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Name: WangDi(Dylan)

Section: B03

Professor: Kristen

Date: May 19th , 2015

Fast and furious 8(1)

Under the dim light, A strong man was handcuffed while sitting in jail where only accepted the level of SSS prisoner getting in it. But now, he was the first one and also the only one who could come into here. No one want to came here. The room had only a cold iron bench and a closestool, even there had no windows there. His name is Deckard Shaw. He had wore this orange cloth and played with guards for three years. In other words, he has been jailed for three years. He was tired of his prison life.Now, he had the strong willing to get out and revenge. Whenever he thought about revenge, he always clenched fist until his nails inserted into the palm of his hand as if he could squeeze everything. His anger had never subsided.

Shaw stood up and twisted the twist neck. Staring the name he carved on the wall: Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, Luke Hobbs, the muscles on the corner of the mouth tighten: “I will back.” His face was firm and his eyes almost spewed flames. The skeleton muscles covered on his body was like a thick armor reflecting the dark light.

At this time, Shaw’ s “best friends”, the guards, were immersed in playing poker in the room outside his room. Batons neatly hung on the door hook which were opposite to the Scattered can. They always cheered in a loud voice with disgusting hiccup, especially the fat one. Shaw impatiently shouted at the him and his hands grasping the railing:”I will rip your tongue out, Chubby.!”

“You know, I hate others call me Chubby!” the fat turn around his head, “ My name is Beatty! Remember it! Prisoner Shaw.”

Shaw pointed at his nose: “Once I could get out, I will hit you on the floor and you will beg me for forgiving you, I promise. ”

“Okay, come on, Shaw. If you can get out from this railing structured in lead.” Beatty’ s eyebrows up and then he focus back on the poker in his hand. But this sentence reminds Shaw the same word said by a strong man, Hobbs. He knocked the lead bars but the bars only shook little, nothing changes a lot. Shaw helplessly bowed his head, had a deep sigh, and turned around slowly.

Shaw pressed the button on the remote control randomly and the boring news came out. “Always him.(the host).” he set his hands holding his cheeks. The life in the prison was always like this. Shaw yawned and it seems sleepy to him. The ticking of the clock in his room was buried in the noise of TV. Actually what time is it is not a big matter to a prison. Nothing special to them whether it is day or night. No beers, no beauties, also no guns, but just the bread which tastes like a stone.

But in the outside of the prison, the ticking of clock was like the heartbeat. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...the countdown held the breathe of the mercenaries who had been arranged here waiting for this day three days. The night provided a perfect shield to them. The eyes was like the fish’ s eyes gazed on that jail building. The control of the bomb was held in the hand of the action of the commander. Five, four, three, two, one... With the time passed, the drop of sweat which was as big as a bean fell down from the mercenaries’ s forehead.

Boom! With a tremendous explosion, the gate of the jail fell down. Monitoring equipment there was suddenly shot and the screen instantly turned black. The trained mercenaries rushed into the jail and killed the guards at the gate. When the mercenaries crushed into the Beatty’ s room, they were fancy playing card but suddenly stood up without any reaction with this situation. They instantly got hands up. Their mouths opened as if they could swallow an egg. “This is the federal government's prison, you dare to rescue?!” the Beatty trembled and said to these armed solders.

“Why not? Even here is all of weapons pointing at me, I will come. And... attacking such a place like a wandering as simple of the house of my own backyard.” said by a voice in crowd.

Fast and furious 8(2)

He was Shaw’ s younger brother, Owen Shaw.

Last time he was beaten by Toretto’ s team and sent to the hospital. Lying on the bed in hospital and keeping silence for three years. During this period, he was in a coma that he had no respond even his brother came to visit. However, he just recovered one week before and got known of the arrest of his brother who got a failure in revenging for him from his men in disguise. Then he run away from hospital and disappeared under the sight of the police in a minute. No one can image that he would show up here. “Go back to a important thing, gentlemen. Where, is, the key?” slowly he went up to him and elbow on the table, glared at three guards. The mercenaries took the guns and aimed at these guards’ s eyebrows waiting for the next command.

In the case of the tension, one of the guards quietly would touch to the waist with a gun. Closer, Closer, I think I will get it...“Bam!” a wisp of a pale smoke rising slowing from the mercenary’ s gun. “Oww!” the other guard screamed and his hands tightly embraced when he witnessed his colleague lied in the pool of blood with a hole on the eyebrows. Then his eyes suddenly got a floppy, whole person collapsed on the ground, fainted.

