Question

Titleless so far, would love your guy's thoughts for a title.

Answer 1

Sometimes I wonder what I am even doing. I don't even recall how I thought this would be good. How did I even get this apartment? Hardwood floors, walls of glass looking out on the whole of New York, sprawling rooms, and a shower that could host a party. The job pays well, but is it really worth it? I work for people I have never even met...
I digress. I suppose I had best introduce myself. I am Xavier McLaughlin; and I, I am a murderer. Not in the typical sense. Not in the random murder from a mugging gone wrong. More like a serial killer, and even then I don't fit the mold. I am given names and information, and I solve that particular problem for my employers. I, in short, am a "hitman", an assassin. This is my story, and how I got where I am.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

"McLaughlin!" shouted commander Taylor, "Front and center!"

Oh lord I thought, what had I done now? Did he know about my "activities" with the nurses?

"NOW!" he shouted again.

I ran up and snapped to attention. "Yes sir?" I barked out.

"You have a phone call" he said, "some government schmuck evidently."

I walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"Sergeant Xavier McLaughlin," an unfamiliar voice that seemed scrambled somehow said, "I know you think that I am a federal agent or some similar nonsense. This is false. I represent an anonymous third party that is interested in you and your skills."

"What skills?" I interrupted, "I am just a soldier."

"No dear boy, you are a sniper," He stated, "We know you ship back home and are due to be discharged. We have a job offer for you when you get back home. We will be contacting you again." And hung up.

I hung up the phone and my CO gave me an odd look. Then he told me to get back to my post. As I was walking across base to my tower, I had about a million thoughts running through my head. Who the hell was that, adn what kind of job would need the skills of a sniper? I got to my tower and Gene was already there.

"You ready for another day of sitting and doing nothing?" he asked.

"Indeed I am," I replied, "hours of squinting through a little tube looking at sand. Just another day in paradise!"

I sat down and picked up my M40 rifle. 7.62mm, lethal to thousand of meters, and essentially my one constant in this hell hole of a country. I set it down on the bags and flipped up the lens covers.

"Look at that!" Gene said, "do you see what I'm seeing?"

I quickly put my eye to the scope and looked down range. racing towards the front gate were three trucks. A dump truck and two little turds on wheels that the locals drive.

"This isn't good Gene," I said, "call it in."

He got on the radio and command gave us the order to hald their advance. I looked through my scope and dialed it in.

"Ready when you are," said Gene.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I opened my eyes as I slowly exhaled.

"Tires or driver?" I asked.

"Lets get saucy today," he said smirking, " I will go for the tires and you go for the driver."

I smiled at that, and aimed ahead of the truck. I slowly exhaled as I gently pulled back on the trigger. My rifle gave out a cracking report, the recoil sending the butt of the rifle into my shoulder. A few seconds later I could see a spark on the side of the leading truck.

Little more lead, I thought to myself. I aimed just a little ahead of the last shot. Mere millimeters in the scope, several meters at range. I slowly pulled the trigger again, waiting for the boom that would follow. Crack! Time seemed to slow down. I could see the vapour trail from the bullet ever so slowly arcing towards the truck. the windshield cracked, a tiny hole. A tiny hole that would cause so much death. A pink mist filled the cab of the truck, and it started to accelerate.

Not good, I thought. I started to aim for the tires. But I was too late. The truck crashed through the first barricade and slammed into one of our many embankments. It just sat there for a moment, with everyone looking at it. The others started looking around, checking for any casualties. That is when it happened. The truck exploded. Vaporized would be more accurate. Chunks of the truck falling back to earth after being sent heavenward by the blast.

"Look out!!" screamed Gene in pure terror.

I looked at him and started to get up to run. That is when it all went black.

Answer 2

Stupid typos, I think y'all will get the point lol.

Answer 3

I swear, you are incapable of writing a crappy story :P
you're just so good with your words ♥ I wish the story never ended Dx I want to keep reading hehe

Answer 4

:D
thanks! It means a lot. I will have to keep writing for this story when I get some free time!

Answer 5

im sorry but i just started to read this but "activities" just got me rollin i know i have a gutterrific mind

Answer 6

and now u said "lets get saucy today" OMG austin i love yu so much |^_^|

Answer 7

OH MAH WORD WHY MUST U LEAVE ME HANGING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! whut happened to gene and Xavier? I MUST KNOWWWWWWWWWW

Answer 8

yeah. when I read "activities".. ehe ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Answer 9

WOW incredible story-line and everything went so smoothly i am envious of your writing ability. tell me, how did u get this good!?

Answer 10

@Roku sorry about not noticing this earlier. I am entirely self taught. I have just had a gift for writing for quite some time.

Answer 11

o-o oh man