( My P.O.V )
"Come on, you bastard..." I whisper to myself, pointing my sniper right to my opponent, then once I saw him stop his tracks, I took the shot.
Missed.
"Fuck!" I loudly whisper, slamming a clenched fist on the window sill, making the long sniper gun fall, I violently rub my face, then look over my shoulder too see if he/she's still there.
//Explanation; in a far away future, most the world is in ruins, (pretty cliché, right?) Most make their money from assassinations, which is this case, Tyoko is only sixteen, but has been an assassin since a young age, and enjoys it. You're his latest opponent, he's very well-known and wanted in the better cities that aren't fixed and owned by the government;; but stays low and in the buildings, he's currently in an high apartment, failing. his murder. //
