To Kill a Deer
A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91
Disclaimer: This is just a narrative assignment in language arts modified into a fanfiction; I'm not Harper Lee.
Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): This was originally an assignment I was given in language arts recently. Because I was given a perfect score for it, I decided I would put it on since it was literally begging me to do so anyway. XD
Thanks for reading! (Throws toast to everyone who reviews)
(BTW: This is my tenth fanfic. :-) )
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When Atticus was a younger man, he was the straightest shooter in Maycomb County, Alabama. He was such an excellent shooter that he could gun anything down with a single bullet. Given the nickname One-Shot Finch, he participated in any event that involved shooting, including but not limited to World War One, general hunting, and shooting tournaments. Despite the fact he had a rare gift among the human race, however, he eventually put the gun away when he was in his twenties; his life was changed forever by a shocking event.
The day started out simple enough. It was hunting season, and everyone in Maycomb knew what that meant: the annual Maycomb Shooting and Hunting Tournament. During the tournament, contestants were required to shoot down as many game creatures as they could in a two hour-long time limit. When the time limit was over, the total number of game shot down for each contestant would be counted one by one. Obviously, the participant with the most animals shot down was declared the winner.
Our young Atticus was a contestant of the tournament that very day, bound and determined to be rewarded with the first place trophy. Half an hour into the contest, he had already gunned down ten birds and two swift rabbits. Just then, he spotted one of the largest animals counted as game in the tournament: a buck. The buck was the largest he had ever seen, with three-foot long prongs atop its miniscule head and tall body. White spots and a tail that resembled pulled cotton attached themselves to its backside. It seemed to telepathically beg to Atticus "Shoot me, Atticus Finch, shoot me" as it simply ate some grass in the hot humid weather.
In response, Atticus obeyed the pseudo-command. Aiming his gun towards the buck, he immediately fired the bullet towards flesh, hearing a thud after the gun blast was silenced. When he looked up, however, he found out to his horror he did not stop a buck in its tracks but a human being: another hunter; he too was attempting to shoot the male deer.
In between his screaming, the bleeding hunter blurted out slurred versions of "HELP!" until he finally went out cold. By the time more hunters came around to help the man and the attempted nurse (our youngAtticus), he was dead as a doornail, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Since the incident elapsed half an hour, the tournament was over an hour later. Atticus had forfeited from the contest in his embarrassment and sympathy for the fallen man, so another hunter won the price. When Atticus got home, he unloaded the remaining bullets from his gun and destroyed his gun; he made a pledge to himself not to shoot another creature again in order to prevent the occurrence from ever happening again.
THE END
A/N: I'm just hoping y'all liked it at the very least; my teacher and the student who edited it for me apparently liked it. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review if you have the time.
Ja Ne!
Kate-chan 91