A/N: Because I was bored, I just wanted to make this little thing here. I have no idea if it's going to be shit or not, and I may expand upon it in the near future, so I'll just leave it here.
I hope you enjoy this snippet!
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Sarajevo, Austria-Hungary
June 28th, 1914
"Would you hurry up already?"
Gavrillo Princip was not having a good morning.
The planned bombing of the Archduke of Austria's motorcade had failed earlier that morning, and one of his co-conspirators, Čabrinović, had been caught while trying to commit suicide. And as if that didn't make him unhappy enough, he was hungry. Very hungry, in fact.
10 minutes earlier, he had walked into Schiller's Delicatessen, and ordered a cheese sandwich. It was a simple request, one that would usually only take the matter of a few minutes. However, as Gavrillo waited, and waited, his sandwich had not come.
Finally, after 5 more minutes, he had had enough.
Standing from his seat, he started to walk towards the kitchen, banging on the door, and yelling. "Where the hell is my damn sandwich?!"
He kept screaming in Serbian, other patrons in the deli turning eyes towards him. What he had failed to notice, was the yelling going on outside in German, as he kept banging on the door.
Finally, the door opened, but as Gavrillo sent a kick into the sandwich maker, he heard murmurs of conversation.
"Look, it's the Archduke!"
"Why are they pulling back?"
"Arrest him!"
As Gavrillo tried to listen to the murmurs, the sandwich maker pointed towards him, enraged. Turning around, he suddenly realized, that he was in trouble.
Running out of Schiller's Delicatessen, he looked left and right to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to sneak into and wait.
All of a sudden, he saw the Archduke's motorcade, lazily cruising on to the left. Realizing the chance fate was giving him, he started to run towards the motorcade, down the street.
He ran, firing his pistol towards the motorcade. By this point, he was running out of breath, and the motorcade was starting to speed up.
Enraged, he finally fired the last 3 bullets left in the pistol. After he had fired, he threw the pistol at the police officers behind him, as they caught up, and started to beat him.
The first bullet missed; it lost velocity as it traveled, eventually hitting a building, but causing minor damage.
The second bullet struck the driver of the motorcade in the back of this neck; he lost control of the motorcade, as the bullet traveled through his jugular vein.
The final bullet was the most unpredictable one: out of sheer luck, the final bullet managed to hit the Archduke's right arm, and the Archduchess' spinal cord.
As chaos overtook the streets, while the Archduke was frantically trying to get help, and while the Archduchess bled, Gavrillo Princip was in too much of a situation to think properly. He was shot in the legs by the police, and by dusk, he was dead.
By the next sunrise, on June 29th, the Archduchess departed from the living world.