So this is basically just a preview of a future fic that I may or may not be doing but I probably will, soo... enjoy! It's in Kim's POV.
Note: This resulted from two writing prompts from Language Arts.
Prompt 1: You and a friend(s) are home alone at night, studying upstairs for a big science test. You hear a noise at one of the downstairs back windows. What do you do next?
"Ok. Let's do some mundane stuff," Jack says. I sigh, blowing a lock of hair out of my eye (only for it to fall back down.) and ignoring the little not-normal-highschooler-vocab word.
"I really don't get why you bother trying," I say. "It's hopeless. Me plus science equals does not compute."
"And that's one reason you're not doing well," he responds. "You don't believe that you can. A negative outlook can affect your whole mis— I mean, grade."
I frown. What was he about to say?
"Anyway," he continues quickly, trying to move one, "what exactly is it that you're struggling with?"
"Everything," I groan.
"Care to elaborate?"
I stare at him. I can't ignore that. Half the guys in my grade don't even know what 'elaborate' means, and yet here he is, using it in normal conversation. Jack is really… hmm. I don't know how to describe it. He's different.
It's like he's hiding something— something big. Something really important that he doesn't want anyone to know about (FORESHADOWING! OOOH!). Along with his amazing patience (we've been sitting her e for the past half hour and have gotten absolutely nothing done, and yet he hasn't showed any sign of frustration. It's a trait that no living teacher, let alone student, possesses), his eyes suggest that he's wiser than his age suggests.
Not to mention his faster-than-lightning reflexes.
"Kim?"
"Urg. The Periodic Table of Elements?"
"Ok, that's good! What about it?"
"I can't memorize any of them for the life of me."
"Well, you could look up or invent a song to help you commit them to memory."
"… a song."
"Associating music with learning makes memorization easier."
"Ok… what song do you suggest?"
"Any—"
His head suddenly snaps to the doorway, cocking to the side a little.
"What?" I ask, frowning.
"Did you hear that?" he whispers.
"Hear what?" I whisper back.
He doesn't answer. A few seconds pass, and he stands up. "Someone's in the house."
"What? How can you—"
"Shhh…"
He crouches slightly and walks out of the room, his footfalls somehow making no sound whatsoever.
'How the heck does he do that?'
I tiptoe out of the room as quietly as I can, following him, but my feet still make a muted padding sound. He's gotten to the bottom of the stairway.
'What the heck? I live here and I can't get down the steps that fast.'
"Maybe it's one of my parents," I suggest, just barely loud enough for him to hear.
"No, that's impossible," he responds just as softly. Something tells me he's been in a situation like this before… (MORE FORESHADOWING! OOH!)
"Why not?"
"I can hear them breathing in their room. It's not one of them."
…
"I have a really good sense of hearing," he explains.
"Ok…"
THUD.
"Ohmigosh!" I whisper loudly. Jack sends me annoyed look, one not unsimilar to one an older sibling would direct at their bothersome younger sibling. I cover my mouth.
He signals with his hand in a way that means 'stay here', before slipping out of sight around the corner.
About thirty seconds later, after not hearing anything, I get impatient. I tiptoe down the last of the stairs and peek around the corner. There's no one in sight.
Click.
I turn around to investigate and find myself staring right down the barrel of a gun.
(This is probably where a chapter would end.)
Prompt 2: "I was totally terrified!" Write a short narrative where this is your first sentence. Illustrate it!
I.
Was.
Terrified.
After all, who wouldn't be when there's a gun pointed straight at your face?
I back up slowly, off of the last step and into the living room. The gunman walks forward, his hand never wavering.
Someone curses. I look over and see Jack standing about three yards away from the intruder, glaring at the man and seeming more angry than scared.
"You…"
"Did you miss me, Jack?" the man says in a light, teasing tone. "After all, the last time was when—"
"Don't you dare say her name," Jack hisses. "Don't you ever say her name. You don't deserve that privilege."
I look back and forth between the two of them. What is going on here that I'm missing? Yes, Jack knows this man; that has already been established. But why is he in my house? Was he looking for Jack? And who is it that they're talking about?
"Why not?" the man asks, seeming amused. "You seem to have gotten over her if this pretty blonde isn't saying something…" He waves the gun in my direction. I wince.
Jack growls. In a blur of motion, his hand is down by his ankle, reaching for something. But, whatever it is doesn't seem to be there.
"Looking for this?" The man draws a sleek dagger from the depths of his coat.
Jack's eyes widen slightly, and his expression reflects one of surprise and mild panic.
My fear morphs halfway into suspicion. Jack keeps a dagger in his shoe? Why?
The man laughs. "Your little hiding place was efficient for our first three encounters, maybe the fourth. Past that, you are very predictable."
'First three or four encounters'?! How many times have they met?!
The man puts the dagger back and draws a second gun, aiming it at Jack's chest. "Finally. I've waited for this for so long. Nothing to defend yourself with. Nothing to attack me with, not without me shooting the girl first. No stupid little gadgets that you can whip out to save you, because I know that off the field the only weapon you have is your dagger. You're hopeless."
He clicks the safety off the gun.
"Let's see…" the man murmurs. "Who shall I do away with first? Your girlfriend or you? Then again this is the one with the poisonous bullets. I can shoot you first and then you'll have to sit there suffering mentally and emotionally as you watch her die. Hmm…" He seems to actually be contemplating this. How messed up is that? "Eenie, meenie, miney—"
BANG.
So? What do you think? I know you guys probably wanna kill me for the cliffhanger, but I really have no idea what happens after this. Who did he shoot? Was it Kim? Jack? Or maybe someone/something else entirely…
Tell ya what. If I get… let's say ten reviews for this, I'll come back to this and put another paragraph. Deal? ^v^ Heh heh, none of you are in a position to bargain, now are you?
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