Disclaimer: not mine, never were, they'll go back, promise.
Smile Jack
"Smile, Jack, you've just won me the Presidency," he says. Smug bastard. What am I supposed to say? 'Sorry I wasn't a quicker shot,'?
Jesus.
The bastards had to pick that day to make a shot for him. Three more minutes and he would have been gone. This cloak and dagger shit would be over.
I wasn't aiming for his chest. I was aiming for his head. Believe me when I tell you that I hit what I shoot at, and when I shoot a man he's dead. In the cases of a few snake-infested individuals they sometimes don't stay dead. But we're not counting those.
"Smile Jack," he says. Yeah fricking right. I swear that man has sold his soul to the devil. It's the only way he's survived this long. I mean, how many other people out there have tried to knock him off, and failed?
My soul's spoken for, and I know where I'm going. I made my peace with that a long time ago. Unfortunately you can only sell your soul once.
I promise you this, though, the Senator will not make it to the White House. I'll walk up to him in the middle of a crowd if I have to, but he will not make it. If no one else can finish the job then I will.
We can keep each other company in Hell.
Smile, Jack.
A/N: yes, I know that it's short, and not terribly inventive, but I felt the need to type it. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Smile Jack
"Smile, Jack, you've just won me the Presidency," he says. Smug bastard. What am I supposed to say? 'Sorry I wasn't a quicker shot,'?
Jesus.
The bastards had to pick that day to make a shot for him. Three more minutes and he would have been gone. This cloak and dagger shit would be over.
I wasn't aiming for his chest. I was aiming for his head. Believe me when I tell you that I hit what I shoot at, and when I shoot a man he's dead. In the cases of a few snake-infested individuals they sometimes don't stay dead. But we're not counting those.
"Smile Jack," he says. Yeah fricking right. I swear that man has sold his soul to the devil. It's the only way he's survived this long. I mean, how many other people out there have tried to knock him off, and failed?
My soul's spoken for, and I know where I'm going. I made my peace with that a long time ago. Unfortunately you can only sell your soul once.
I promise you this, though, the Senator will not make it to the White House. I'll walk up to him in the middle of a crowd if I have to, but he will not make it. If no one else can finish the job then I will.
We can keep each other company in Hell.
Smile, Jack.
A/N: yes, I know that it's short, and not terribly inventive, but I felt the need to type it. PLEASE REVIEW!!!