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(3/17/03 9:26 pm)
Against The Will: Chp. 1 (My new story)
Wow....The last time I had put something up was at least five months ago. If any of you remember Flare....well I'm having a writer's block on the ending.
Well, basically I have the ending in my head but I can't put it in words since my imagination has decided to wander off into the unknown. Thus, I have created this.
Hopefully, you will like this story, for I plan to actually publishing this someday when it's all done and complete. So when this hits bookstores you can claim to have read it first.
Also, just so you know, since this is in first point of view, the narrator tells both the action and her thoughts at the same time. It's basically a combination of stream of consciousness and basic narrative. If you don't know what that means, then ask your English teacher.
So just go and enjoy this first chapter.....
Against the Will: Chapter One
BANG!! Then there was a sickening thud followed by metal clattering against metal. I wasn’t long till I started hyperventilating. I knew it wouldn’t be long when more arrived. The shot had to be heard throughout the entire building.
“Calm down, Sarah, calm down” I told myself, trying to stop hyperventilation and to keep me from breaking down. Then my eyes darted to the body on the floor. A pool of fresh blood collected under him, staining his white lab coat. The chest rose then fell. Wait!! He’s still alive.
Leaving my gun on the hard, cold metallic floor, I walked over and looked into the dying man’s eyes. They stared back with a mixture of fear and wonder. Wondering why……
“Why did you shoot me?” He asked, his voice rasping, almost out of air. I almost jumped back. He had to be dead. I shot him in the chest. My silver-colored eyes then stared at the gaping hole in the chest. I could almost see the blood covered heart trying to beat but failing. The heart, not knowing that more and more blood leaked out, kept on going…….never realizing it will stop and die.
“Why?” He asked again. I didn’t answer him. Then, he just closed his eyes. The chest didn’t rise anymore. Somehow, I knew these few minutes were always going to haunt me.
Looking at the floor, the pool of red blood had expanded to where I stood, giving the standard black boots that everyone in this place had to wear, a dark crimson color.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god. I killed someone. I actually killed someone.” My voice, screeching in a pitch that I didn’t know I could obtain. Footsteps then echoed in the metal hall…….They’re here
“Sarah, are you ok?” A concern voice yelled. What was I supposed to say?!! I freaking killed someone.
“Sarah, Are you ok?” The voice repeated. My silver eyes meet his dark brown eyes. He was truly concern……especially with the way the eyes glowed a warm color. I slowly backed away from probably the only true friend I had.
“You’re…..standing in blood……..” It was the only thing that I could say……or the only thing my mind could think of. James looked down at the thin covering of blood on the shiny silver floor; he noticed that his boots were also discolored like mine.
“Well at least you’re not the only one with dirty boots” James said, moving to the dead man. Why did he make a joke out of this? Why does he always do things like that…… especially whenever something serious has happened…..Why does he joke around?
James was hovering over the body, ignoring the bullet hole that pierced the chest. He looked though the folds of the white lab coat. The coat had kept absorbing the blood, somehow the liquid substance traveled up the threads of the fabric. It finally clicked that he was a scientist.
“Here it is,” He said, holding an ID card. Then more steps were heard becoming louder and louder as the sound resounded against the walls. Why did everything here echoed…….
I slowly turned around. There was a group of about ten, looking and probably thinking exactly alike. They moved with such synchronization it was eerie and disturbing. The group spread out as a woman with a high authoritative aura surrounded her. It made sense that she was the boss of this place. Her red colored hair was elegantly held up. Her face remained stoic as she surveyed the situation. Her dark-colored dress shifted…..no it more like flowing as she moved.
“What happened?” She asked, not asking anyone in particular. James looked over at me mouthing the words come on.
“Well, he,” I said, pointing to the body, “...wanted to get in. I ……asked for the password but he-he didn’t know it.” Why was I stumbling on the words? All I had to do was just say what did happen. “He kept saying that he would tell me but he didn’t. So, I was about shoot him since he didn’t know it and I felt that he was only stalling. Then he panicked and grabbed my gun. Then I shot him.” I explained, hoping that the unstable war going on in my head didn’t show in my voice. They all stared at me…..
“He-he DIDN’T KNOW THE PASSWORD!!” I exclaimed, surprising some of them with my outburst. I felt like I just snapped once I shouted that. The crimson-haired executive then smiled. Why is she smiling? I killed one of our own and she’s smiling…..
