Another Perfect Kill
by Danielle La Paglia
Jason stared out across the open field, his eye trained on the target, finger aching and ready. The smell of damp earth hung in the air. A drop of sweat crept down his temple despite the chill of the night. He fought hard not to blink as he stalked his prey through the sight.
As the clouds shifted, moonlight trickled through the branches of the surrounding trees revealing a clear shot. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled as he pulled the trigger. The bullet zipped through the night air and found its mark. He watched for movement, waiting to ensure he struck true.
After several long minutes he wiped the moisture from his face with the back of his sleeve and rose from the shelter of the tall grass. With the confidence of the kill fresh in his veins, he marched across the clearing to claim his prize.
He soaked in the quiet victory of his hunt. Stars twinkled in the cold, dead eyes staring up into the night sky. Jason wondered at the peaceful look on his victim’s face before turning to go.
Another life taken.
Another threat removed.
Another perfect kill.