Author's notes: I will take any criticisms to this story that I'm starting. Opinions are appreciated. This is my first story here and I hope you guys enjoy it.

A Sniper's Shot (Premonition)

A silent, lonely woman with straight, long locks of golden hair was sitting on the blackened steel platform. Her back was firm against the frozen wall as her eyes stared at the smooth black rifle across her thighs. On the ground next to her, a cylinder shaped laser sight was rolling back and forth.

"A sniper takes great care of their rifle. The rifle becomes a part of you. A part of life."

She caressed her PSG-1 slowly as she finished reloading it over and over again. This was the tenth time in a row. A sound of a cock echoed the halls as she pulled the rifle's gauge. She picked up the laser sight with her sharp, crimson nails. Placing the cylinder shape on top of her gun's scope, she pointed the rifle upward to adjust the fitting. Tightening the scope, she slowly put the gun on the floor. Standing up, her small, thin curves swayed in the air as she dug her pocket.

"A sniper needs to be alert and calm. A sniper can't be bothered by the slightest hunger or thirst."

Taking out a silver plastic container with "Diazepam" across the middle, she took the cap off. She tilted the small bottle and one pill dropped in the palm of her hand. Opening her mouth wide, she popped the pill in her mouth swallowing it dry. The tranquilizers calmed her nerves and her hands stopped shaking momentarily. Breathing deeply, the assassin crotched down and picked up her PSG-1. Positioning her body, she was laying stomach faced on the uncomfortable floor. Because of the PSG-1's heaviness and lengthy structure, she carefully placed the tail of the gun over her shoulder.

Suddenly, multiple sounds of dim howling reached her ear.

"A sniper uses their environment to their advantage. One animal chirp, howl, squeal, bark. One snap of a twig or crunching of grass or snow can give the enemy away. But it can also give you away."

"My prey has arrived," the woman purred. Silently thanking her wolves and praying for them, the sniper readies her aim. She still had her laser sight off. She zoomed in as a wind of snow seeped into the room by the cold air from the outside. As darkness was easing, she saw her query. They were staring right at her but the poor fools couldn't see her. She watched as one of them was zigzagging across the dirty snow which hides napalm. The other followed but with a more cautious step than the woman's.

A small trap for a certain distraction was a small trick she learned in the past. The figures came closer as she zoomed out a little to get a clear shot and waited for the right moment. It came when the woman turned around to look at her partner. She was shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders in frustration.

"Stupid woman," the sniper licked her lips. She was going to use the carelessness of her prey's partner to be his downfall.

"A target has a weakness whether it is an animal, their body or the comrade they are accompanying."

She turned on her laser sight. A blood red beam of light appeared on the distracted female. The woman didn't know she was targeted but her partner did. She saw her prey whisper the person's name.

The woman turned around slowly and was stone cold when she saw the beam of light caressing her body.

"A sniper should have no feelings of pity or remorse for their victims. They are nothing but your targets."

"No, you're wrong there," the sniper did feel sorry for this. In her heart, it was screaming loudly as her conscience kept her finger from pulling the trigger. Suddenly, the sniper smiled and hardened her soul, "There are ways to get your prey."

She lowered the rifle slightly aiming above the woman's knee cap, "Men are so weak!"

"Ah! The light at the end of the tunnel," the sniper saw a bright light illumining at the end of the hallway, "She has come!"

A shot rung across the room as a scream was heard and swallowed by darkness.