of fireflies; it's like the city never sleeps. You never really notice things like these, especially if you're not really into it. But I was. Drugs help.
Your view's a bit different behind a scope.
Hours passed. Actually, I couldn't tell. Lost track of time, to be frank. Doesn't matter though, I know. I know he'll be passing by. He always does. That green freak as some damn flying animal, shouldn't be too hard, though, the color's always green.
Lying on top of the roof of a building, waiting, shivering, haven't slept nor eaten anything in a day. My stomach's as noisy as the city below me. I noticed a bug slithering underneath the long barrel, I thought of things, things you only think about when you're hungry. The bug was wriggling between my fingers when I heard the flapping of a huge bird. It was green. I smiled.
For a few minutes, I watched as it danced under my scope. I see it flapping its huge green wings. It was a bird, then it changed to something bigger, then something smaller, and then it changed back to a bird. All throughout, though, the crosshairs are perfectly locked on it. The moon and the light from the city down below act as my spotlights. I can't wait to pull the trigger, but, damn it, I can't. Wind was simply too strong.
At that point, I had no choice, I prayed. To whom? To anyone listening, I don't care. God, the Devil, anyone.
A few minutes later, the wind died down suddenly. Coincidence. Miracle. Luck. Whatever's it called, I thanked it. I had the perfect shot.
I held my breath, tensed my shoulders, and pulled the trigger. Felt the kick, pain from the shock, I'd forgotten how hard these things recoil.
I saw it all in slow-motion. It was surreal like I was the bullet itself. I saw myself get expelled from the barrel by a loud explosion. The barrel was grooved. I was going at an astonishing speed, I felt like nothing could stop me going as fast as that, nothing at all. Milliseconds later, I went through green skin and then flesh, but that didn't stop me, no, I was going straight, straight to the Moon.
That's when I heard the shriek of a wounded bird. It was green. I smiled.