Hey every one this is a oneshot... now I am writing these to help me study for my SEM 2 exams for english which includes a creative writing task - short stories. Soooo... any criticism would help me a lot. Thanks
An Eye for an Eye.
My eyes shifted from person to person, scanning each of them methodically, and with great scrutiny, through my pitch black visor. Everyone wove in and out of each other in some sort of indecipherable pattern.
I then saw him, the Turian: Sidonis, standing there in what seemed to be an invisible spotlight, the edge of which was made up of the people that went by there daily business, unaware of the vengeful feud that was about to come to its bloody finale, right here, right now, in the middle of the citadel.
I strode up to him, his face impassive unaware of the eminent danger. Why should he be, turians are predators not the prey... well in most cases. My hips swaying from side to side as I brushed through the crowd making my way to the epicentre of the soon to be chaotic market.
He looked at me somewhat nervously as I pushed my way through the wall of bodies to come to a stop in front of him. "Sidonis?" I asked already knowing the answer.
His eyes narrowed in predatory fashion as he inspected me, the human female. "shhh... Please don't call me that... Can we get this over and done with quickly?"
He was so oblivious of what was about to happen, it was sad watch a mouse run head first into the snake but it was worst watching a mouse trying to get food while running head first into the snake. I was the bait.
"That's it Shepard... Keep him talking. I have him in my sights." Garrus, the turian who Sidonis had betrayed, her best friend and the one with a sniper rifle behind her, ready to take the shot as soon as she moved, said over her internal communication link.
Garrus was no killer, but he was hell bent on killing, and the most awful part was that she was helping him achieve his revenge. "Sidonis... why are you running?" she asked, obeying her friend's orders.
Sidonis recoiled from the question like the prey that catches whiff of the predator slowly staking it from its hiding place. "Please... let's just get this over." He pleaded.
"That it Shepard just keep him talking a while longer." Garrus said again.
I scrunched my face up in frustration over being played to achieve the end of a bloody outcome. I didn't want my best friend to become a killer, a murderer. He wasn't being himself. He was letting his adversity take him down a dark path, one I know all too well, and he won't like what he finds. I sure didn't. By not overcoming his hardship people were going to get hurt.
"Ok... Shepard you're in my shot. Move to the left."
No. "Sidonis... listen very carefully... I am with my friend Garrus -"
"Garrus is here!" Sidonis practically drooled in fear as he made his way to dash for the nearest exit.
I grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him in front of me protectively. "LOOK... I am the only thing standing between you and a bullet in your head." I scolded. His eyes darted from me to his surroundings in confusion.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Garrus hissed, but the static made it sound much more aggressive.
"Look tells Garrus. I am sorry. I didn't mean to... they said they would kill me...Please tell him I am sorry" Sidonis pleaded, drawing attention to us from the many passerby's.
"NO YOUR NOT" Garrus roared through my ear piece, even though Sidonis couldn't hear him. "Shepard move. I am taking the shot!"
Sidonis then did something I did not expect, he just turned around and walked, like a man that about to go to the noose, his head held high and his back straight screamed confidence in his, stupid decision.
What happened next was in slow motion for me, whether it was from the fear of what I was about to do or the adrenaline pumping through my body, I did not know. I heard a shot. I jumped in front of the idiot Sidonis. Sidonis turned around and faced me, a look of confusion on his face. Many shoppers also looked at me, as if I was naked in public, their stares piercing through me like spears of hot iron. A woman screamed somewhere within the haze of people. It was then I felt it: a trickle running down the inside of my armour. I looked down at my chest, to see a gaping red hole punched through my torso, blood drained out of it in sporadic floods, painting the pearl white floor where I stood red.
My surrounding imploded around me as I collapsed into my own pool of blood. Darkness curled its long bony hands around my delicate form. "SHEPARD!" I heard Garrus scream from afar, my name, Jane Shepard, Butcher of Torfan, Murderer of Wrex and the Council, A lost soul. I'll be dammed before I let someone else do what I do.