This week, write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece where fate plays a prominent role. You can write from the position of a complete belief or absolute disbelief in the role of fate in our lives or the lives of our characters.
You have 400 words to play with; come back Friday to link-up!
Here's my take on it...
Quicker than a subspace transmission, he pounced. Shawn was a little surprised when his stalker fought back with a substantial amount of skill. However, Shawn had a good six inches in height and reach on his attacker. Plus, Shawn’s training came from Eli and Eli was among the best hand to hand combat practitioners Black Ops had ever produced. As a result, Shawn wasn’t far behind Eli for skill and that was enough to subdue his attacker.
“Who,” Shawn took a deep breath, “are you? What do you want?”
“Let go of me!” a feminine voice demanded in response.
The shock of her voice was enough for Shawn to loosen his pin on her for just a moment. She jerked into a curled position on her left side disrupting his balance. Kicking out she shoved him off of her and leapt to her feet.
“Nice move. Still not gonna get you out of here without answering my questions,” Shawn rolled to his feet in one smooth motion, careful to remain positioned between her and the door.
Snarling, the woman pulled the utility cap and balaclava off. Shawn couldn’t breathe. This was the ultimate sucker punch. It was Dani.
“You weren’t suppose to know I was here.”
“What,” Shawn was still scrambling to pull his thoughts together, “What are you doing here?”
“I was sent to keep a covert eye on you. Make sure you were really going to finish this mission,” Dani stuffed the utility cap in her back pocket and balaclava in a thigh pocket rather viciously.
“Who sent you? Major Wade?”
“No,” she turned to look out the window.
“Then who?”
They stood as if frozen long enough that Shawn was beginning to wonder if Dani was going to answer him.
“General Howard.”
Her reply was so soft he strained to hear her. But the bitterness in her voice was loud and clear, even if the volume wasn’t.
This whole situation just got weirder, Shawn reflected as he processed the new information, As if it wasn’t weird enough. I haven’t seen Dani again since that transport years ago. Now it’s like I can’t get away from her. And she’s working for the man who just recently was trying to torture me to death. What the hell is up with that?
Several commenters have expressed quite a bit of interest in Shawn and his story. His story actually starts back in my first NaNoWriMo piece - Tattoos. You can find it on Smashwords. It does still need a little more editing, which I hope to do after finishing Shawn's story. I'll let ya'll know when Shawn's story goes up there as well.
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