he perched himself on a bar table.
the place was dark and noisy. sweaty bodies gyrated to nonsensical beats and tunes on the dance floor. elsewhere, people conversed silently - their mouths moved, yet no sound seemed to come out of them. ironical, considering these people came here to look for someone to communicate with, and all they managed was to do was hold a conversation with half-filled wine glasses and bourbon-laced cushions..
his eyes darted around - he had been searching for the person he was supposed to look for but to no avail. until now. "Gosh," he thought to himself. "远在天边，近在眼前." 2 tables away, a young man of not more than 20 stood, somewhat awkwardly, and out of place. he was dressed in over-sized tees with the word 'gangsta' screaming loudly from it, as if his leg-shaking and his rainbow-streaked hair weren't proof enough he was one. at least they suggested he was one.
he was careful not to let anyone have the slightest sense of what he was doing. he slowly drew out his weapon from a well-packed box, what with an insulation layer to prevent the weapon from screwing up. he held it the way he knew best, as he had always been holding it all these years. [bio-data:~ age:20 ~ occupation (by day) : taking the life out of teachers ~ occupation (by night) : taking the lives out of innocent people ~ no. of years in the line: since age 12]
with his finger in its usual place on the weapon, he was ready to strike any moment. from the corner of his eye, however, he observed that his target had walked over in his direction, as though an innocent church-mouse running obliviously into a trap baited with blue cheese. his heart skipped a beat, but not because he was going to be discovered any time. rather, he had a perverted form of excitement running through his whole body - 送羊入虎口.
"hi, the name's JK. seems that you are new here."
"here to make friends," he thought. he edged a smile, held up his weapon boldly, took in a deep breath, and then heaved out another.
BANG!
one minute of the boy's life died.
~~~
as he walked out of the shop, a tree branch had fallen on the roof due the thunderstorm hours earlier. the shop sign turned from 'PUFF' to 'POFF'. he walked away, as though what had just transpired did not take place at all, already preparing his weapon for his next innocent victim.
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