Big Buck: Hunting Edward Cullen
A/N: Okay, yes, I am writing more for the NCIS story. I just want to put that out there. In the mean time, I thought I would post this. I wrote this a while ago when I was avoiding writing a paper on Charter Schools. It's an incredibly short drabble completely inspired by this picture: http: /bit. ly /Ht7JuQ (Just take out the 3 spaces!) Such a hilarious photo, even if you don't know jack about the Boondock Saints (which you should) or Twilight (be glad you don't).
His eyes narrowed as he focused in on the unaware target. At this close range one shot would be all he needed. That didn't mean that one shot is all that would be used. He knew his brother had adopted a similar stance. Just in case. There was no way out of this for the evil one who had killed so many. For despite his attempts to reform, evil still festered within him. Connor let a slight smirk show through; he knew he was being cocky, but he had every right to be. He knew, as a twin he always seemed to know, that Murphy had a similar smirk growing on his face. The guns had already been cocked. Without looking at each other, they knew just when to pull the trigger.
Two loud bangs of two separate shotguns and Edward Cullen lying dead on the floor before them.
In Nomini Patris. Et Fili. Et Spiritu Sancti.
A/N: Sorry Twilight fans.