“Good work,” The executive said simply, turning her attention to James. Good work?!?! Why the hell is she praising me?! Wait. I had seen her before. She was on the stage.
I was just standing there with a large group of mostly random people. She gave a speech. It was a welcoming speech until the end. The final words were “Remember, if someone gives you the wrong password or stalls. You. Shoot. Them. Period. This syndicate had been broken into multiple times because someone didn’t shoot.” What was so valuable down here that requires that kind of strict security? I mean we are about 200 feet below ground…....Maybe I’m better off not knowing.
“Sarah,” Snapping me out of my thoughts, James was waving his gloved hand over my face. I smacked his hand away. The executive had left and the group was now dragging the body away; leaving behind a wide messy scarlet trail.
“Are you ok?” James asked for the third time in about fifteen minutes.
“Yes, I’m fine” I assured James. Feeling like I was at the end of a horror movie where the heroine has killed the man eating monster and was reunited with her boyfriend, I grabbed my black, glossy, handgun from the forever cold steel floor.
“You don’t seem ok,”
“What? What do you mean?”
“You….looked like you were in your own world, not wanting to accept this. Also, you looked ready to just collapse and fall down, that if I was to poke you with a toothpick you would crumble into pieces or something.” James said. His brown eyes, covered slightly by his black hair, were still showing concern.
“I was just………” I said pausing. I couldn’t exactly say I was having a flashback.
“Thinking” James finished for me. I quickly nodded as he sighed. He looked over to the smeared blood on the floor.
“What will they do with the body?” I asked with a sudden curiosity. I mean they can’t exactly dump it in the river or something.
“Well……they’re going to toss it in the incinerator. Then the remaining ashes will go out into the wind. So maybe the next time you see some ashes; it could be the guy that you shot.” James said smiling for some unknown reason. I swear he’s insane.
“After the disposal, a clean up crew will come by and dump gallons of bleach on the entire floor. Sanity reasons of course.” He continued.
“Don’t you mean sanitary?” I corrected. I mean why clean up for reasons of sanity….
“Umm….yeah, sanitary with all the labs, doing who knows what. I’m getting my words mixed up. With that James walked off, to wherever he was supposed to be. Even though he’s supposedly a friend I don’t really know that much about him. That could explain a lot about me.
Sighing, I leaned against the wall, a door next to me. That’s what I guard, a door to some other room. As I looked at the blood, I realized that they were going to use tons of bleach.
“Great, I’m going to get high on bleach tomorrow,” I said, my voice saturated with sarcasm. I really need to reconsider my career. After all I do work in a crime syndicate.
Well, that's the first chapter. I will gladly accept criticism. So if something annoys you or you can think of ways to make it better then please go ahead and say it in your post. I haven't written in a while so I would like to know if I still have it.
This is the space where I would try to direct people to read my fiction but the last thing that I put up was in September. It was on Pojo and is now in the land of the deleted. So I have no fiction whatsoever. Isn't that sad?
Please don't answer that question.
spectacular suicune Jade, Friend of Wolvite (and all things pink and fluffy)
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(3/21/03 11:15 pm)
Re: Against The Will: Chp. 1 (My new story)
Hmm...death...blood...seemingly-insane people...Me likes...Me want more...And to answer your question, yes, you can still write. I felt the same way when I wrote the revised 4th chapter of Wolvite and I'm surprised that it got as many replies as it did...
~Jade, who expected none and got two or three...
"I speak better through my stories than through my speeches." ~Jade.
Seeing good beginnings always makes me want to write myself
However, I never really get the stories off the ground. But anywayz.... this was a great chapter. I can tell I'm gonna like this, even though it doesn't have magical creatures.
~Shiny Espeon-the one with writers block every five minutes...
Re: Seeing good beginnings always makes me want to write mys
Quote:that if I was to poke you with a toothpick you would crumble into pieces or something
hehe... nice description... I do like this... kinda strange and mysterious, but nice... Top notch, wot wot, as Conrad might say.
Guido, get Cats a nice glass of water!
*Guido, Nunzio older brother, gets Cats a glass of icy cold water. Cats drinks some and hands it back to Guido. Guido looks at Gengy. Gengy nods. Guido gives the rest of the icy cold glass to Cats.*
There's more where that came from if you don't write a second chapter!
This has been a not-so-public service stupid and empty threat announcement by gengaur.
Against The Will: Chp. 1 (My new story)
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