[ wp ] The killing of ten thousand people can now bring one person back to life .

Evgeny Kolsav quietly sat on the rooftop of the apartment complex as the cold night air stung his aged face. He drew in a quick breath as he looked up at the evening sky, the stars struggling to shine past the metropolis' polution. 
 
 *You're up there, Moira. * 
 
 He quickly reached into an athletic bag he had brought with him and slowly unpacked a disassembled rifle. 
 
 *I'll bring you back down. * 
 
 As he slowly began to adjust the parts of the rifle, he recollected his tally of hits he had completed over his lifetime. 
 
 9,998. 
 
 This was his final hit - a corrupt beaurcrat and his wife always took a walk along one of the city's many riversides. They always walked in the evening along the same path for ten years. Tonight, it was routine that would kill them both. 
 
 Evgeny's watch buzzed as a tiny alarm sounded. He quickly muted it and smiled. It was time. 
 
 He crawled towards the ledge and placed the rifle towards the river. He adjusted the scope and within the minute, was laying down quietly as an armoured car pulled up to the riverside two hundred meters away. He quickly stuck his finger in his mouth and raised it in the air. 
 
 No wind. A calm summer night. 
 
 He loaded the first bullet. He was always prepared with ammunition and had even carried around a smaller firearm in case the situation ever got messy. 
 
 But it never did. 
 
 The car door opened as a plump man wearing name-brand athletic clothes slowly began to walk out. 
 
 Evgeny pulled the trigger as a rush of wind escaped from his rifle. In the distance, we watch as the old man suddenly grasped at his chest, his eyes wide from the shock. He took a step out of the car and crumbled onto the ground. 
 
 Evgeny quickly reloaded and knew that he had seconds to finish the wife. The guards were already looking around and were yelling into their earpieces. Towards the back of the car, he saw a shadow emerging. 
 
 *Here she comes. * 
 
 His finger tightened around the trigger and he prepared to fire. 
 
 A small girl had popped out and began to sob uncontrollably over the body. She looked to be screaming something as her sundress, a striking white one-piece that stood out in the night, began to soak in blood. There was no way she was any older than eight years of age, as Evegeny made a realization. 
 
 *That's his daughter. Instead of walking with his wife tonight, he decided to take one with his daughter. * 
 
 The girl was crying as Evgeny loosened his grip. 
 
 Moira was that exact same age when he had lost her all those years ago. He had thought that killing the ten thousand would bring her back, but here he was struggling with the final shot. 
 
 In the space of seconds, he knew that the guards would escort the girl back into the car where she would be protected by a layer of bulletproof glass. 
 
 He had to act. He needed to shoot. 
 
 But his body would n't listen to him. 
 
 All this time, he had been killing fathers and daughters. The thought hit him hard in the chest as he felt short of breath. In the distance, the car doors slammed shut and the vehicle raced away. 
 
 Evgeny fell on his back as he looked up at the sky. 
 
 *Moira, I... I'm so sorry. * 
 
 She was gone, but he knew that she would hate him if she saw what he had been doing. 
 
 But he was so close. 
 
 Just one life away. 
 
 `` Moira...'' he muttered, `` You were always a good girl like your mother.'' 
 
 He closed his eyes as he pulled out the side arm he always kept. 
 
 `` Take care of her.'' 
 
 He placed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. 
 
 
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 Got to go back to work. Hope ya'll enjoyed it. /r/avukamu 10 points if you get the name references.
