Donald’s POV
“Damn it, I missed!” I swear out loud, and then high tail it out of the area. I had been so looking forward to seeing his head explode. But unfortunately, the stupid fucker moved right as I pulled the trigger, and then he had ducked down low by the time I could pull the trigger a second time.
I blame the gun for this one. I’m not entirely sure if the aim of this gun is true. What I really want is an assault type rifle, so I can shoot off dozens of bullets at once, turning my uncle into Swiss cheese as well as anyone who tries to stop me. But it’s dangerous as well as really expensive to buy those sorts of weapons on the black market, and I don’t want a paper trail leading back to me.
I also blame the fact that few things ever seem to go right for me. It’s because of
