I didn't know it'd be so hard.  My hand trembled as I touched the trigger.  I looked at his eyes, his dead, soulless eyes, and I think he was staring into mine.  I close my eyes, and squeeze my finger.  I was rewarded with a loud bang and a thud.

    The test dummy hit the ground, and I could hear the Judges clapping.  "He'll make a good soldier yet!" " The best in years!"  "He'll save Area 8!"  The chorus of compliments and applaud confuses me.  As far as I know, none of the Areas have had soldiers, not since the WA formed.  The Areas weren't allowed to kill.  They weren't allowed to have armies.

     In the midst of my confusion, I saw Charlie sitting in the audience.  She looks appalled at what I had just done, almost as if I had killed a real person.  She catches my eyes, and I notice tears forming.  I don't know what I did wrong, everybody else seems so happy.  I feel sick to my stomach as I walk out.  

     As I leave the room, I notice I had hit the target straight between those cold, dead eyes.