Posted by Gabby on October 07, 2001 at 19:28:31:
The stage was all but empty, the orchestra playing an aria by an obsure European composer. Even the balconies were full to see this lovely Welsch singer. She was dressed in a tight low cut bright red evening gown. Her long brown hair framed her beautiful face perfectly, her light blue eyes were focused on an empty part of the back wall. Her powerful soprano voice covered the entire hall. Her Italian gave not hint of the cockney accent that was prevelant in her speech. Her name was Charlotte Church. She was completely unaware of an uninvited and unpaying guest perched above the highest balcony. In the darkness of the venilation shaft his rifle also went un-noticed. He had been well informed of this evening, right down to the gown that Charlotte would be wearing. He fitted his telescopic sight on the barrel carefully making sure it lined up with the sights on the weapon. He ordinarily prefered a laser sight, but the red silk of Charlotte's gown shimmering under the lights would make the sight impossible to see. He played the sights over the young woman's curvaceous body, watching her every movement as she sung. He had learned the aria well and knew her last note, and the last note of the orchestra moments later would be his cue. The silencer on the end of the barrel slowed the bullet down, but the echoeing blast inside the venilation shaft would deafen him. He chose to use a lighter steel jacketed bullet and the silencer rather than the alternative. As he heard the crescendo of the aria, he moved the crosshairs over the young woman's heart. When he had taken this contract and saw her picture he thought that Charlotte was too beautiful to suffer. This would be a quick clean heart shot. He heard Charlotte's voice trill at the last high note, then the echoeing orchestra. The rifle barely coughed in his hand as he squeezed the trigger. Charlotte's lips pulled back in a cute smile as she heard the audience's applause. She was the only person in the hall who heard a dull smack. The impact bent her slightly as the bullet plowed into her rounded belly, through her guts, and out her back just missing her spine. Charlotte's powerful voice trilled again, this time in a loud scream of agony:
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!"
Charlotte lay both of her hands over the wound in her belly as she stumbled. She looked around the hall desperately seeking whom she was to flee from.
"The silencer...it slowed the bullet down too much." the assassin spat.
He moved a small lever on his weapon that changed from single shot to semi-automatic.
"This should get her." he commented as he moved the crosshairs over the young woman's right shoulder.
He squeezed the trigger as he moved the sights over to her left shoulder.
"Huuhhh!" Charlotte grunted and she hunched her shoulders as her big tits shook.
Her jaw dropped as she looked down at a line of bullet holes stitched across her large breasts. Her light blue eyes rolled upward as her knees buckled and she crumpled like a rag doll. She lay on her back with her hips turned and her legs lying together and bent. Her left hand lay in front of her face and her right lay on her hip. Her eyes were closed gently as if she were asleep. Her lips were parted just slightly and except for the blood stains on her blouse she looked like she was resting comfortably. In a matter of seconds a little blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth and fell onto the stage. It was only when she failed to rise for a little bit that some of the people in the front row began to realize the obvious...Charlotte was dead.