American Monologue

The night was pitch black. No stars to fill the sky. The only patch of light was the moon, but even it was shaded by the fast moving clouds.

Adrenaline was rushing. Blood was pumping. Legs were moving. The quick movements were drowned out by the large amounts of traffic below. Joel loved danger. Acting as if he was invulnerable to fear. He loved it, because he was mainly the one causing it. Robberies, illegal deals, assassinations, he had done it all. It didn't bother him. He had no reason to let it.

Crime was Joel's way of living. His teachers taught him techniques to prepare him for when the world would fall. Joel figured they had gone mad, but their lessons proved to be worth his time. How to get rid of evidence, best tools to use,
Plus, there was no need to run. he had reached his destination. He saw the old man vegetate in front of a television. The window Joel looked through was fogged, but it was a good size for him to break.

Joel leaped with little effort to the next roof. He took off his backpack and dug out a machine. A metallic and circular ball with a red button on the side. With one click, a semi-clear bubble formed around the old man's apartment. Joel had set his plan in motion.

Joel withdrew from his pocket a laser. He burned a hole through the glass, and proceeded to push the fragment. With quick reactions, Joel snatched the piece and laid it on the balcony. He positioned his body through the hole and slipped through with silence. Joel couldn't afford making noise. Stealth was a requirement, at least for him.

Joel analyzed the room. The closest door was far from the couch the man was seated on. Most of the floorboards were wooden and old. A commercial had just ended and the show came back on.

With a deep and silent breath, Joel slipped off his boots. He shuffled his way across the room with a knife and cloth at hand. Blood pumping, adrenaline rushing, legs moving. This was his moment. One shot he had to take. He had no intention of