NaNoWriMo '07
BANG. BANG. BANG. The gun was in his hand, the bullets were in her chest. His face was distraught, and her eyes were lifeless. He couldn’t control his motions, and she was falling to the ground. His finger pulled the trigger and it went into her head. Dropping the gun, his awareness of the situation came back to him and saw the bloody body sprawled across the floor. He had screamed, the scream was so loud that he woke up from his nightmare. He didn’t kill Synthia, but in his gut it felt like he had murdered millions. How could of he let this happen? It was so unexpected, and he had the sensation to deny it ever happened. Why would someone that was on their side kill Synthia, why did they disappear out of nowhere?
Later in the morning, Reginald had to meet the chief about the night before. He didn’t want to, all he wanted to do was lie in bed and lay there, motionless, and think of the memories of Synthia. Their first kiss, her lips, so soft and moist, it was so sensual. This was when they first knew that they loved each other. Their first date, Reginald was still a shy kid with a high school crush on Synthia. He would stare at her in boot camp, and think about her constantly. He asked a girl in one of his training classes to give a love letter to Synthia, and realized too late that he might be embarrassing himself and that she might find him weird. That same afternoon, in the mess room, he was eating his food when he saw a shadow hover over him. Regi looked up and saw that it was Synthia, smiling and swaying flirtingly. She had agreed to go on a date with him, at the beach, where they sat and talked until midnight. It was one of his fondest memories.
He decided to get up, put on some appropriate clothes, and go the chief’s office. He dreaded walking through all of those people he would pass by, I’m sure they would be staring, talking, making rumors about him and Synthia. That was how human society worked, controversial situations makes the brain initiate a hyper speed thinking process that overlaps each other to come up with some insane gossip ideas. Plus, the group had to cover up for the fact that one of their own had friendly-fired on another member of Angi, so a lie had to be made.
The chief’s office was on the second floor of the headquarters. Angi was hidden in plain sight, inside the Hilton hotel. They had asked for two floors that they could keep their members at. So they programmed the elevator to only allow a certain code to access the two floors, which was on the 16 and 17th story of the building. The 1st floor was for the members to lounge about and sleep in their quarters. The 2nd floor was for more serious business, such as private meetings and where all the weapons were stored. Regi walked into the elevator, typed in the 2nd floor code, and enjoyed the extremely short trip. He walked out and went towards the end of the hall where the Chief was waiting for his presence. Looking at the people in the hall, it seemed that no one wanted to look him in the eye, out of fear of guilt.
Regi saw a shadow in the door of the chief’s office, it wasn’t the chief because this figure was different. The chief was a tall, muscular man that won his way to the top because of his strategic ability in any situation and almost super-human strength. He was also in his late twenties, modestly attractive, and the women swooned over him. The shadow was shorter, skinny, and had shaggy hair; the chief had a military crew-cut. The figure almost looked familiar to Regi, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knocked on the door to the office and waited for a response.
“Come in, Reginald,” the chief called out.
Regi opened the door and went into the office. He looked at the other man in the room, and almost wanted to faint. It was the man at the warehouse, the murderer of his beloved Synthia. Regi’s head filled with rage and was tempted to jump at the man and tear him limb from limb, leaving him there to suffer and drown in his own blood. Not even then would that satisfy his rage.
“Sit down, Regi,” the chief ordered him.
Regi sat down, and stared at the chief angrily, not wanting to look at the other man’s face. “What is he doing here?”
“I asked him here, and I understand why he did what he did?” said the chief stoically.
“You are agreeing with a murderer? He killed my partner because she asked a simple, innocent question!” Regi jolted to his feet, and slammed his fist on the chief’s desk.
“I interpreted that as an attack towards me, so I shot her, she was a dangerous woman that could’ve have killed us all,” the man spoke with complete confidence.
Regi turned his head towards the man, his eyes blind with rage; he couldn’t hear anything else except the screaming inside his own head. “HOW DARE YOU SAY ONE WORD ABOUT HER? YOU KNEW NOTHING ABOUT HER, AND YOU SHOULD BURN IN THE FLAMING HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!” His nails were grinding into the desk, restraining himself from strangling the man and becoming a murderer like him.
“Sit down, Reginald, I do not need blood spilled onto my floor, nor anywhere for that matter,”the chief demanded. “you need to know the truth about Synthia, who she really is.”
“I know who she was, she was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and if you say anything else different from that I’ll…”
“You’ll what, hurt me? Go ahead, I can take it, you’re only a scrawny first year member anyways, your tiny punches won’t hurt me,” the chief stared him in the eye, challenging Regi to do something to him.
Regi lips quivered, he almost wanted to cry, these people were making Synthia become the enemy when it was really them that did something wrong, they kill his true love, the only person that he could trust. “I don’t need this right now.” He stood up, turned away from the chief and dodged his vision from the other man, walked out the door and slammed it so hard that the vibrations emitted through the hall. Right now, all he wanted to be was dead.
I'm at 1556 words. I haven't even gotten past the first word count goal. I need to get to 4800 words today to catch up.