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Challenge: 200 Words to Add…

Last week we wrote the first 200 words to a story. Here is my beginning.

This week, we chose someone else’s beginning and added our own 200 words. I chose this one, submitted by boydstun215. I picked this one because even though it was one of the first submissions I read, I could not stop thinking about it as I read through many more. I decided to be a bit tame, hopefully building up to something crazy/exciting/insane? Who knows? Hopefully I’ll find out next week if/when someone takes this one up and continues it.

(Editing to add the beginning 200 words):

The soldiers carried the man across the narthex and through the nave. They lumbered along like some giant, wounded insect, three pairs of cold, stiff legs shuffling clumsily beneath a motley carapace of steel and leather. Close upon their heels, the master-of-arms was careful to avoid the hissing droplets of blood that the insect left in its wake. His sword was drawn.

At the end of the nave and standing at the foot of the chancel, the bishop held a gilded crosiers at arm’s length as if to thwart to advance of the shambling mass making its way toward the altar. In his other hand he grasped a large silver crucifix. Despite his advanced age and diminutive stature, the crimson-robed bishop made for an imposing figure. “No further,” he whispered. The soldiers stopped , unsure of themselves. One of the men looked down nervously into the pale face of the man he carried while the other two turned their heads in askance to the master-at-arms. For several moments the only sound was the steady hiss of the blood as fell from the lifeless man and met the cold marble floor.

“It must be done here,” said the master-at-arms. “Take him to the altar.”

And here is my addition:

The bishop moved aside, letting the soldiers scramble up the few steps to the altar. His crimson robes did nothing to shield him from the cold radiating from their frozen armor. The slick marble stairs proved difficult for the exhausted soldiers as they stumbled and fell under their heavy load. Grim-faced, the master–at-arms followed their procession, only sheathing his sword to offer aid in heaving the unconscious man atop the bare altar.

The soldiers scurried away, stealing a glance at the stone table before fixing their gaze on their snow-crusted boots. The master-at-arms moved to the side of the altar where the man’s head rested. His shallow breaths produced a faint mist in the cold air. Steady drops of blood from his mouth had already created a small pool that hissed quietly on the stone. The master-at-arms looked down at the man’s face, searching for any hint of the soldier he once knew, but finding only the thing he had become. A sharp intake of air through the pale, bloodied lips tore the master-at-arms away from his thoughts.

The bishop joined the master-at-arms. Two terrified altar boys carrying trays covered with vials, books, crucifixes, and various cutting tools followed closely behind.

“It is time.”

Challenge: 200 Words To Begin…

Another Fiction Challenge! I couldn’t resist this one, it sounded way too fun! The challenge: write the first 200 words of a story. Next week, choose a different person’s 200 words and add your own 200 words. The next week the same, ultimately ending with a 1000 word story. Love it! Here is my first 200 words.

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The trio looked at the fence in front of them. It was a simple chain link, but it had to be about ten feet high, and the razor wire on top added another two feet. He was expecting this, but he was not expecting to have two girls on his coat tails. He could take care of himself, now he was pretty sure they would all die.

Except for his heavy breathing and the muffled sobs from the girls, it was silent. The setting sun was hidden by an ominous sky, promising rain at any moment. He knew what happened when the rain came, so he needed to move fast. He surveyed the barrier one more time, but froze as the wind brought an all too familiar smell. He turned to face the direction they were running from. The trees edging the clearing began to sway as the wind picked up. He could hear the soft pattering of rain on the leaves. The air rushed out of his lungs as the storm descended upon them, bringing with it more than just wind and rain. The three had to move now or accept certain death.

They were coming.

Fiction Challenge: Hunter of Hunters

For my first post, I’m going to participate in my first writing challenge. Woot! I hope to do many of these things from various people and places, but I have to start somewhere. This is for Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge.

Let me know what you think! 🙂

Hunter of Hunters

I flicked the lighter open and watched the flame dance in the wind. Above me, clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the full moon, throwing shadows against the brick walls around me. I lit the cigarette in my mouth and breathed deep. Ah, menthol. At least the Bloodsucker had good taste in cigarettes. I tossed the still open lighter into the barrel just as the wind picked up again, carrying the gas fumes away. In the next second the gas had turned the cold body inside into a glowing beacon, begging for someone to glance out their window. I didn’t bother to hide this one; I just threw him in the first thing I could find, and it just happened to be on the roof of the shortest apartment building on the block. The heat from the fire felt nice in the cold wind, and I leaned closer and stretched my hands towards the flames.

I took another hit off the cigarette. Good thing I checked his pockets before I stuffed him in there. It would have been a shame to burn an unopened pack. I patted my jacket pocket, my badge thumping against the confiscated box. My search didn’t turn up a wallet though. I flicked the cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the wind. I didn’t need identification to know what he was; I could find a needle in a haystack. Or in this case, a vampire tailgating at a Saints game.

I wasn’t looking for him specifically, but when he knocked into me on his way into the game I just couldn’t let him go. These things can’t be allowed to roam freely. Besides, it was fun. This one gave me a good chase before I got my hands on him, but he fell just like the others. Just like they all will.

Stake ‘em and bake ‘em, they say. But don’t forget to drain ‘em.

I took another hit and closed my eyes. I looked for any new sensations, any open doors in my abilities that were closed an hour ago. I felt nothing. He must have been barren.

Pathetic.

The flames raged on, the heat intensifying, but I didn’t back away. Warmth was a rarity for me, and my cold skin relished every minute of it. I thought about my next target, the one I was looking for before I stumbled upon this idiot. The old man was proving to be a difficult hunt, but he can’t hide from me forever. I will find him before one of the others, because I want his abilities. I need his abilities if I’m going to secure my spot in the agency. And who wouldn’t want to lead the Vampire Eradication Agency? And see the future? I want both, and my path to the top runs right through that damned monk.

He’s old. No, he’s ancient. But he’s fast. And he can see me coming from a mile away. I have almost busted the agency’s cover a hundred times trying to get my hands around his neck, and I’ll risk it another hundred times. What are they going to do, fire me? Actually, the contract specifically said “terminate.” But, they can’t kill what they can’t catch.

Sirens. Damn. Much faster than the last few times. Maybe they’re catching on. Or maybe they don’t want a whole block to burn down. Whatever the case, it’s time to go.

I took a final drag off the cigarette before tossing it into the fire. There wouldn’t be anything left to pull DNA off that body, let alone the stub of cigarette. And if there was, they’d hit a wall of classified content so tough that every city official would have to resign if they even thought about ramming their investigative cars through. Besides, there’s nothing to find; the V.E.A. doesn’t exist, at least not on paper. Investigate away, Coppers, you won’t find anything.

But I am here. I am real. My name is Moses and I’m here to protect the ignorant from the dangers next door. But right now, it’s time to disappear.