Here is a little story I concocted after finally being fed up with all the, in my very strict opinion, subpar writing technique all over this site. its just a novelization of the red trailer with a little hint of rewrite, nothing special, maybe there's a little bit of inspiration from other peoples rewrites (namely by Mr. Stuff Doer, nothing against this person, I just have really high standards when it comes to stories, and I hope that is demonstrated here. Especially by the fact that this is my second time posting this after I confused canine with feline, ugh). Maybe I am being hypocritical and this also has terrible writing technique, tell me in the reviews. All in all this is short, sweet, roles off the tongue, and I hope everybody loves it.
definitions:
Facultative Biped: an animal that can switch between walking on four legs to walking on two legs for a short time. Think bears and meerkats and stuff.
Bifurcate: the division of something into two branches or parts.
Figure I'd put that in there just be to a little helpful, maybe start a new trend :).
The far off howling of the wind filled her ears as she stood over the grave on the cliff.
"I wish you didn't have to go, mom."
Her lament found no answer in the cold winter air. The only response from the stone being the ever present 'thus kindly I scatter'. She turned, beginning her long trek home. Silent, but for the crunching of snow beneath her feet.
The forest before her grew taller as she approached. Massive pines stretching as far as the eye could see, blocking her vision of those that lurked within.
As the girl reached a bare meadow, the howling of the wind was replaced by the howling of a more familiar sort. Beowolves; large, facultative bipedal creatures with a thirst for fear, anger and grief surrounded the young girl. The wolves circled their prey, an attempt to bleed their victim of all the negative emotion they could, enjoying the hunt.
Just as the wolves began to charge, the girl unfurled her cloak to reveal a large caliber weapon. She swung it about with a clank of the safety mechanism towards the closest charging Beowolf, and fired. A high impact sniper round boomed through the air for a split second and sheared through the juvenile canine, tearing it in two. This gave the remaining monsters pause, but their hesitation was soon overcome by bloodlust, and with a huff, they continued their approach.
The girl was prepared. She cocked her weapon, chambering another round, and fired. Again, and again, and again, her onslaught dwindled the number of Grimm which surrounded her. One by one they fell with cries of pain and anger at their demise. Seeing the Grimm were approaching too quickly, the girl transformed her sniper rifle, the rifle uncurled in a jumble of machinery and moving parts, whirring and clicking into the form of a massive scythe, and she jumped into melee.
Twirling in a tornado of deadly precision and grace, the girl cut down Beowolf after Beowolf in a flurry of blows. All around her the Grimm were cleaved in two, three, four pieces before she would turn to the next. The wind around her grew ever colder as she gained speed and lethality. The impact of bone on her metallic weapon left a faint ringing in her ears that left her feeling exhilarated.
These Grimm were no match for her, nothing but juvenile Beowolves, the weakest of the weak. They hadn't even begun sprout bone growths yet. She enjoyed the exercise these pitiful monsters gave her. Enjoyed their violent death throws and moaning whimpers, these monsters would not be able to hurt anyone anymore.
Her breath slowly grew heavy all the same, however. Her training being incomplete, the faster she twirled, the more she would notice flaws in her form. Fortunately, her faults would not be detrimental to her performance against the Grimm, and those untrained in the art of the combat scythe would be none the wiser.
Her killing spree came to an end with an upwards swing with her scythe that bifurcated the final Grimm that stood in her path. The corpse of the beast falling in opposite directions. Pausing, breathing heavy, she observed her job well done, listened to the silence of the forest, and the beating of her heart. satisfied at the rising towers of black smoke, she continued her long walk home.
There you have it. I think its pretty good for how quickly I wrote it. I will probably be writing the other trailers fairly soon, but seeing that I have three finals in the next five days, it may take a while for the next one to be posted. Hopefully I'll improve on the combat scenes, I think they are alright in this context, but the more complex they become I feel I should be more descriptive of what the characters are actually doing instead of hoping the audience knows what the source material fight looks like, which is what I did here.
As I said, leave comments and criticism in the reviews, really tear me apart if you want to.
Until next time.