He had been sitting on the rooftop for several days now, under the merciless rain and sun. He didn't really know what was expected of him. His back was aching really badly and he wanted out as soon as possible. "Hell of a damn job," he thought while peering through his binoculars "I should have been a librarian instead."
His job was to observe his target. At times, his target would just stay motionless, driving the senses out of him and rendering his mind numb. At times, his target would move like a cheetah, urging him to the brinks of desperation. And all he could do, was to observe, and wait.
His target knew that he was there, oh yea, she did. She was a sitting duck, knowing that people were observing her from every single angle possible, yet she stayed, as instructed by her superiors. She often found it difficult to calm herself down.
At times she trembled in fear tied to a chair in the middle of a clearing, for she knew her time was almost up. At times she felt, so helpless, as she was unwanted by her superiors and they had forsaken her, leaving her with no other place to go. At times, she felt so impatient, not knowing why death wouldn't claim her earlier. "Damn it," she thought tied to a chair with tears trickling down her cheeks "I should have been a stationary seller instead."
It was like an extreme cat and mouse game. Prey and Predator. Edwin and fried chicken.
With much automation, he got into a front crawl position and double corrected his sniper's aim on her head. He peeked at his watch from the corner of his eye, it was almost time. He knew he wasn't alone on this, there were at least 8 other people at various adjacent positions, waiting with murderous intent. "Who ever got the kill first, wins the game," he thought "And it's gonna be me. "
Buzzer goes off.
Thunderous shots echoed through the air. Dust gradually settled. What left in place on the chair was a bloody mess. Her legs remained but her body, was in pieces all over the place radiating away from her like a child's art work of a red sun. "I'm sorry, my child", he thought as he recovered "But life's a bitch, so accept it."
Cheers erupted from the stands as his name flashed up from the big screen. He had won! He had managed to win the game! He stood up, triumphantly, throwing his fists in the air, but suddenly the crowd died down. Bewildered, he turned around to see 3 man in black suits solemnly walking towards him.
"What is this!?" he shouted in confusion and uneasiness.
"Mr Howe, sorry but to inform you this, but you don't have enough money in your Paypal account! "
- Chunhowe, on steaming when he won an ebay auction item, and potong steaming when he realised his paypal account had insufficient funds inside.
