Right Men For His Bullet
There is a sniper, a
sharp shooter, a one who’s aim never misses, even if there is a man running
backward thousand times faster then what he usually might. He is standing in
the middle of the war, surrounded by men who wants nothing but see him die,
they want to rape him and murder him hard, even more than they want to fuck the
prettiest woman around, but they are not doing it?
What is holding them
off? They are so many and they are close, so it would be impossible for him to
shoot maybe even 2 or 3 at once? But know,
what he has is gun that he has operated in his life. Whole his life what he has
doing is that hit headshots with his sniper, maybe at a speed 10 men per
minute, “A Machine Gun”, and they are thinking that he might hit us all head
shots with that machine gun of his? Can he…
Yes he can, and with
the fire of his scream screeching the loudness of the bullets being fired from
his gun, his body starts reacting slowly, as him dancing on the beautiful
sounds of harp and violin being played together and every other guy who is
getting hit on their head with the piercing speed of the bullets, start falling
slowly and beautifully, following the rhythm of the song which the sniper’s
body is listening and men starts to fall rapidly, accelerating with the speed
of the sniper, who is just clearing the ground and circular shape is being
formed it between the battle area.
And he shoots, more
than which he screams and hit every single one of them with a headshot, this is
what he has done his entire life. Hit people with headshots and now he is not
going to fail, whichever gun is in his hand, no matter how many faster the
bullets are fired, He’ll just find a right men for his bullet.
