Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30105631-20161102081017

They say the best way to kill a man is a bullet between the eyes. In actual fact, the bullet should go in the temple for maximum damage.

She's been waiting there all night. Her sniper rifle is loaded with three bullets, but she knows she'll only need one. She sips her coffee, which has long since gone cold in the dark of night. She has not slept, has been forced to wait until the morning is about to break, but it is worth it. Anything to put a dent in evil. That's why they call her the vigilante.

A door in the back slips open, and her fingers tighten on the trigger. Her eyes squint, making sure the shot is perfect, as the man in the scope looks around nervously. Right as he is straightening up, right as he seems as if he believes the danger is gone, the vigilante pulls the trigger.

His head snaps back, blood spraying the ground, and the shot rings out among the cobblestones. The vigilante quickly packs up her sniper rifle, and she heads home, getting into bed.

As she sleeps, she remembers the hidden fourth bullet. It's the one she doesn't put in her rifle, but instead keeps in a little pistol at her bedside. That bullet is reserved for if she kills a town member. If that were to happen, she would know what to do.

The as-of-yet-unreavealed mayor's lifeless body continues to bleed onto the ground.

End of Vigilante story.