Post by Luca Sandoval on Dec 2, 2019 0:17:06 GMT
Luca didn't want to accept it. His deep seated denial and refusal to accept it making him arrogant and determined. He was watching the target through the window, his sniper rifle pointed right at him. But, he lacked the same . . . focus he normally had. Was that even the right word for it? Focus? Concentration? Stealth? Accuracy? Yes. Definitely accuracy for when he fired the bullet, it grazed the target's arm. The impact of it however caused the target to stumble back, slip and hit his head on the edge of a desk. Well, damn. While accidents were an assassin's friend, for it became less problematic and drew less attention . . . Black Swan preferred it the other way. He preferred knowing that it was him, and only him who had killed the target. Thus, disproving any hindrance of his powers that he was feeling. There was only one way to find out. Having watched the house, he knew no one else was home so hurried inside, closing the door behind him and looking at the . . . unconscious man. Yes. He was unconscious. He could see the rise and fall of his chest. Black Swan took a slow breath and closed his eyes, putting his finger to his temple before flicking it forward while simultaneously opening his eyes. While it caused the body to jolt, the impact was far greater on Black Swan. His lips parted in agony though he made no sound. His features twisted in pain as he could practically feel a piece of his brain frying. Had it not been his arrogance, he would not have placed himself in this position. And he would not have damaged his mental state even more. And he would not have been so delayed in his reaction that he belatedly recognized a woman standing there. There was a witness. Yet he was still trying to recover from his failed attempt of his powers. One thing at a time. Not that time was ever on a hitman's side. |
