Tris never missed. That much was for sure. And with an accuracy rate of 100%, her clients were never disappointed. Get in, aim, exhale, shoot, get out. It was easy. That is, until she saw him.
He was beyond beautiful, almost like he was asking to be centered in the frame of her scope.
She was only a shell, looking through her scope not at a person but at what would pay for her rent next month or food or hot water.
He didn't know that he was supposed to die that day. He didn't know that as he was staring at his laptop, sculpting vivid scenes with pictures and words and sounds, a faint red dot was tracing steady patterns in his hair, controlled by a beautifully destructive creation of mankind - a Blaser R93. And he didn't know that the one person that he would ever truly love had her finger on the trigger.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic, so please go easy on me! I would love to hear feedback - please comment suggestions for either my writing or the plot! I would love to include anything you would be interested in! Thank you! Also, I know this chapter is super super short - the next one is already 3 times as long, so don't worry! This was just a sample :)
