The Fallen Target
…My hands were shivering, they had turned white. I had pulled the trigger and it went inside the target. Within a second it had fallen to the ground. At that intense moment tears were dripping down my face- I was only doing it to save my family and protect my reputation I had to get him back for what he did .The target took his last breath and that’s when it had finally hit me... ****
The time consuming assassination took almost a year , I had to do this in order to save myself and my family. This whole year was wasted with planning, planning to protect my reputation. I had to pay him back, I had to after what he had done to my family I could never forgive
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It all started when one officer had killed my precious son . After all those months of mourning my soul was driven to murder, to vengeance. My heart ached with this burning lust for revenge, I had to plan carefully so that I would not be caught however part of my consciousness had told me to turn back and carry on with my life. This thought was overpowered by the demon within me. After closing in on my rifle I had turned left and right only to check if anyone was behind me, I had been in the forest surrounded by trees so I thought that it was best to assassinate my target right then and there. I had seen two entities a child and my worst enemy. I had tightened up the rifle and had loaded it up ,by now the only thing that I had looked forward to seeing was my target, however somehow I knew that I was making the worst decision of my whole life , I was selfish and so drawn in on the revenge in which the devil inside me was so concerned about …show more content…
My hand seemed to be moving in slow motion as I was inches away from pulling that trigger. My brain seemed to remove itself from this world and my eyes had completely shut as I began to hallucinate, minutes after I hear a bang and a thud, that's when I knew that the target was dead. I was only doing this to protect my family however this feud had blinded me from what was wrong and what was right. How could I have killed a child just because of a stupid feud. I knew that at first all I could see is vengeance but now that I have realised what I have done . Every fibre of my being had regretted this decision and there was no going back, that’s when i knew...I had made the biggest mistake of my entire life . I slowly walked towards the dead corpse and began to pay my respects , I needed to repent for my mistake as this child had their whole future ahead of them and I had just tampered with
to take revenge, in that process I will kill another person whose family will want revenge; then
I was sitting in the old rickety chair that looked as if it had been there for five years. The smell of gunpowder hung in the morning air as I leaned over the rifle rest. My finger wrapped around the trigger as my eye focused through the scope of my grandfather’s Springfield ’03. I took a deep breath and let half out. My finger tightened on the trigger as I awaited the recoil and crack of the gunpowder igniting. Finally, when my finger’s pull was enough to move the trigger, the gun went off. Moments like this are why I love shooting guns.
The sniper is injured and must find a way to escape, and that way is by killing his brother. "He stooped to pick the riffle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered" (112). The sniper would have never been shot and injured by his brother if there was no war. War tears families apart as the entire time two brothers are fighting against each other without even knowing it. "The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil" (113). The sniper had to...
Have you ever thought about an assassination and why it occurred? Many people have been assainated for a number of reasons.Sometimes these assainations can be unjust and wrongful.One famous assaination was Julius Ceasar.Julius Casear was born July 12 ,100 BCE in Rome ,Italy.His parents were far from rich. He married Cornelia the daughter of Sulla a Roman general. Caesar went into the military to get away from Sulla because he wanted him to divorce his wife or give up his land.He soon returned after the death of Sulla.After returning from the military he began his career in politics.He was said to have one of the greatest intellects on military leadership in history. When he returned he started his military and political career. Julius Caesar assassination was unjustified because he was a great military leader who solved many economic problems; although people may argue he had too much power.
A man carrying two revolvers and two 9mm semi-automatic handguns calmly strode into the Dunblane Primary School. Two people quickly spotted the firearms and tried to tackle the man; he shot them and left them wounded as he continued his journey down the hall of the school. Finally, the man reached his destination: the gym, where a class a kindergartners were having P.E. In the gym, he pulled out the guns and started picking off the five-year-olds one by one. The room was splattered with blood as young children broke like porcelain dolls under the power of the gun. The blood continued to flow, but the intruder did not stop; he took careful aim to make sure he didn't miss. The final insult came when he shot the teacher who was shielding kids with her body. Once he killed her, he killed the kids she was protecting. When he finished in the gym , he turned around walked out, shot at a class as he walked down the hall and walked out into the courtyard. In the courtyard, the killer ended the ordeal by taking his own life (Pederson).
