Osaka PV: Oliver

I take a deep breath and the entire world seems to go still. My sight focuses on my scope and everything becomes crystal clear for me, my hands stop trembling and, with my target in sight, there’s little more that I need to remind myself: Squeeze the trigger, lightly, follow the movement and don’t hesitate.

The bullet goes forward, as if in slow motion, it crosses the air before smashing against the target, entering it and then making it explode in a micro rain of water. The target is no more; I’ve put an end to it by creating a little tiny black hole that took its universe’s life away bit by bit, in a speed that no one could really see until it was too late.

I put a conclusion to what I decide has to conclude, for I have never had trouble in aiming for a goal and my scope knows no limitations, I am a finale, I am the Omega of this world and my only boundaries are the rules of a soldier. I am a wild card, even when I am neutral in my doings, for I make damn sure that my rules are never crossed.

Sadly, at times like this: when all my targets are gone and I am alone with my weapon, I tend to let my mind drift and begin to second guess myself. Part of me is sure that the reason why I don’t have a set way is because I am better off without the limitations of Fate… still, another part of me wonders if the truth is that I have not set down on a path because Fate is the only thing that evades my scope.