GOD INDEED.

Of course, he chose the latter, as he always did and as his smile faded, he smirked. "Hmph! I've had enough!" He stamped his foot and raised his shoulders slightly. "If you're afraid I'll win, say so and stop beating around the bush! I'm so sick of it!"

Stanley's eyes dilated and his jaws dropped. He swallowed a lump of spittle speedily and had to cough out to regain control.

The first time he was so awed. Awed was actually a simple word for what he felt. Perhaps dumbstruck would fit in better.

Gosh, how can anyone be so evil? He is about to die yet he keeps protecting his ego. What manner of foolishness is that? As Stanley stared at him with his deep rosy-colored eyes his urge to kill him intensified to an extent of more than a thousand degrees.

His grip on the sniper rifle tightened, his face darkened and he clenched his jaw exuding a menacing murderous aura.

Without saying anything else, he raised the sniper rifle to his shoulder level, placed his eyes on the scope, cocked it,