“Oh, you know, I don’ t want be a bad man, right? I don’ t want to see any blood here.” Owen’ s face was full of despise, “So.. Come on, I know you are the smarter one, right?” his eyesight focused on the Beatty now.

“Ye..Ye..Ye..Yes, sir.” Beatty’ s leg trembled with his crotch becoming wet.

“Don’ t afraid, kid. Tell me, where is the key for that jail.” there was a greedy smile appearing on his ferocious face.

“He...he...he...here...” trembling sound squeezed from Beatty’ s throat. It was like a mouse was caught by a fierce cat and pinned beneath the cat’ s claw. Beatty took out the key from his pocket and handed into Shaw’ s hand and went back as soon as he possible.

“Okay...thank you, my dear kid. Bye.” Shaw told to Beatty with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Wait!” A voice came from the corridor, “Leave it for me, my brother.” This voice made everything seems to be still. It included the delighted and excited, cheerful and powerful, but for Beatty there was just a bad-news. Fear and even scare approached to him. This sound was like a shoot through his head. It was so familiar for him to hear this voice that he started to pray for the blessing from the god.

“Help him out! Go, go, go!” Owen threw the key to his man. In a minute, his brother appeared in front of the Beatty.

When the Owen approached to Shaw and wanted to have a hug with him, he said steadily: “Give me a minute, I want to solve some personal problems.” Owen’ s eyes became twinkling because this moment reminded him of the protection by his brother in his childhood which was his brother have a fight with the students in blood who bullied him.

“Remember what I had talked to you, Chubby.” Shaw kicked the knee to Beatty’ s stomach. Beatty flied to the wall backward him and kept silence laying on the ground.

“So..Now we can go back home, brother?” Owen threw a can of beer to Shaw.

“Of course, it’s up to you.” Shaw said that as a bright smile appearing on his face. He missed this feeling of trust for a long time.

Owen’ s man carried a backbag to the Shaw. “This time, it’ s up to you. You are the expert.” Owen briefly said that.

Sawing the various types of bombs in the bag, Shaw turned to his brother: “Okay, all.”

This word was like a command for the mercenaries that everyone got withdraw as soon as they possible. Shaw tipped a bomb and threw to the bag. “Boom!” An orange mushroom cloud blossomed on the ruin of the jail. The lead sheet flew in the sky and turned over like a piece of paper blew in the wind and finally fell down the ground heavily.

“Wow!” Witnessing such the “wonderful” scenery, Owen couldn’t help exclaiming. He raised the glass and cheered with the Shaw. Shaw looked toward the horizon and fell into a thinking. A new plan built up in his mind.

Reflective Letter

What amazing thing I have never done before? I can have a try with in creative writing for the Fast and Furious. The Fast and Furious is a movie that I have pursued it for maybe 3 to 4 years. I love it so much. Even when I saw the scene of drag racing, I will jump up and scream. I am crazy about that either the protagonist or the villain. Like this time, I don’t want the Shaw, who played by Jason Statham, to keep died in prison. So this time I tried to relieve him. His image is deeply printed in my mind and hard to change so that I followed his way to life as the comment write “He is an authentic British ruffian.”

I know the Fast and Furious 7 is aggressively playing in the world. The belief appearing on the roles attracts people to watch it. The exciting shot in fighting between Dominic Toretto and Luke Hobbs like a crash between the earth and the Mars.

The concept of family had told several times through the story. Every fans of this movie will remember the scene that the Toretto, Brain and Mia gathered and hug with tears. That moment introduce the warmth in the warm blooding fighting.

So this time, I describe the Shaw’ s characteristic following the author’s thought. Thus, whether the action, outlook, expression and dialogue I write, it is all suitable for the Shaw. The background setting is come from the origin movie but retold by me in my ink.

I have to admit that there are a lot of words picking meeting a problem which the words are not native enough for the reader. As well, the later work is still in my mind as a complete story. I hope the beginning of the story could get approval by other readers.

Frankly speaking, the word description I write hoped to be as vivid as the camera shot. If the 2000 words could fixed in a shot, the writer is successful in illustrating the details which build up the characteristic of the roles in story.