So, I've been feeling really angsty lately, (a side effect to listening to sad music all day) and this is what I came up with!
(Those of you who are waiting for updates on my other stories, I'm sorry. I'm suffering from a rather serious bout of writer's block with some minor complications.)
I'm just trying out a new style, and I think it works well at portraying emotions, so please give me some feedback on what you think! Thanks.
Warning: If any of you feel deeply offended by anything in this writing, I'm really sorry. I'm not trying to be racist or anything, I'm just getting a point across. I do realize I am exaggerating a bit, but if you don't like it, I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or any noticeable characters from that series. In no way am I gaining any profit from this. This is for entertainment and educational purposes only.
Some words to describe Alex – or at least, the old Alex that everyone knew –: playful, caring, thoughtful, respectful, energetic.
Now what was he? Truthfully, how was he doing now? An empty husk, soulless, a flickering light on the verge to succumbing to the yawning pits of darkness itself.
Jack, of course, was the same young, bouncy, humorous woman who hated cooking with great passion.
But now, she felt new emotions flickering in her mind. Emotions she'd never really felt before.
Fear.
Worry.
And a complete and utter fiery anger that boiled though the same blood that pumped through her very own body.
In truth – and she had admitted it countless times – she never felt the fear or the worry for herself. No-no, it was all for that very same boy who'd recently been turning up on her doorstop caked in blood and dirt.
The very same boy who'd been changed by the very same people that she loathed with great ferocity.
Jack had never liked the American government that much. Really, with all the money being thrown away to wars and weapons, she couldn't stand seeing the poor children starved of education, the old men who wandered the streets without proper health care and roves over their heads. How did they manage to not care?
So she left America, to find a new job, a new home, a new family.
A new life.
Packing her bags and kissing her parents goodbye on the phone, she left to get that new life.
Now, she felt like doing the same thing all over again.
But running away never solved your problems, did it?
Besides, she had someone else to care for this time! For God's sake, the boy was like a little brother to her!
Running away from one bad government was fine up until now. She realized, with a jolt, that she had fallen into the hands of a manipulative country, one who bended people to their own will. And young children, at that.
Truthfully, it made her sick to her stomach.
In case you were wondering about what I meant about the "educational purposes" in my disclaimer, I'm putting together pieces for my blog. (Yes, it's a blog for writing tips, like Nyxie's. She's awesome. Nyxie, if you're reading this, review! –grins-)
If you want to read my blog, I'm sorry it's not available yet, but once it is, I'll post the link onto my profile. If you want to be notified when my blog is up, just send me a message and I'll be sure to get back to you.
Once again, I'm not trying to be racist or bring up political issues. (Well, I'm trying to be vague about the various issues within our nation.) I'm truly sorry if anyone feels deeply offended by this. I apologize immensely in advance.
So, hope you like it! I'm planning to either write a sequel or label this as an introduction. I'm still thinking of sequels, though…
Feedback is greatly appreciated!