(Closed) His hand shot back a bit as he pressed the trigger, watching the bullet hit bullseye. He never missed a shot. Never. He couldn't. Since the first day he picked up a gun, which was when he was nine, he never missed the target. But on this particular day, his target was a picture posted to the side of a brick building. From the sounds of gunfire, he didn't hear the footsteps. "What are you doing?!" Someone said. Alarmed, he spun around, pointing both guns at the newcomer's head.
