The Universe's Mixer

The City was in panic now and the fear and confusion was palpable. But it was time, the next in line, and this one too would be quick.

A knife though more personal, was not the smart move with her. She was a hunter, not entirely human herself either or so that was the rumour. She liked guns herself so the irony could not be lost.

As the dark haired hunter stalked the night, I stalked her.

The roof gave ample cover and several escape routes had been configured. Sometimes close quarters cat and mouse games took care of the job, and sometimes it was better as a game of hunter versus hunted because often one had to really figure out what part they were playing.

Right in the middle of the area she had been tracking, I watched through the scope. Closer and closer now, and time would be at end.

For her.

For now.

And there she was.

Focus now. One shot and let it be done.
Breathe.

Finger on the trigger. Hold your breath.

Pull the trigger.

And fire.