Leon's English Journal

He stepped onto the podium, and glared down at the piece of paper in front of him. Sweat trickled down his nose, he shook uncontrollably, but this man knew what he was going to say. He knew what he must say. “Next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh…” A gunshot broke the flow of silence. The man dropped dead with his words in his mouth.. He collapsed and dropped onto the ground, smashing the glass cup he was holding. The audience burst into cries and shouts. Several more shots were scattered across the thousands of members in the hall. Men and women dropped like flies, whilst attempting to flee from the terror. Blood seeped across the marble floor creating stripped patterns, like the white and red stripes of the great american flag.

It was going to be an important day for our country. America was a nation of actors and patriots, who talked about how great their country was. The worlds super power. But all that was going to change. Me and my three droogs geared up and loaded our guns with polyas. We had no objective, our only purpose was to wound America, and spill American blood, as they did to us. Slowly, I placed my Russian red balaclava on. It wasn’t cold.

There were a couple of hours left before we engraved our names into American history. I peered though a window, thousands of Americans entered the hall. A smile crept on my face. There was no security at an event like this. Then I remembered, security always walk through the top viewing area of the hall, and down the aisle. “Yebat! Both of you get under those tables now, security will walk through here any second now” Rapidly, I dived towards the door. I had my knife in my hand which trembled. We could not have failed, not after all the blood and sacrifice we went through to get there. Suddenly, the door creaked open. It sounded like a whole unit was out there. It was me and my knife, versus twenty armed officers. It was unfair, for them. One drunk officer walked, completely unnoticed us. Stealthily, I moved towards him and slit his throat, blood gushing out towards the wall. My droogs moved over and hid his body under a desk. Only one officer walked in, the rest had decided to take another route.

“Why are we doing this” Asked Dimitri, he was the youngest and did not fully understand the situation. He was simply forced into the duty. Without thinking I told him what I would have told my sons “America has killed our people, threatened us and most importantly they believe they are the most powerful nation on the planet and one that can not be touched. That needs to be changed. We do this for mother Russia” Dimitri nodded but I could see he was unsatisfied with my answer. “Its time” called Vladislav. The briefcase under my knees held the tool which I needed. I assembled the sniper and loaded it with only five polyas. We all had our guns prepared, but we thought we would not leave alive. My scope encircled my eye. I zoomed in on the speaker, and carefully observed him. He was the prey, and I was the predator who was going to devour him. As soon as he started speaking the man had already made a fool of himself. I let him embrace his last moment of life. Then I pulled the trigger…