I'm not new but I honestly haven't been on this forum for a year or two, I used to love coming here and finding new books to read and debating what's going to happen next. I'm not sure how many posts I have under this account, but I used to have another account before this, under the pseudonym "Battlemage" named after my Diablo II character. I know... give me a break though, I was in high school. Anyways, the point is that I've posted on here tons but it was when the forum looked different and I don't see where to check how many posts I've made or where to find my old posts. Still, i had this urge to write and I haven't felt the urge in a long time and so once i was done I wanted to share it with someone and who better to share it with than fellow wannabe writers and book nerds here on this forum? Anyways, I hope I meet the requirements and I hope someone enjoys the read. I have literally no back story or preparation for this story besides stealing some ideas from some of my other work, and no clue if I'll continue or complete it. Enjoy!
P.S. I'm not really looking for someone to fix my grammar and punctuation. I just want to know if it seems like an enjoyable and well written enough story that I should continue it and maybe try to get it published. P.S.S. I was going to post the full 4 pages I wrote but after reading the rules I need to limit the word count so here's just the first half or so.
***Warning! Contains some graphic language and other potentially frowny stuff!***
Who the hell murders a child? Me, apparently. That's who.
The kids parents were already dead, killed by a particularly gentle and yet highly lethal poison I had put together. They passed in their sleep, not knowing a thing or suffering any pain. It's not that I'm some sort of compassionate assassin, no my qualms are few when it comes to killing scumbags like the late Councilor or adulterers like his wife, but stabbing and strangling and most of the usual ways to kill are just- so messy.
The problem is that when my employers said that the couple had a son, I assumed he would be older, already corrupted, not some toddler waving his pink little paws at me and making cooing noises.
He was much, much younger than anyone I had ever killed before. The youngest person I've killed so far was this arrogant prick that was barely sixteen and didn't like it when I stood up to him. After I had warned him a few times that I didn't respond well to being bullied, he still tried to come at me waving his stupid wavy ****ing knife. Lucky for me, when he came after me he tripped and fell and landed directly on top of that stupid ****ing knife of his. His friends saw me rolling him over with the knife still in him, so that would have been awkward to explain. Instead, I just ran.
Ever since, I've been known as a killer. It's where I got my start really, and at the time I was only fourteen. Barely could keep a thought straight in my head besides that I had warned him not to. Over and over in my head, even to the point where I was shaking my head at his stupidity. Once I got my hands to stop shaking and breathing under control I went to where every murderer who's smart goes after killing someone, the docks. I got the hell out of that city and haven't looked back.
Stupid ****ing pompous brats won't let it go though. There's still rewards posted around the city with my name and description, and it's been ten years! Get over it!
One of the idiots even became a guard captain, of course since his father's rich he didn't actually have to serve as a guard, but they jumped him right up to Captain and he gave a speech and everything at the ceremony. He even talked about how witnessing his friends gruesome murder and searching for the killer is what made him want to join the Watch in the first place. As if it wasn't really just to look good in the elections and to avoid being drafted into the army. Still, it made being in the crowd listening to his speech incredibly awkward, I kept having to glance away from him and hold myself back from yelling out that he's a ****ing liar.
Okay, so I lied myself about never looking back, I went back a few times. It's even where I met Kat, but that's a reeeaaalllyyy long story and just now I think I'm starting to realize that I've been standing here for who knows how long staring at this kid, while he's now sucking on my finger with his dead parents just a short ways away.
Rambling away with my own thoughts, not wanting to make a decision, not even wanting to think about making a decision.
Crap. Well if I didn't kill him my employer would probably kill me. You don't take a job killing an entire family and then say “Sorry!” and everything work out perfectly afterwards. So then the question is how do I do it? I have enough poison to kill another adult, it could easily take care of a baby, that was my plan originally but I felt weird administering poison to a toddler. I don't know why exactly, it just felt wrong and undignified.
I pulled out the few things that I had brought; some rope, that wouldn't work, some throwing knifes and of course my big stupid ****ing wavy knife that I for some reason carry with me, just the thought of using that and all of the blood and maybe hearing him screaming made me slightly nauseous. Looking around I didn't see much of use either, I'm not sure how practical it would be to smother a baby, would he start crying and jerking around? I don't think I could handle that.
I notice that the window is open though. Hmmm, it is a long ways down. Who knows if the baby would even mind it. All that wind rushing by almost like you're flying and the end has to come pretty fast right? Probably instantly from this height.
Okay, definitely tossing him out the window seems like the best option at this point. I pick him up and keep him wrapped up in his blanket so he doesn't get too cold. He seems to like being picked up. He's awfully calm for someone who's parents were just killed and who's about to die.
Once I get to the window I hold him out over the ledge, ready to let drop, and then realize I'm stalling again. Staring at him as he playfully squirms around, squirms around so much I freak out that I'm about to drop him, so I pull him in closer, and right when I get my arms wrapped around him completely, the bedroom door starts to open. I have time only to yell a startled “sh*t!” as I quickly jump out the window.
