Moonglow
Filing through the crowds of morning businesspeople my steps are slowed to match the steady and unsuspicious random footwork the suitcoated cash registers practiced so well. They didn’t have anything to hide. My brilliance overwhelmed, how little they knew, despite my controlled stroll, I was anxious. Soon to burst at the lips, perhaps to cry out? But to cry out what? My plan? I was too sly for that. She’d never know about the hours of planning, the synchronized watches or her missing personal possessions. Even seconds after the final checkbox was overlapped by a scarlet checkmark, she’d be oblivious to her defeat.
She wandered through the black, gray, and brown shrouded ants, her deep black eyes scanning for onlookers or admirers perhaps? Perhaps she knew, one last hope for a lover or less before she‘d fall.
The chamber rolled around in the pockets of the black hood sweater I particularly chose for my day of triumph. She always loved black. She never loved me, always worried about everyone else. Her eyelashes held mascara dew for only me. Maybe if those two who loved her had never made her cry she’d be somewhere today? Perhaps she would be alive tomorrow? No, she deserved this.
Her sudden smile, more like a snarl held me suspended in the moment. Never more than a moment, I was imperfect. My power had failed. My brilliance and unsurpassed abilities were suddenly beaten, but only for that single moment of her smirk, then instantly released to the perfection that was mine.
The hammer slid back in love with my thumb, ever so slightly, without movement incase a spying glance happened to assume the tendon of my wrist was extruded as it was for the reason that it was. Certainly a finger would not waste as much time simply to pull the hammer of a revolver back into a loaded position. Only a fools thumb would be so wasteful! But what those spying eyes did not know, is this thumb was perfect, perhaps brilliant! Finally, I was prepared. I artistically scratched my wrinkled forehead, with one eye partially closed, as no half blind buffoon would attempt to search for a policeman to hinder the awaited attack, especially when intentionally half blinded, if only this single eye belonged to a buffoon!
She glanced around with her moonglow eyes, like the moon was shining for her to see, perhaps knowing it’d be her last? She stepped a final step, the anticipation wriggling under my impeccable cloak. The revolver slung from the black pocket as if to reach up and scratch my hairline again, the fine woodworked pummel slid nicely into the hard gripped, white knuckled fingers.
She closed her eyes and my brilliance was blown. She had expected, perhaps whished for this moment! She merely waited for her unobvious, yet equally threatening death! Of course, this realization was only wasted for another moment, hours for my brilliance, masked in a jar of time that mere mortals could never observe.
Her time, knowingly short or no, soon would end. The cold steel pressed against the side of her face, just above her eye, in order to pass through the frontal lobe, to cause maximum damage, planned, of course. The white knuckled hand squeezed the trigger as the hammer met the butt of the bullet, projecting it into my victim’s skull as I fell, the blood already dripping from my wound. The bullet passed through my head with ease, the aim was perfect. Suicide was not such a bad way to end. The moonglow eyes faded to black, and I was dead.
Edited for easier reading, also fixed a few wordy lines.
Added slightly different worded ending, including the word 'Suicide' for easier understanding.
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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 25, 2004).]
Filing through the crowds of morning businesspeople my steps are slowed to match the steady and unsuspicious random footwork the suitcoated cash registers practiced so well. They didn’t have anything to hide. My brilliance overwhelmed, how little they knew, despite my controlled stroll, I was anxious. Soon to burst at the lips, perhaps to cry out? But to cry out what? My plan? I was too sly for that. She’d never know about the hours of planning, the synchronized watches or her missing personal possessions. Even seconds after the final checkbox was overlapped by a scarlet checkmark, she’d be oblivious to her defeat.
She wandered through the black, gray, and brown shrouded ants, her deep black eyes scanning for onlookers or admirers perhaps? Perhaps she knew, one last hope for a lover or less before she‘d fall.
The chamber rolled around in the pockets of the black hood sweater I particularly chose for my day of triumph. She always loved black. She never loved me, always worried about everyone else. Her eyelashes held mascara dew for only me. Maybe if those two who loved her had never made her cry she’d be somewhere today? Perhaps she would be alive tomorrow? No, she deserved this.
Her sudden smile, more like a snarl held me suspended in the moment. Never more than a moment, I was imperfect. My power had failed. My brilliance and unsurpassed abilities were suddenly beaten, but only for that single moment of her smirk, then instantly released to the perfection that was mine.
The hammer slid back in love with my thumb, ever so slightly, without movement incase a spying glance happened to assume the tendon of my wrist was extruded as it was for the reason that it was. Certainly a finger would not waste as much time simply to pull the hammer of a revolver back into a loaded position. Only a fools thumb would be so wasteful! But what those spying eyes did not know, is this thumb was perfect, perhaps brilliant! Finally, I was prepared. I artistically scratched my wrinkled forehead, with one eye partially closed, as no half blind buffoon would attempt to search for a policeman to hinder the awaited attack, especially when intentionally half blinded, if only this single eye belonged to a buffoon!
She glanced around with her moonglow eyes, like the moon was shining for her to see, perhaps knowing it’d be her last? She stepped a final step, the anticipation wriggling under my impeccable cloak. The revolver slung from the black pocket as if to reach up and scratch my hairline again, the fine woodworked pummel slid nicely into the hard gripped, white knuckled fingers.
She closed her eyes and my brilliance was blown. She had expected, perhaps whished for this moment! She merely waited for her unobvious, yet equally threatening death! Of course, this realization was only wasted for another moment, hours for my brilliance, masked in a jar of time that mere mortals could never observe.
Her time, knowingly short or no, soon would end. The cold steel pressed against the side of her face, just above her eye, in order to pass through the frontal lobe, to cause maximum damage, planned, of course. The white knuckled hand squeezed the trigger as the hammer met the butt of the bullet, projecting it into my victim’s skull as I fell, the blood already dripping from my wound. The bullet passed through my head with ease, the aim was perfect. Suicide was not such a bad way to end. The moonglow eyes faded to black, and I was dead.
Edited for easier reading, also fixed a few wordy lines.
Added slightly different worded ending, including the word 'Suicide' for easier understanding.
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"I was driving along listening to the radio, when Judas Priest comes on. It was 'You've got another thing coming.' All of a sudden, I enter 'VICE CITY RAMAGE MODE' and nearly ran some guy over"
- ]-[ellequin
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited February 25, 2004).]
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