Last evening, I sent in my final rough draft to my mentor: forty pages of late nights writing, reading, editing, and rewriting (every author’s dream). As the deadline of my final project gets closer, I’m finding myself feeling more frantic about the small committee of people who will be reading my completed piece. Yet, at the same time, I’m oddly excited about sharing my work and getting feedback from a group of supportive faculty and peers who I know I can trust with my 6 year work-in-progress. It’s a big step in all writers’ careers when they show their major project for the first time.
Sharing my experience and all that I’ve learned with you all has been incredible and if allowed, I’ll be continuing my project into next semester. As promised, here is the continuation of the excerpt I shared with you all a few weeks ago! We last left my character standing guard in an orchard when she gets attacked by an intruder. In the middle of the shoot out, her target makes a run for it and she rushes to chase him down, calling in for back up as she goes. The scene continues as follows:
“I called in for assistance again, hoping my urgent voice would get them here quicker. The minute we confined him, the agency would start looking into his identity. We’d do a background check, look for affiliations, accomplices, anything incriminating and that could give us a story he’d most likely be unwilling to give us without difficulty. Then we’d interrogate him about why he was here, what he knew about the tradeoff and how he learned about the info. But all of this depended on us being able to catch him, right here, right now. If he got away, the chances of tracking him would round down to zero. Not to mention that I wasn’t close enough to glimpse a face we could sketch.
“We’re coming in at 11 and 5 o’clock.”
“Got it,” I responded to my teammate through my ear piece. To block the intruder’s escape, I sprinted into the row next to his and shot at him. The bullet was unlikely to hit, but the noise he’d hear. Those under gunfire tend to run evasively. My goal was to drive him into the middle of a trap. Although I intended that he switch rows, I hadn’t expected him to run into mine. It didn’t end there, though I was ready to finish him off.
The second my opponent was in front of me, he reeled around. Already prepared for the onslaught, I stopped in my tracks and fired. With each one of my shots, he matched the timing and fired as well. Yet, nothing happened. My aim had been perfect. But there was no blood, no cringing, groaning, or limping from him…or from me, for that matter. Where did his rounds go? What happened to mine?
I kept pulling the trigger, hoping the shootout would hold him back and that the din would help my companions find us. Something wasn’t right about this, and I’d need my whole team to figure it out. The question was if they’d get here before I ran out of ammo. Or worse; before one of the enemy’s rounds found its way into me. Before I had the chance to see which scenario would occur, something hard struck me across the back of the head.”
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