She was beautiful but hopeless. She didn't know that she was one of the most important people in the world. I can't tell her or comfort her, I just watch her and protect her. That is my job and that is what I must do. How can she live like this and not know who she is?
Brenna walked down the street not suspecting anything but I saw the sniper and I knew why he was there. I have saved her so many times I've lost count and she doesn't even know I exist. Maybe that's how it should be. I've killed people for her and she goes on with her hopeless life not knowing how much she means to so many people.
I quickly ran and climbed up the side of the nearest building so I would have a better view of the vulture and where he was targeting. Many men have died at this job and I would gladly give up my life too if it was meant to protect Brenna. I was told that I was the fifteenth Protecter. I pray that I won't be the last.
I reach the top of the building and look over to where I saw the sniper and he is aiming right at me. I pull out my gun as fast as possible and shoot but it was too late. He hit me in the leg and I fell back on to the cement roof. The pain rushed through my body and the questions rushed through my head. Who was that sniper? Is he after Brenna now or was he just after me? If he was after me, why did he hit me in the leg? He was a sniper! Was it a warning shot?
As all these questions were going through my head I pulled out my cell and hit the speed dial. "Yes?" answered a woman's voice. I quickly said everything I knew, "I need back up. Brenna might be in trouble. I've been hit. Track me here and find Brenna."
"Don't move! We're on our way!" I wasn't going anywhere, I thought. I sat trying to see where the sniper had gone. He seemed to have disappeared. I had to save Brenna, I thought. I tried to stand slowly but my leg was in too much pain. I had to save her. She needed help and she needed hope but there was nothing I could do. "Please, God, help her," I said aloud and waited.
