The President's AssassinationA Story by Andy RuffettHe plans to kill him.
I’m sitting down.
The gun feels like a hot burning stone in my hand even though it hasn’t been
fired yet. The president is
standing looking at me with fear in his eyes. He has no idea if I’m going to
fire. I’m not even sure. I hate this f*****g b*****d so much. He didn't do anything for America
except become its next President. His leadership didn't help anyone nor did he do anything for this
country except sit on his lazy a*s and watch his nation burn. I hate this man.
He deserves to die but I’m not sure if I’m the one who should commit his death
sentence. I just work here, a standard desk job like the rest of these lousy
people in this establishment. They all do the work not even questioning the
president’s ideas or beliefs. Somebody should have put a stop to him long ago.
I should have hired some well-trained assassin but I was too livid with hate
when I walked in here and hadn’t really thought what I was doing. I just
grabbed the gun out of my closet with one thing on my mind, to kill the
president. The gun’s still
hot in my hand. I’m sweating so much that I can’t even hold the gun straight. He thinks I’m
going to fire and my eyes are focused like two devils staring at his stupid
face. I want to fire this gun. I want to, but I can’t. He’s smiling. “You really
think you can get away with this?” he chuckles. I don’t say
anything and still stare at him, hate burning inside me. “You know I could just
call security.” Then why don’t you, I
think to myself. But I know the answer. He isn’t scared, he doesn’t think I have the guts to kill him.
But he’s wrong. Very wrong. There’s coffee
spilt over my desk. I knocked the mug over when I turned around to face the
b*****d. There’s a bookshelf behind me. If he has a gun, that’s what I’ll be
crashing into, but wouldn’t he be reaching for it now? It’s just the
president and me now; everyone else has run out of the room, probably calling
the police. I smile at him
for the first time, knowing that in just a few short seconds his life will be
over. I fire the gun,
there’s no sound. I forgot to fill
it.
© 2011 Andy RuffettAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 16, 2011 Last Updated on March 25, 2011 Tags: assassination, president, gun. Previous Versions AuthorAndy RuffettToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is Andy Ruffett and I love writing. It's been my passion and it always will be. My writing expands through me through many different ways such as through story telling. Sometimes my stories ar.. more..Writing
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