Watching through the scope of the gun, he saw the first white car arrive, laden with white ribbon. Slowly the door opened onto the tarmac of the path, and a man’s foot stepped out, followed slowly by the rest of his body. The man wore a dark coloured suit with a white lily in the lapel, a white waistcoat also protruding from underneath his jacket. The man was clearly the father of the bride; his hair was speckled with silver and looked considerably older than the second man who slowly emerged from the car. The second man had a red rose in his lapel and wore a dark suit with a white waistcoat and shirt. As the third man appeared from the other site of the car the guests began to arrive, most of them walking and some wearing big hats. All of them began to walk into the great doors of the church while the first car left. The three men then proceeded into the church with the guests, who all quickened their pace as a second white car approached the front entrance of the church. The car drew to a halt as a door opened on the car and a woman in a pale pink dress got out. After the first woman stepped away from the car a second woman got out of the car. She was obviously the bride as her dress was a dazzling white and dragged behind her for a foot. A third woman appeared from the other side of the car and picked up one side of the brides dress, as the other bridesmaid picked up the other side. All three women then began to proceed up the gravel pathway to the front doors of the church and disappeared through the front doors.
Not long now thought the man, as he watched the stragglers make their way towards the church. The service began with music from the church organ, which meant that the man could relax for a while. He looked around the dusty room in which he had been sitting in, and gazed around the remnants of what may have been a storeroom. He then sat down with his against the wall and closed his eyes. He sat like this until her heard the bells below him begin to ring, and then he turned and took hold of his weapon, clutching firmly the handle and the trigger. He put his eye to the scope.
Slowly the guests emerged from the church; some of them were crying, handkerchiefs in hand. Most of them were smiling, discussing how they thought that the wedding had gone. They lined the steps of the church and took handfuls of the confetti which was being passed around in a wicker basket. Many people were still emerging from the church and the man had begun to get impatient, he tapped his finger against the trigger of the gun, tempting fate as he tapped it harder each time. Finally he saw the best man emerge from the main body of the church and walked down the steps past all the onlookers. He walked around the crowd of people and stood with his back to the doors. He looked around the churchyard then up to the steeple as he lit up a cigarette. He continued to keep his back against the wall when the bride and the groom appeared from the church and the confetti was thrown at them. The bride and groom then stopped outside the church for the photographs. This was the right time.
The man in the room aimed at the head of the groom, anticipating the possible movement of the man, slowly he prepared himself for his swift exit then he shot. The gun made hardly any noise as it was supposed to have done, although the screams that ensued were louder than any gun. He saw as everyone gathered round the bride in her red dress and the body with a head that had once been a handsome face, now mutilated by the large bullet.
Now he had to escape. He tore the gun off the stand and slid it into its shiny protective casing. He unzipped his own black overalls and took them off, revealing a black wedding suit underneath, one that was very similar to that of the groom. He shoved the suit into another bag that was attached to the gun casing, and did zip up. Lastly he took the makeshift stand of the gun and threw it into a corner where the wood shattered, eaten away by time. Quickly he threw the bag over his shoulder and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him, locking it and pushing the key underneath the door. Carefully He slid down a ladder that led to the roof of the church and walked out onto the roof. Attempting to avoid being seen by any of the guests he ran across the green roof of the old church, avoiding any bird mess that could show that there was someone here if he trod in it. As the shadowy figure reached the ladder that would take him one step closer to freedom, he heard the siren of an ambulance and a police car in the distance, possibly coming to this gruesome scene. Sliding down the rusty old ladder he glanced in the direction of the crowd of people, none of whom seem to be looking in his direction. Towards an open grave he ran, slowly sliding the bag from his shoulder and holding it in front of him. He dumped it in the nearest open grave, hiding it from view underneath the coffin; it would be buried soon. Running towards the open gate at the back of the graveyard he took one last look behind him and smiled. It was supposed to be the best day of their life.
