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Through the eyes of a sniper

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  06:08:53  28 July 2004
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Amoki
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Through the eyes of a sniper

hah... another STALKER fanfic done by the infamous amoki, but this one is relatively short... I am trying to learn how to depict short scenes like "kill or be killed" by Grisly Silence.

Enjoy!


Through the eyes of a sniper

I see the eagle, swivelling at the blue sky. From above a tree, I feel exactly like an eagle. I feel powerful, I feel free, I feel closer to the sky.

I am a sniper in The Zone.

I see a crow, weakened by god-knows-what from The Zone. The bird looks tired, an easy prey in the sky. It will die soon, no doubt, by either hungry stalkers desperate for a meal on the ground or the aggressive bird of preys in th sky.
The eagle stops circling now, and, shifted its wing towards the bird. With powerful flaps, it glides towards the crow, its talons perched.

The crow does not stand a chance. Seconds later, a dead crow is firmly clutched in the firm claws o the victorious eagle.

I am the eagle. My scope is my eyes, my camouflage face and NBC suit my wings, my SVU sniper rifle my talons. I am the bird of prey.

I feel powerful. No- I am powerful. I strike when no one know, I hunt when the hunted feels safe.

I have no conscience. Mutants and humans are all the same to me - big games to be shoot at to take prize for. Those who are good to me are my allies; those who oppose me will die. I have seen too much in my time in The Zone. I have seen too much friends die, too much strife and conflict, too much crimes unrepented.

I do not take sides. I do not choose to be good, or to be bad. I just take opportunity, as well as justified reason to hunt them down. I just kill.

I am a soldier once- a Marine sniper who served my time with my country. I have seen too much killing to know that life is fragile under a rounded piece of metal. I have kill too much - my given reasons were that those in my crosshair are threats to my country and my fellow soldiers. I am tired of my life. I came to The Zone to seek reasons to live, but I am still searching.

My attention turns down to the dense forest below. It is a quite day. I have been seeking for my target to practice shooting with, looking for both humans and mutants to hone my sniper skill.

I see a stalker moving, not far away.

My laser rangefinder tells me 574.54m. But does that tell me much? No. It only tells me I am in range.

I raise my sniper rifle into action. My right knee moves to accommodate my right arm, which in turn accommodate the barrel of my rifle.

The stalker looks so much peaceful than I am through the scope. He looks barely out of his teens. He must have been from Ukraine, that boy. His blonde hair and white face told me so, his blue eyes still mimicking innocence. He could have been only 17 year-old, for all I care. He is not tall, but he is kind of skinny. The mixture of this two features made him looks like a weakling for me. but that can change if I am the one who train him, I know. He is only dressed in heavy blue woollen sweater and a green cotton trouser. I smile. Everyone in this world knows that Chernobyl is a dangerous place. Obviously this boy knows nothing about radiation.

He takes his every step cautiously, gripping the dull-coloured AK-74. Even his way of holding a gun is wrong- his right hand rests on the banana clip instead of the barrel. His eyes constantly dart around in look for danger. A dented old plastic water bottle, the kinds that comes with pure mineral water in the supermarket, hangs loosely on his belt by a small piece of nylon rope. It doesn't take an imaginative mind to picture that this boy looks like a bovine to me, with a bell that chimes loosely whenever it moves.

I laughed silently. He is a newbie alright.

A newbie is easy to snipe, but can I kill him? I do not have a moral obligation not to. I have no one to follow my footsteps, no one to point a finger at me to say "Look, he is a newbie-killer!
  16:03:31  28 July 2004
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GrislySilence
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That's really good! I loved the first few paragraphs with "I am the eagle." That was great. And you had me fooled at the part where he "shot" the kid, I figured the gun was loaded. Short but sweet. Loved it.
  19:44:19  28 July 2004
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Amoki
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That's really good! I loved the first few paragraphs with "I am the eagle." That was great. And you had me fooled at the part where he "shot" the kid, I figured the gun was loaded. Short but sweet. Loved it.
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