[ WP ] A demon is sent to steal a human 's soul and bring it back to Hell . Make me feel a strong emotion , whether good or bad .

I hate my job, I thought, sliding another magazine into my rifle. Hundreds of feet below me a massive crowd was now in full panic. They ran in every direction, I could see people being crushed by the stampede. Police vans drove through the sea of parting people, making their way to the podium who's speaker I'd just shot. I loaded a round into the breach with a slide, and then fired. And then once more. And then again. They could n't see where I was firing from, I was way too far away. It must be surreal to be down there. People dropping left and right, and not a clue why. 
 
 My skin tight armor padding annoyed me enough under my white dress shirt for me to have to adjust it, losing vital seconds. You see, I shoot for the chest, but my bullets lose their impact over the massive distance, what would've regularly broken the ceramic plating and pierce through both sides of a target could only barely pierce the plating at this distance. So I had to hit the President in the neck at an angle. And I did, and now he's bleeding out on the floor of the stage, his coughing drowned out by the unnecessary screams of the crowd. Well, so much for peace, was the next thing that ran through my mind as I loosed another few rounds in quick succession. If I had aimed for the head of my target, I'd have ruined the picture that would be in the paper tomorrow, they need to have a clear image of their martyr for this to work. 
 
 I like to think I'm an agent. An agent of chaos. I work for the Devil, but it's all in my mind. But then, the mind is the most real place we can imagine. After the President had died on the stage, I disassembled my rifle, clipped it's now full case shut after loading the charge inside, and then threw the case off the side of the building. A few seconds passed and a massive ball of flame carved it's way through the air. I tugged on my gloves and adjusted my baby blue tie, and walked towards the maintenance door. 
 
 When I made it down to the lobby, I saw a few hotel employees cowering behind their desks. Sheep, I thought. No one was coming to kill them, they just liked the feeling of fear, they just wanted someone to fix the problem for them, regardless if the problem affected them. I stalked out of the hotel and into the hot sun and clear sky. The square was emptying out quickly, but still had enough people for me to blend in. I began running, mimicking the disorganization of people in the crowd, I got closer and closer to the center of them, and then I was safe. The drones arrived above and were scanning the crowd as we ran, if they detected anyone who was n't signed in to hear the speech, they'd know the assassin was there. Luckily the drones are stupid, for all their programming and all their hardware, they could n't tell the difference between one frightened monkey from another. 
 
 It's in the mind, all the fear, all the panic, it's just made more obvious by the presence of other people. You want to feel scared when others are scared, you want to feel brave when they're brave. It's the principle of panic, it unites people, our governments been using it for years, they tie everyone together and make them watch a terrible event. United they will cower, and united they will support the passage of bills that take away their security, united they fall. 
 
 I got to my car, it recognized my key and immediately opened the door upwards, the driver's seat turned to face the outside and I hopped in. It twisted me forward and the door slid back down. I floored it, and the silent coils inside of the motor gave me immediate torque. And then I was off, screeching tires down the road. The act was done, but it felt wrong. I'm a part of the system, I'm an agent of chaos. And I work for the Devil, bringing him the souls of patriots and the blood of the honorable. The Devil in our case is simply a term for those who sit on top and ride the class system. They'll be done and give the power to their sons, and their sons, and their sons. The only way to get rid of it is to end it all. To install a leader worthy of holding power. That's why I did what I did, so that one day hope could rise to the top in the form of one man. Not a dictator, but someone who was worthy to stop me, someone who had the power to unite the people against me. I'll keep killing the higher ups as long as they keep killing our independence. But I have a hope for one man. He should be able to do it, to stop me. I'll be their common enemy if just to allow them to thrive in peace. But first comes the war, first comes the death and out of the fires we'll be reborn. The Devil does n't even realize. 
 
 Meanwhile I'll just be dragging suits, kicking and screaming, to hell.
