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Greg crouched down, sniper in hand and an annoying brother next to him, hyping him on.

He was eyeing a man named Charlie Kirk, he has heard of the man before, mostly due to his VERY interesting takes on things. To say the least.

Abortion is murder, mocking someone's religion, "Palestine isn't a real country!" Well, let's what's real and what not.

Greg isn't the type of person to kill them because of their horrible opinions, even he wouldn't go THAT far. But Charlie Kirk is different, He's a father who has openly admitted that if his three-year-old daughter got uhm... raped… he'd force her to give birth.

This man's ideology is clearly harmful. Opinions are words sure, but words can tell a lot about a person believe it or not and from what he could tell, this Charlie guy seems to have said some pretty damning stuff.

His fingers itched at the trigger. He wanted to pull it so bad. So, so bad. He wanted to get this over with. Please.

"Go Greg Go!" Rodrick egged him on with a stupid grin. Greg, as much as he loved his dear brother, he really couldn't stand his shit sometimes. The only reason he even allowed him to tag along is because Rodrick promised Ice-cream. Now c'mon... He gets paid good money AND ice cream??

He'd be insane to say no.

Finally, the time struck and he pulled the trigger. It hit him straight in the neck. Bullseye.

And in a blink gone. The man was gone.

Greg got up and helped Rodrick up from where they were crouching. Rodrick was gaping a little, yet he seemed to have a childish glee in his eyes. Greg smiled at his brother's face, he rarely got to see that side of Rodrick, in a way it's almost surreal. He didn't really care that he got that joy out of seeing his baby brother kill someone, he was happy that he got to see Rodrick be a little happier.

He dusted off some imaginary dirt away from his sleek black jacket and put his sniper away.

"C'mon! Let's get some ice-cream loser" Rodrick beamed as he dragged Greg by the arm. And all Greg could do was sigh as he got dragged.

He heard ambulance sirens far in the distance.

He paid no mind.

Because live goes on.

As it does.