Two days ago...

He moved silently, making sure that no one noticed him. His target was a few feet away from him, speaking boisterously into the microphone. He knew that the man was spewing out lies again, and the foolish masses were gobbling them down like they were manna from heaven. Well, in a way manna would be made available after his presence here; not really manna... more like peanuts.

He was now so close, he could see the man's guards trying to prevent people from reaching him. Maybe they suspected that he would be dying today, but they would never prevent it.

He got to the front, after slithering through the throng of people like a snake, he looked at his prey with all the hate and anger he had to give. He closed his eyes and saw them, he relived the day his world came crashing down.

He opened his eyes, felt hot tears cascade down his cheeks as he launched the axe he was hiding in his big trench coat. The axe sailed in the air and lodged in the fat man's heart. The man's last words of deceit were stuck in his throat as he slumped.

Bull's eye, he thought, before raising his hands in a form of surrender.

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