Post by Lady Hammer on Apr 26, 2007 17:12:59 GMT -5
OKAY. Now, this is the beginning of a chapter, or the whole of a chapter if you want to just write a whole new one (I don't really care, there aren't any specific rules to this contest). The inspiration came to me from a strange dream I had last night. Anyway, here are the rules:
- You have complete freedom from this point. Use what is given to you to hash out adaptations and development to the plot, the characters, and the settings.
- Make up characters, plot, and settings as you see fit. Like I said, you have complete freedom.
- This is a modern time frame, but the settings can be original if you want, and don't have to be real-world. I hate doing research on states and stuff just to know the setting for my story (which is why I make it all up all the time).
Here it is: (it's longer than I expected 'cause I got kinda carried away)
“Don’t forget your pass key.”
“Got it, Sforza.”
The woman took a small, flat, silver key from the aging officer’s hand and saluted.
“I expect to hear from you at the Erinyes Camp. Keep in mind that your guests are to know it as ‘Elyon Camp’.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If they learn this secret, the whole mission is screwed, and so is everyone else!” The old man, though cantankerous, Vera respected. She bowed and saluted one last time before turning on her heel and leaving the glow of the white-lighted debriefing room, the rubber of her new boots squealing against the linoleum floors as she went. She went as Gavis City’s best double agent. And she’d be leaving her city to colonize another.
Or at least ‘colonizing’ was the outside title. In actuality, that was far from the case.
Making her way to the small, black sports car in the Thaddeus Guild’s parking garage, Vera pulled her itinerary card out of her purse, knocking out her hand mirror as well. Cursing, she fumbled to keep it from falling to the ground, but it was too late. The tiny hand mirror was shattered in three perfect pieces. She looked at herself in them and frowned at her appearance before scooping them up. Her wavy, short flaxen hair had frizzed out on her once she had come outside, and her cheeks were a shade of red and warm to the touch, signs of an oncoming ‘Blush Cold’. It was that season again. She sure did look sick, but she ignored the notion and scanned her blue eyes over the itinerary card.
“It’s 2:30 now… that leaves me an hour to get home! Damn!”3:30 - Reach home. Finish packing.
4:00 - Head down to parent’s house with Shale.
5:50 - Reach parent’s house. Load luggage into truck. Proceed to Gavis City Seaport with Shale and family.
7:00 - Reach GC Seaport. Load. Depart for Erinyes Camp.
Vera’s home was roughly 40 minutes away from the bustling Gavis City Center, where the Thaddeus Guild for Double Agents was. It was lunchtime traffic now.
“I can make it!” she said, tossing out the remains of her hand mirror. With the press of a button, her car was unlocked, and she opened the door to a still-new plastic scent. Inhaling, she smiled and sighed, got in, and turned the ignition.
Within mere moments, Vera was speeding out of the lot, of the parking garage, and was on the freeway in no time. She turned up her stereo as loud as she could stand it, and instantly began thinking of Shale. How much she missed him. How badly she would miss him if General Sforza hadn’t given her this chance to take him with her. How grateful she was that the General realized her need to start a family of her own. How horrible Erinyes Camp would be when she got there… and how hard it would be to divert everyone’s attention from that, and put up the illusion that ‘Elyon Camp’ was really a resort.
Impossible. At least there would be a cruise involved, she thought. She slammed her foot down harder on the gas, 90mph past a ruddy sedan and a van on its tail. Smoggy fumes and a horrible asphalt smell came to her in a sudden flash of white as a sickening crack sounded off. The crack of vertebrae in her neck. The louder crack and crash of her front end into the back of an SUV.
Impossible.
The next thing she knew she was being rescued by bystanders who had pulled over, cutting her out of her seatbelt and taking her out of the crunched metal contraption. She gasped for fresh air, of which there was none. Just smoke and smog and the thick yells and shouts of everyone else. An ambulance was on its way. She knew this because before she could comprehend everything, she was lifted on a gurney and into the back of one.
