ONE FOR MY BABY
Agony.
Agony.
Agony.
That is what he felt that night.
Sorrow.
Sorrow.
Sorrow.
That is what he felt that night.
Anger.
Anger.
Anger.
That is what he felt that night.
His wife.
His wife.
His wife.
That is who he thought of that night.
Revenge.
Revenge.
Revenge.
That is what he wanted that night.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
That is what would be spilt that night.
There were no stars that night, but the Moon illuminated the Mojave letting him see for miles in all directions. From atop his green, reptilian stronghold he was unstoppable.
He stood at attention inside the creature's mouth, something he had learned to do during his time with the NCR Military. He was calm on the outside, as you would barely be able to tell that he was breathing. But on the inside, he was pulsing with anger. The many memories he shared with his beloved wife flashed through his head. He missed her so much.
His sniper rifle was propped up against one of the concrete teeth of the beast. A majestic yet deadly weapon. His wife would have wanted it that way. Once again more thoughts of his wife began to appear in his head. He began to pulse once more and this time, his face turned red with rage.
He heard footsteps and voices, and peered around the side of the great lizard's mouth. Two people were walking out of the gates that lead to the the central courtyard of Novac.
One was the Courier; the man he tasked with this mission and he was wearing his own Red Beret, signaling that this was it. The other was Jeannie May Crawford; a quiet and kind woman, yet his target and indirect murderer of the woman he loved so very much.
They stopped right before the bridge that took them over the highway, and Crawford turned around to face the Courier. Now or never.
He lifted his sniper rifle from its propped up position and aimed down at Crawford. Many thoughts began to swirl in his head. Thoughts of his wife, of his past, of the... future.
He took a deep breath, aimed for the head, and pulled the trigger without anymore hesitation.
No regrets.