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Last man standing
Topic Started: Dec 9 2013, 01:17 AM (377 Views)
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Heres my contribution ^.^ I wrote this awhile ago and have begun to rewrite it as of last week, and here is the introduction, just for a taste. Please do critisize, point out stuff, etc. etc.

If you want to see a before/after here's the original:
http://www.wattpad.com/story/771079-last-man-standing-part-one



Things were quiet, almost too quiet. The only sound to break the silence was a breeze bursting through a broken window in random sputters, the quickly vanishing light in the distance making rays burst through the curtains in random flutters. The flutters of light were warming to say the least, they gave hope to those residing in the quiet world around it. The quiet optimism was the only thing that kept some people going….and their determination is intoxicatingly hopeful to some people and drives many to do what some would considered insane.

“Why?” A deep voice resonated from a corner of the room, confusion was crisscrossed all over the word and fear was radiating from the word. A faint scratching could be heard as something moved over the ground, sounding like something metal scraping across a sidewalk. The sound was brisk, and a light tapping was heard as something moved in the corner in an attempt to further hide itself from the outside world.

The light in the window was fading fast, proved by the rays slowly shifting and spreading wider. The beams filled the room full of the light showing the bland nature of the room; a metal frame of what used to be a bed remained in the center of the room with ashes forming a perimeter around. The ashes had deep black dots spread amongst them making it look like more than one thing had been burned to make them. The light began to falter as it stopped short of the window, rolling up the walls and reflecting dimly off the tiling that made the ceiling.

“What?” The same voice, this time worried. Something wasn’t right with the voice, something was distinctly wrong with the way it moved through the air.

The light finally faded away, and a shadow slowly crept from the corner towards the other side of the room. It stopped when it reached the wall, its own sudden realization that there wasn’t any doors in the room that it found itself in made the shadow shake. It began pacing around the bed, wandering around as a sentry in search for a reason as to why it was there.

“Who?” The voice was beginning to sound desperate for information, the room that encircled it was beginning to frighten the creature. A small light began to flicker in the center of the room, two eyes from the creature snapped to attention and fixated on the light. The eyes where weary, obvious signs of stress crisscrossed over the top; the eyes that at one time where blue where now a light shade of grey from restless nights. It lacked the strength anymore to fight the darkness that appeared every night to slowly sap away the life from it, lacked the strength to try and escape from the prison once again

“How?” It was beginning to sound more frightened then before, the voice higher pitched and shrill with desperation laced across the word it spoke. The word echoed in the room, sending the creature cowering into the corner as its demand for answers was only met with its own cry for help. The shadow curled up in the corner in an all too familiar fashion as it wondered once against why something like itself deserved to be stuck in its situation, wanting to know what crime it had committed to of deserved to be left in such isolation.

“Where?” The voice had calmed down, almost as if it had repeated this cycle of questions before. Its voice was no longer laced with the fear and the shrill cries of a trapped beast, rather it was more of acceptance for the situation it knew it was in. It stood up slowly, as if with purpose, striven towards some unknown goal. Hovering for a fraction of a second, a few short rapid breaths being the only thing that made the creature shudder in the darkness, it began shuffling towards the lone window in the room. The wonder if felt as it stared out of the window, the curiosity of what the outside world would have had in store for it had it not been trapped inside the room. If only the creatures above it hadn’t trapped the beast inside as if for eternity.

It needed a way out.

The shadow raised an arm up and placed a hand on the window, pushing progressively harder on the window until it began shaking. Giving off a soft sigh it gave up, it wouldn’t be able to escape so easily. They had made sure of that, and even though it knew that the desire to be free was ever present. Unless things where to change he would just repeat the vicious cycle of trying to escape like it had done for so long.

Walking away for a moment the shadow paced the room, as if pondering the questions it poses day in and day out. Walking back to the window it stared out into oblivion for a moment, before a startled cry broke the silence and the being fell onto its back, disappearing into the darkness on the ground. The sound of something sliding across the ground, like sandpaper going across wood, could be heard from the room. A hard *thunk* shattered the monotony as the bed shook, the shadow hitting the bed hard enough to startle itself.

Its fright was obvious, as it scraped across the floor and could be briefly seen cowering in the corner. A light tapping could be heard as something on the shadow hit against the concrete wall. The tapping continued for a while, until eventually it died away with the rest of the sound in the room.

A hard thud broke the silence, a trend that was becoming more and more common. The only problem was this time it didn’t come from within the room. Something had hit the window, and it didn’t appear to of given up on the first try. Another thud could be heard, this one causing the clacking in the corner to be heard again as the shadow began shaking at the sound. The thudding continued, it was slow and repetitive……yet meaningful and full of purpose. A cracking sound could be heard as the glass slowly gave away to the persistence the creature had. The snapping and crackling of glass could be considered a harbinger of doom for anything that wanted to be protected by the layers of glass and metal.

Another thud rang out.

And another.

The shadow could only watch, as anyone would, as whatever was on the outside of the window continued to pound away at the window. The fear and anticipation hung thick in the room as the cracks slowly began to creep along the glass and grow as it buckled under the pressure.

The shadow cringed as the deep crack of a rifle firing in the distance disrupted the pounding, shards of tempered glass were thrown across the room in long lines. Small pieces of concrete were thrown across the room when the round hit the concrete with a heavy *Thwack*.

Then another gunshot broke out, this one hitting the concrete below the window with a heavy *Thud*, shaking the glass within its pain as its own show of force.

A final shot rang out, as if to hammer in the power the wielder of the rifle had, the sound of the bullet hitting the concrete causing the shadow to cringe one final time.

Then silence.

After a few moments the shadow crept to the window, light leaking in through the hole in the window created by the bullet. As the creature peeked through the hole created, the light revealing for a fraction of a moment what the darkness could never do.

A sick looking grin stared back at whoever was watching, the tips of its lips curled up perfectly to show it’s satisfaction with whatever it was seeing. A chuckle broke out, it was light and halfhearted but eventually it turned into full out laughter. The laughter was thick and deep, the happiness the creature felt was obvious as the laughter grew progressively louder.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the shadow glared out the window, seeming to ponder whatever it saw going on outside. The grin was gone, and was replaced by a frown. A voice came out, the first in a long time, but it was riddled with experience and determination.





“It has begun…”
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