Paranoia!!

I lie supine in unchartered territory- motionless in the blistering October heat. The wind is conspicuous by its absence. I guess even wind shies away from ascending 35 floors of this concrete and glass behemoth. A bead of sweat glistens on my brow. My eyes are steady, resilient... My wristwatch beeps. It's time. I slowly screw in the scope on my Gas-operated, Rotating bolt AS 50 Magnum. I adjust the zoom lens to the glass doors of a building about 800 metres away. It is difficult to focus; as the entire place is decked in garlands and people wearing white keep scampering around. It's a big day for him, and Bigger for me...
Today is the day I've been training for, since countless days...
countless days- spent in strengthening my mind and body, subjecting myself to self-inflicted pain and horror, and countless nights of writhing in agony, as each molecule on my scrawny frame protested against such strenuous labour....
There is a sudden flurry on the streets. An armoured white Ambassador flanked by six commandos on bikes screeches to a halt- millimetres away from my focus.
People scramble to make way for the great "Saviour of men", For "The messiah of the poor"...
For the rapist of my sister, and the murderer of my father...
A knot somewhere in the depths of my gut tightens, and a cold shiver runs down my spine as I remember the ghastly night three years ago...
the night my father was barbecued- burnt alive, just because he was brave enough to step into the path of a frenzied blood-hungry jingoistic mob...
I still vividly remember the horror of seeing My father run amok- arms flailing, his thin stick-frame on fire... And His maniacal laughter....
My brow narrows, my muscles tauten & my heart beats a violent tattoo against my chest, Just as my finger tightens around the trigger....
1..
2...
3....
Three breathless seconds later, His body hits the ground... a lump of lifeless flesh.. his bullet-kissed forehead bears a gaping hole, brain splattered all over...
His beautiful white clothes a rich scarlet, stained with his gruesome blood... There is Wild panic all around, as mortal-fear grips each man, woman and child... Policemen, Press, and the common-man: All united in their fear of death...
But the deed is already done.. as my frail body collapses to the floor, a guttural wail escapes my throat..
the wave of pain, mingled with irrational fury that was stifled for three long years, and harnessed to make this very day possible....
I can now cry, My tears wash my face... and I cry like never before....
I say my last prayers as my hand slowly runs a stiff blade across my jugular... the motion swift, sure and merciless...
A smile adorns my soft feminine features...
Your daughter has avenged you, Father....
Darkness descends, as the world fades out in a rush... the pool of viscous scarlet stains my beautiful white skin... But my soul is at peace.. I see it flying... flying towards the golden gates of heaven....

Vengeance.. Sweet Vengeance...