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The Green Sniper

Rough draft of Chapter 1

The night air was dry and cold, the dim lights of candles and holograms lighting the streets of The Slums. Panic cries filled the quiet street, the cries were coming from four young women who were bound and sat in a row on the rocky drift ground, two teenage boys stood behind them, the smaller one held a camera the other a loaded pistol. They laughed together and the taller one pointed the gun at the smallest of the girls, the cold metal pressed against her head and she let out a scared whine.

Watching the scene from above was as difficult to keep from turning away as it would be on the ground, Siren watched through the scope of her rifle. She gripped the gun harder, the words of her father rung through her mind.

“Aim…”

She whispered to herself, aiming the crosshairs to the taller boys head.

“Deep breath…”

She took a deep breath, emptying her mind. This is important. Lives were on the line.

“Fire.”

Once aimed, she pulled the trigger, a loud bang boomed through the air, by the time the smaller one realized what was happening, his friend was on the ground with a bullet in his head. Siren quickly turned her crosshairs to the other, took a breath, and fired. The boy fell with a loud thud. A few people rushed out of their homes, helping the girls up and ushering them inside.

Siren relaxed lowering her rifle and brushing a green lock of hair out of her face. Siren, was what people called a greenie, a person born with green hair. A side effect from an experiment conducted by a government research team, the exact reasoning was unknown do to all survivors were deemed too mentally unstable to be a reliable source, or couldn’t remember.

The woman turned tucking her rifle into the case and slinging it over her shoulder. She turned on her heel and made her way to the fire escape she used to get up on the roof. Once at the bottom she looked over at the two bodies on the ground, what a waste of bullets. The camera still laid in the ground and Siren tilted her head, ‘it’d sell well’ she thought and made her way towards it, picking the device up and inspecting it, a red light flashed besides three white letters 'REC’ Siren turn it a pressed a few of the buttons until it stopped.

She turned it a few more times then tucked it into her bag and continued walking. She hadn’t expected this one, kids from the ritz coming down here to cause trouble wasn’t uncommon, she just didn’t expect them this time.

The slums and the ritz were two vary different places, as the name suggests, the ritz was home to the Rich, given anything they wanted no matter what, and the slums, home to those who were poverty stricken and scavenging what the ritz leave behind. There was no middle class, you were either rich or poor. Kids would often go to the slums and torment the residents. Knowing full well that nobody would help them, murder ignored, reports of injuries or illness fell of deft ears. Everyone always said it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

One thing about Siren was she wasn’t vary good at listening.

Notes: oh would you look at this mess… I’m not sure if I’ll continue it, I’d like to but it’s pretty bad. I’m not good at writing… I need sleep what am I doing its 3 in the morning.