BookBeauty
07-16-2013, 06:10 PM
Hullo folks! It's been a while. I wonder if any of you remember me?
Anyway, I'm back with my new labour of love, and I thought I'd share a teensy weensy piece of it. Simple, short, and sweet for now. I'm intimidated by getting back into this again. But, I haven't been this excited about writing in a very, very long time.
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Melting like black stars into a great canvas of white, Chance kept shooting until they molded together into a gaping blackness that a man could fit through. He appraised his handiwork. The rather messy hole in the wall didn't seem to affect the structural integrity of the room. He smiled and tossed the gun aside, removing his sound-protection earphones. They bounced off of the ground as he stepped into the hole, his shiny black shoes clacking against debris, rocks, and grains of sand. There was something about darkness that gave him an urge to whistle. He heard a scraping sound that restrained him. He flicked a switch on the side of his glasses, turning off the infrared. As he turned towards the sound, he saw something he wasn't expecting. Amber eyes glared up at him from a mess of curly red hair. She was cowering in the corner of the vault.
He froze, unsure.
''Hi there!'' He said finally, raising a hand in a friendly wave and walking towards her. She ran, darting to the side. He swept out a long arm and caught her, spinning her along to stand in front of him. She crouched down low, eyes darting wildly from left to right.
''I'm not gonna hurt ya, and you're really not gonna last long out there, just so y'know.'' He tried to smile as sincerely as possible. She stopped squirming.
''What are you doing here?'' He asked. He frowned and proceeded to examine her for wounds. He knelt down, sliding the small, round lenses down with an index finger. He peered over them with an air of professionalism.
''You're lucky. Not even a scratch.'' He got to his feet, ''I wouldn't have used the gun if I'd known somebody was in there. How'd you get in, anyway?''
She had been silent, and cowering up until that moment. It was then that she gathered some chutzpah. Her fist flew, catching him on the right side of his face. He blinked, rubbing his jaw with surprise.
''Owwww! What was that for?'' He looked down, but she was gone. Puzzled, he whirled around. He caught a glimpse of curls as she darted out of the messy hole he'd made, and into one of the many corridors in the main structure.
Shrugging, he switched on the infrared again, gazing calmly at the interior of the room. There was no ventilation-- That wouldn't make sense inside of an air-locked vault. But... Ah. The opposite wall had been melted straight through, showing a near-perfect oval shape, with much more finesse than his semi-automatic. The edges showed up on the infrared as bright red-- Fresh. He continued into the core of the vault, and the blanket of calm suddenly had burning nettles in it.
It was empty.
''S**t.''
Anyway, I'm back with my new labour of love, and I thought I'd share a teensy weensy piece of it. Simple, short, and sweet for now. I'm intimidated by getting back into this again. But, I haven't been this excited about writing in a very, very long time.
***
Melting like black stars into a great canvas of white, Chance kept shooting until they molded together into a gaping blackness that a man could fit through. He appraised his handiwork. The rather messy hole in the wall didn't seem to affect the structural integrity of the room. He smiled and tossed the gun aside, removing his sound-protection earphones. They bounced off of the ground as he stepped into the hole, his shiny black shoes clacking against debris, rocks, and grains of sand. There was something about darkness that gave him an urge to whistle. He heard a scraping sound that restrained him. He flicked a switch on the side of his glasses, turning off the infrared. As he turned towards the sound, he saw something he wasn't expecting. Amber eyes glared up at him from a mess of curly red hair. She was cowering in the corner of the vault.
He froze, unsure.
''Hi there!'' He said finally, raising a hand in a friendly wave and walking towards her. She ran, darting to the side. He swept out a long arm and caught her, spinning her along to stand in front of him. She crouched down low, eyes darting wildly from left to right.
''I'm not gonna hurt ya, and you're really not gonna last long out there, just so y'know.'' He tried to smile as sincerely as possible. She stopped squirming.
''What are you doing here?'' He asked. He frowned and proceeded to examine her for wounds. He knelt down, sliding the small, round lenses down with an index finger. He peered over them with an air of professionalism.
''You're lucky. Not even a scratch.'' He got to his feet, ''I wouldn't have used the gun if I'd known somebody was in there. How'd you get in, anyway?''
She had been silent, and cowering up until that moment. It was then that she gathered some chutzpah. Her fist flew, catching him on the right side of his face. He blinked, rubbing his jaw with surprise.
''Owwww! What was that for?'' He looked down, but she was gone. Puzzled, he whirled around. He caught a glimpse of curls as she darted out of the messy hole he'd made, and into one of the many corridors in the main structure.
Shrugging, he switched on the infrared again, gazing calmly at the interior of the room. There was no ventilation-- That wouldn't make sense inside of an air-locked vault. But... Ah. The opposite wall had been melted straight through, showing a near-perfect oval shape, with much more finesse than his semi-automatic. The edges showed up on the infrared as bright red-- Fresh. He continued into the core of the vault, and the blanket of calm suddenly had burning nettles in it.
It was empty.
''S**t.''