Shale. She wanted Shale.
“Miss? Miss, can you hear me? Can you understand what I’m saying?”
“It’s Ms…” she coughed at the medic, staring into the steely gray of the walls and the tubes and the needles. The medic placed an oxygen mask over her mouth, but Vera swatted it away. “No… I want Shale… let me call Shale…”
“Ms., do you know who you are?” the medic continued to interrogate her, poking a needle into the inside of her arm.
“Vera Sugay… I’m Vera Sugay…”
“How many fingers am I holding up?” The medic showed her four. She swatted them away.
“I want Shale!” she yelled. “I’m fine! I’m fine!” The other medic in the ambulance held her down.
“Ms. Sugay, please calm down, everything will--”
There was a phone going off in the ambulance. The first medic answered it.
“Yes? … Yes, that’s right… uh-huh… what?” He grabbed a large three-ring binder next to the driver’s seat and began flipping through it’s plastic-coated pages. “… 5966-1 J? Is that even-… it is… oh… okay. Understood, Sir.” He hung up.
“What was that all about?” the second medic asked. The first sighed and shook his head, turning to the driver.
“Pull over. We have confidential orders to let her out, Isaac.”
And so, Vera was released two blocks away from the Gavis City Hospital, and her things were brought to her. All charges were dropped on command of a ‘confidential order’, and a ride was set up for her to reach her apartment. Clutching her purse as tightly as she could, she made a note to thank General Sforza the next time they met.
Upon reaching her apartment, Vera was greeted by a shaken up Shale, who opened up the door for her and ushered her inside, a pained look on his face.
“Vera! Are you okay? Why didn’t you stay at the hospital?” Shocked, the woman turned to look at her fiancee, noticing his brown eyes quite teary.
“How did you know I was…--”
“The lady at your office called me and told me! God I’m so glad you’re alive!” he said, wrapping his arms around her. It was then that a searing rush of pain ran up Vera’s spine, but she bit her tongue and fought off any reaction. She would be fine. She was just thankful for Thaddeus’s ruse that kept the general public thinking it was a tax office.
“I’m fine, Shale. I really am,” Vera replied, looking at him. His straight, shaggy brown hair fell a bit over his eyes, and could use some good conditioner, but it pleased her nonetheless. Shale was a tall, wiry man in his early twenties who worked at a music store, and the two had met in high school, always keeping in touch, and that being taken in many different connotations.
“If you say so. I can finish packing your things if you’d like,” he offered.
“I think I’ll take you up on that. I need to lay down…”
He led her into the bedroom, which wasn’t anything remarkable. The two shared a ratty-looking queen sized bed with a faded blue comforter that Shale had had since childhood. They didn’t have much money for anything else. With an unceremonious plop, Vera threw herself into the bed, feeling the coolness of the blanket under her back, and then feeling Shale up beside her.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he said, climbing over her. Vera smiled at his long hair framing his face like the sides of a damn paper bag. As much as she nagged him to get it cut, she hoped he never would.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she replied.
“It’s really not fair that you work so late and get paid so little.”
“Yes, but my company is funding this vacation for us, so it’s not that bad, now is it?”
“I guess not.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheeks and forehead, her nose, and then her lips. Feeling their warmth, he then caressed her face with the back of one of his hands.
“You’re really not, Vera. Are you feeling alright? I wouldn’t want you getting a blush cold right before we leave.”
“I’m fine. I told you I was, didn’t I?”
He leaned in closer, kissing her longer this time, kissing up her neck and on her ear.
“If you’re fine, then you wouldn’t mind knowing just how much I miss you, would you?” Vera felt a bulge from between Shale’s legs, and rolling her eyes, she pushed him away.
“We don’t have very long to get my family, Shale, so let’s get packing, okay? We have to make sure that the back of the truck will hold everyone’s stuff.”
Okay, now GO! xD