As a result of you may have to live with this guilt for the rest of your life, like the man in “The Sniper.” Also both the sniper and the man he shot were brothers and the little boy with disabilities and the boy who killed him were brothers.
In the short story “The Sniper” by Liam O’Flaherty, the sniper is a man caught in a tragic situation. First of all, when the sniper had killed the old lady and the man from the turret, the text states, “The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse” (O’Flaherty 214). This states how the sniper feel guilty or responsible for the enemies death even though he was only doing his job. As he shivered, he feels sorrow for the death of them yet has to keep doing his job. In addition, the end of the story shows how the sniper reacts when he finds out who the enemy sniper he had killed was. The author writes, “Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother’s
All the rage that had been building up inside of me since the end of the trial boiled over and I grabbed the young boy, knocking the girl over. He fought with all he had, causing me to lose my hold on him. He fell to the ground, but was up in a flash and began to lead his sister away from me. I couldn’t let that happen so I grabbed the little punk by the back of the shirt, and pushed him to the ground. Then, with a satisfying crunch, I stepped on his arm and broke it, causing him to
“Well now I don't really care. Why would I? Now in your dying seconds think of what you have done to your family.” Rojo said and as he finished a loud thump and some gunshots echoed from inside. Rojo and his men all whipped around to see what it was. The man started scooting back and tried to get up and run. Rojo turned and saw him running and within two seconds his men had shot the man in both of his ankles. Rojo walked over to him as he screamed and moaned in pain.
He turned his head away unsuspecting that the time of his demise was near. I raised my gun up, looked through the scope, put the dot on where his vitals should be, and using great effort not to let the shakes take over and alter my shot, I squeezed the trigger. I watched the bright yellow sparks fly from my barrel as the black powder expelled the lump of lead flying straight into his chest. As he staggered away in shock from the events that occurred in what felt like a fraction of a second I kept a close eye on him to know where to retrieve his dead
I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I kept my hopes, dreams, and childhood memories. His words could not devour me there, and his violence could not poison my soul because I was in my own world, away from this reality. When it was all over, and the only thing left were bruises, tears, and bleeding flesh, I felt a relief run through my body. It was so predictable. For there was no more need to recede, only to recover. There was no more reason to be afraid; it was over. He would feel sorry for me, promise that it would never happen again, hold me, and say how much he loved me. This was the end of the pain, not the beginning, and I believed that everything would be all right.
I was sitting behind a wall, and as soon as I heard that whistle, I felt the adrenaline shoot into my blood and my body switched into my 007 agent mode. I turned around and leaned a little over to see my view and if it was clear to attempt a good shot. "PUFT" The first gunshot, and it wasn't mine. I quickly go back to my safe spot behind the wall. Did it hit someone? Does this hurt? All I could think of now was how much one of those little balls of paint, travelling I don't know at how many kilometers per hour hurt. And oh boy, I wished I
I awoke! Cold and surrounded, as I stared my demons straight in the face. I knew I was a goner, there was nothing left. My prayers were in vain, there was no God that was going to save me, and even if there was, I presumed that this was my punishment for all the harm and hurt I had caused in my life. This became the lowest moment of my entire life, the point where I almost ended it. I couldn't take the pain, I didn't want to live another second in the place that held me
Novelist and short story writer, Liam O’Flaherty grew up in a village on the western coast of Ireland. He was a good student when he was young, and when he grew older, he enlisted in the British Army. Later, after enlisting in the army, he began to write stories while he was in the war. Many of Liam O’Flaherty’s short stories about war, have become very popular throughout the world. One of his greatest, most popular stories, “The Sniper” has some of O’Flaherty’s experiences of being in the war. The short story, “The Sniper”, was published in the London paper, The New Leader, on January 12, 1923. Liam O’Flaherty was a World War I veteran. He wrote most of his stories while in the war. The stories he wrote, became very popular after the
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they