No, I'm not a complete idiot, I was running away from being caught, not jumping to my death, there was a small overhang on the outside of the building and as I hastily took a few steps along that, it led to a conveniently placed tree, that while conveniently placed, was not as easy to navigate down while carrying a baby.
**The End**
Of the first part anyways. After that I wrote a scene where it's several years later and he's meeting with a prospective client, when things get exciting.
Since I haven't posted in here for a long time, I'll make a pledge to give as many critiques to others as I myself receive, as a sort of thanks and fair reciprocity.
P.S. I'm not really looking for someone to fix my grammar and punctuation. I just want to know if it seems like an enjoyable and well written enough story that I should continue it and maybe try to get it published. P.S.S. I was going to post the full 4 pages I wrote but after reading the rules I need to limit the word count so here's just the first half or so.
***Warning! Contains some graphic language and other potentially frowny stuff!***
Who the hell murders a child? Me, apparently. That's who.
The kids parents were already dead, killed by a particularly gentle and yet highly lethal poison I had put together. They passed in their sleep, not knowing a thing or suffering any pain. It's not that I'm some sort of compassionate assassin, no my qualms are few when it comes to killing scumbags like the late Councilor or adulterers like his wife, but stabbing and strangling and most of the usual ways to kill are just- so messy.
The problem is that when my employers said that the couple had a son, I assumed he would be older, already corrupted, not some toddler waving his pink little paws at me and making cooing noises.
He was much, much younger than anyone I had ever killed before. The youngest person I've killed so far was this arrogant prick that was barely sixteen and didn't like it when I stood up to him. After I had warned him a few times that I didn't respond well to being bullied, he still tried to come at me waving his stupid wavy ****ing knife. Lucky for me, when he came after me he tripped and fell and landed directly on top of that stupid ****ing knife of his. His friends saw me rolling him over with the knife still in him, so that would have been awkward to explain. Instead, I just ran.
Ever since, I've been known as a killer. It's where I got my start really, and at the time I was only fourteen. Barely could keep a thought straight in my head besides that I had warned him not to. Over and over in my head, even to the point where I was shaking my head at his stupidity. Once I got my hands to stop shaking and breathing under control I went to where every murderer who's smart goes after killing someone, the docks. I got the hell out of that city and haven't looked back.
Stupid ****ing pompous brats won't let it go though. There's still rewards posted around the city with my name and description, and it's been ten years! Get over it!
One of the idiots even became a guard captain, of course since his father's rich he didn't actually have to serve as a guard, but they jumped him right up to Captain and he gave a speech and everything at the ceremony. He even talked about how witnessing his friends gruesome murder and searching for the killer is what made him want to join the Watch in the first place. As if it wasn't really just to look good in the elections and to avoid being drafted into the army. Still, it made being in the crowd listening to his speech incredibly awkward, I kept having to glance away from him and hold myself back from yelling out that he's a ****ing liar.
Okay, so I lied myself about never looking back, I went back a few times. It's even where I met Kat, but that's a reeeaaalllyyy long story and just now I think I'm starting to realize that I've been standing here for who knows how long staring at this kid, while he's now sucking on my finger with his dead parents just a short ways away.
Rambling away with my own thoughts, not wanting to make a decision, not even wanting to think about making a decision.
Crap. Well if I didn't kill him my employer would probably kill me. You don't take a job killing an entire family and then say “Sorry!” and everything work out perfectly afterwards. So then the question is how do I do it? I have enough poison to kill another adult, it could easily take care of a baby, that was my plan originally but I felt weird administering poison to a toddler. I don't know why exactly, it just felt wrong and undignified.
I pulled out the few things that I had brought; some rope, that wouldn't work, some throwing knifes and of course my big stupid ****ing wavy knife that I for some reason carry with me, just the thought of using that and all of the blood and maybe hearing him screaming made me slightly nauseous. Looking around I didn't see much of use either, I'm not sure how practical it would be to smother a baby, would he start crying and jerking around? I don't think I could handle that.
I notice that the window is open though. Hmmm, it is a long ways down. Who knows if the baby would even mind it. All that wind rushing by almost like you're flying and the end has to come pretty fast right? Probably instantly from this height.
Okay, definitely tossing him out the window seems like the best option at this point. I pick him up and keep him wrapped up in his blanket so he doesn't get too cold. He seems to like being picked up. He's awfully calm for someone who's parents were just killed and who's about to die.
Once I get to the window I hold him out over the ledge, ready to let drop, and then realize I'm stalling again. Staring at him as he playfully squirms around, squirms around so much I freak out that I'm about to drop him, so I pull him in closer, and right when I get my arms wrapped around him completely, the bedroom door starts to open. I have time only to yell a startled “sh*t!” as I quickly jump out the window.
No, I'm not a complete idiot, I was running away from being caught, not jumping to my death, there was a small overhang on the outside of the building and as I hastily took a few steps along that, it led to a conveniently placed tree, that while conveniently placed, was not as easy to navigate down while carrying a baby.
**The End**
Of the first part anyways. After that I wrote a scene where it's several years later and he's meeting with a prospective client, when things get exciting.
Since I haven't posted in here for a long time, I'll make a pledge to give as many critiques to others as I myself receive, as a sort of thanks and fair reciprocity.