Challenge post
Challenge: Monologue
Title: Poor Execution, Horrible Finish
Words: 497
Notes: This has been gnawing on my brain for a long time. Now I have the chance to write it down for a challenge. Xigbar is the poor character chosen for this.
He checked and then rechecked his weapon. It never failed to be prepared. A jammed round in the chamber could mean the difference between a clean escape and a world of pain.
"Carefully, the sniper lies in wait. Situated on the ceiling, lookin' down, he scouts for his target." Xigbar grinned as he self-narrated, crouching upside-down on the white plaster ceiling. "Slowly breathin' out, anticipating the kill, he can taste it in the air." He heard that line somewhere before and always wanted to use it.
A familiar measured tread caught his ears. Grinning as Xigbar saw his intended victim round the corner, completely oblivious to where he was, he continued to half-mutter to himself. "The target approaches, scowling in the usual fashion. With agility and precision, the sniper moves forwards, careful to not get caught on the lights."
Skirting around the over-opulent ceiling fixtures, Xigbar was careful to watch that his coat didn't brush against anything that would cause a noise. That would've been a bitch if he was done in that way, now wouldn't it? Having his hair caught in the chain was just as annoying.
"Pausing outside the kitchen door, the smell of black coffee and food in the microwave make the sniper stop. He had been told the microwave had been broken last week. He had starved on a diet of take-out because of it. Obviously nobody told him thinkin' he'd break the new one." Xigbar's stomach rumbled at the pizza smell. It was four-cheese, his favourite. "Resolutely waiting," he checked his guns one last time because considering his victim, it was better this way, "the sniper will chow down on his target's food as a reward."
Chuckling to himself and the ingenuity of the plan Xigbar warped silently into the kitchen. Still clinging to the ceiling like a spider, he took cover behind one of the cabinets. He moved closer to his prey in a stealthy manner, pausing when the victim idly scratched his chin or looked through the fridge. When Xigbar was nearly above his target the Nobody shifted, feet firmly planted to the ceiling, ready to take the shot.
"Targeting his sights on the back of the victim's neck, there's a hush drawn as--"
"If the sniper is so kind as to pull the point of his gun from the back of my neck," Xaldin responded, "then the ridiculous monologue will be overlooked and I won't eviscerate him."
"What makes you think you can stop me?" Xigbar squeezed the triggers...
"If you ever want children in the near future you'll stop now." Without looking Xaldin pointed over his shoulder. Carefully, still keeping his finger on the trigger, Xigbar turned. He noticed the close proximity of Xaldin's lance in relation to his groin.
"Deal's a deal, buddy." Guns vanishing in black mist, Xigbar twisted off the ceiling and landed easily on his feet. "For the moment anyways. Have you ever tried describing someone else's actions when they're right there, just as a way to change things up?"
Title: Poor Execution, Horrible Finish
Words: 497
Notes: This has been gnawing on my brain for a long time. Now I have the chance to write it down for a challenge. Xigbar is the poor character chosen for this.
He checked and then rechecked his weapon. It never failed to be prepared. A jammed round in the chamber could mean the difference between a clean escape and a world of pain.
"Carefully, the sniper lies in wait. Situated on the ceiling, lookin' down, he scouts for his target." Xigbar grinned as he self-narrated, crouching upside-down on the white plaster ceiling. "Slowly breathin' out, anticipating the kill, he can taste it in the air." He heard that line somewhere before and always wanted to use it.
A familiar measured tread caught his ears. Grinning as Xigbar saw his intended victim round the corner, completely oblivious to where he was, he continued to half-mutter to himself. "The target approaches, scowling in the usual fashion. With agility and precision, the sniper moves forwards, careful to not get caught on the lights."
Skirting around the over-opulent ceiling fixtures, Xigbar was careful to watch that his coat didn't brush against anything that would cause a noise. That would've been a bitch if he was done in that way, now wouldn't it? Having his hair caught in the chain was just as annoying.
"Pausing outside the kitchen door, the smell of black coffee and food in the microwave make the sniper stop. He had been told the microwave had been broken last week. He had starved on a diet of take-out because of it. Obviously nobody told him thinkin' he'd break the new one." Xigbar's stomach rumbled at the pizza smell. It was four-cheese, his favourite. "Resolutely waiting," he checked his guns one last time because considering his victim, it was better this way, "the sniper will chow down on his target's food as a reward."
Chuckling to himself and the ingenuity of the plan Xigbar warped silently into the kitchen. Still clinging to the ceiling like a spider, he took cover behind one of the cabinets. He moved closer to his prey in a stealthy manner, pausing when the victim idly scratched his chin or looked through the fridge. When Xigbar was nearly above his target the Nobody shifted, feet firmly planted to the ceiling, ready to take the shot.
"Targeting his sights on the back of the victim's neck, there's a hush drawn as--"
"If the sniper is so kind as to pull the point of his gun from the back of my neck," Xaldin responded, "then the ridiculous monologue will be overlooked and I won't eviscerate him."
"What makes you think you can stop me?" Xigbar squeezed the triggers...
"If you ever want children in the near future you'll stop now." Without looking Xaldin pointed over his shoulder. Carefully, still keeping his finger on the trigger, Xigbar turned. He noticed the close proximity of Xaldin's lance in relation to his groin.
"Deal's a deal, buddy." Guns vanishing in black mist, Xigbar twisted off the ceiling and landed easily on his feet. "For the moment anyways. Have you ever tried describing someone else's actions when they're right there, just as a way to change things up?"