Bad Luck Bo

Croy entered the ballroom, enthusiastic as ever. Usually he’d be moping around, complaining about how boring everything was, but today was a special day. The building was filled with people all dreamily staring at the new governor as he gave his gratitude speech.

“I can’t express enough thanks to you, citizens of region sixteen! Though some would have us believe that we are the lowest ranked region, I believe we can build ourselves up and become the best! As your new governor I will-

“World peace!” Croy mocked quietly in the back of the room. A security guard glared in his direction.

He’s got one heck of a security force in here. Croy thought. My only chance will be when he leaves the ballroom.

Though not much of a fighter, Croy considered himself great at his job. His ideal way of life included hopping from town to town, capturing people and turning them in to whoever offered a reward. The amount for Governor Slade was so high he’d never have to do another job in his life.

Croy brushed off his dark suit and grabbed a drink, mapping out every possible way he could complete his job. He scanned the room, finding the people, guards and every escape route. He noticed one of the windows at the top of the room had been broken, though it didn’t matter much since it was too high up for anyone to get to.

Meanwhile, everything was silent on the other side of town.

“This shouldn’t take long.”  Bo said, pulling on his gray and yellow hoodie. 

The streets were rather quiet that night, though Bo knew the silence wouldn’t last for long. The closer he got to the capitol building, the louder the crowds got. The fact that nearly everyone in region sixteen was attending the celebration party upset him a little. Not because it would make it harder to kill Slade, no, he didn’t care about that. He only cared about the huge uproar that it would cause. 

As soon as Bo reached the capitol, he saw the broken window on the side of the building. Thankfully they hadn’t had the time to fix it after some kid hit a baseball through it the night before. The building itself was old and poorly made, as were all of the buildings in the region, allowing him to easily climb his way to a ledge just below the window.

The governor had just finished his speech and took a seat on the stage. He sat there, comically watching everyone dance. Bo probably would have been entertained by their clumsy moves too, were it not the perfect moment to get Slade.

He gripped his gun, pulling it from his belt. Carved into the side was the number thirteen. Without hesitating, he pointed it straight at his target.

Croy couldn’t stand himself. Why couldn’t he figure out an escape plan? He’d covered all the other details, but getting out was going to be extremely tricky. He brought his hand up and made an L shape with his forefinger and thumb, pointing it at the governor like a gun.

If only life was simple. He thought, pretending to pull the trigger with a slight bend of his thumb. A gun shot went off. The musicians stopped playing, their violins creating a squeaky tremor of sound. Everyone looked around, trying to understand what was happening and suddenly, the governor fell.