Just a little sneak-peek at a new character I'm working on with my oh-so-amazing co-author. its just a quick show, nothing truly special at the moment. Will this happen in the story? Did I give anything away for the plot? Who knows?! Because I certainly don't.
The Angel.
A guardian angel, to be precise.
A Savage.
One that knew the difference between right and wrong in a world of men gone mad.
A Fire.
That lit the way for weary souls.
A River.
That carved a mighty path when all seemed lost.
A Gun.
That chewed at its enemies like a rabid dog.
A Girl.
That waved metal like a flag.
A Shadow.
That moved as easy in the day as in the night.
A Hero.
Cut down, when he finally had enough.
And a simple scavenger.
That didn't want any of this, that just wanted to walk his dog, that just wanted to have fun and run and never look back. A scavenger that hadn't thought of the future until he was forced to fight for it. For the one where everyone lived. The one where they weren't all burned to ashes just like everything else in his life. He had just thought of eating, living, playing in the sand, but now everything hurts and its hard to breathe and he just wants to go back to how things were.
He's weak, he knows that, especially looking at the unlikely heroes that crowd him, protect him,. protect what he was trying to protect.
One thing. He couldn't just protect one thing and now its dying, he's sure, because everything he tries to protect dies and he has a feeling that its his fault because they were alive and well when he didn't touch them, when they didn't try to be apart of his life, when they just didn't even know he was alive. When he was as unique as a grain of sand in the Dust, things were easier, he was ignorant, he was happy.
Now, everything is filled with pain and agony and so much heartache that he doesn't know if he can even move on.
But he sees them, these Hunters, Vault Hunters to be precise, and he wants to be like them, just like every kid did. They were strong, they were (almost) invincible.
And what was he?
Nothing.
He was nothing compared to them, and he knew that.
But someone didn't, someone was afraid of him. . .
He grit his teeth, tongue split with hate and venom, and he stood his ground among them. He would be the hero, he would be what he was told he was, for her, for everyone that didn't get a chance to live their own lives because of him.
"I'm coming for you, Jack."
Yeah, yeah ending kind of falls flat there, doesn't it? I'll definitely come back through and edit this when I have the time.