[Ziggy455]

I looked over the horizon of the rising sun. The snow forced it's way down onto my skin with painful entrances. I had fired the last bullet in my Beretta. I hated this moment, I couldn't feel anything anymore. Not the snow in all it's blistering coldness, not the pain in my heart. Nothing felt real anymore, I felt like I was stirring in a dream. Christ, is this it? Is this what all this was for? Putting a bullet into some poor schmuck's head because he's done me wrong? What kind of man was I? I didn't know, I couldn't answer that question with practised skill if I tried. Even if I could say It was because I was an evil entity. A user, a disloyal fragment of a time that once was. There was no point in hiding it, but changing it? Well maybe..Just maybe..

Crack! A thunderous sound that blared over the screams of the helicopter rotator blades. Ugh, I hated this part. The blood oozed from the schmuck's head. The chopper came flying forward, flying down into the helipad and crashing over my head. What happened next was too quick for me to understand until it had happened, and I was laying on a pile of glass. The chopper smashed down, the explosive force knocked me off the building and into the night - I floated for what felt like an eternity. I welcomed the flying feeling. I loved it more than anything in this world now. I had no pleasures left, all my free blowjob cards and candies had been spent up. I was empty inside and outside, and so was the gun in my hand, always in my hand; even through this magnificent spell of Peter Pan syndrome.

I waited to drop down onto the concrete and feel the cold hands of death clasping around my soul. I wasn't going to struggle. Unfortunately it was only strong glass that wanted my body. I fell through it and slammed into an office block, my body slammed into god knows how many computers and chairs, but I didn't feel it. Strong winds blew inside the offer, my gun still remained in my hand. I was happy it was. I came to a stop at the other side of the building, just in front of the window. My body was frail and weak by now. I was going to die. I knew that much at the time. I was a reprieve to know it would be quick.

No, no, no. This wasn't right actually. Somehow I managed to stumble up. I had broken my left arm and my left leg in the chaos. I limped around a little, snow lightly fluttering through the broken window, snowflakes dancing around the office. In my adrenaline fuelled state of obliviousness, I limped to the lift. The doors opened as if it had been waiting for me. I checked my gun, four rounds. Fair enough, I'd get probably four feet with that many. Did the police follow me? Did the SWAT already have their teams in the lobby? No. They'd seen the explosion and probably thought I was a piece of the building. That would be better, that would make things easier for a moment while I got my bearings.

The lift's emblem beeped and the lights of each floor moved down to one. I was in some sort of finance building. Stocks and such, I didn't really care. As long as the lobby was unlocked and I didn't have to talk to a security guard and explain why a man with a gun had flown up from the tallest building in New York. Man this sucked, the doors opened with that little 'beep boop' and I stepped out into the lobby. Nobody here, plenty of cameras but by the time anybody had to respond, I'd be long gone and out of this place.

I shot one of the windows and the alarms screamed bloody murder. Why try and protect a place like this? All the cash and stocks weren't here! This was just a processing plant. A place where the nine to five workers came to push papers and files and talk sh*t around the coffee machine. This wasn't a bank or a federal reserve!

I limped down the street and waited for the blaring sirens to come. If I was going to live I'd have to ditch the gun. NO. I'm never leaving this baby. It's saved my life countless times! No leave it. I sigh and I hear it cry after me shove it into the waistline. I let the love of it get the better of me. I move down the street, the mob war was still taking place. Christ hw many guidos had died out here? I hated this town with it's seedy morals and cheesy gangsters. Perhaps LA was a possibility? Get away from all this Noir sh*t and move out to the sunny side of America. Of course gangsters and drugs were rife but maybe they were a different breed? Nope, no different breeds, not really. There's black and white areas, and even gray ones. But they're all the same.

Bullets whizzed at me. Even civilians were being caught in the crossfire now!? More bullets. I divied behind a car, hails of metal screeched across the paintwork! sh*t sh*t sh*t! What do I do? What do I do!? I can't get the f*ck out of here!

[Los Santos Pedestrian]

YES THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE GO FIND SOME OTHER FORUM TO POST THAT SH*T

Just kidding. That was pretty good.

[AceRay]

You've been playing Max Payne, haven't you?

[Ziggy455]

QUOTE (AceRay @ Saturday, May 26 2012, 05:42)

You've been playing Max Payne, haven't you?

Haha, I wrote this on Write or Die. A website in which you must write continuously or face having the work deleted. My goal was 1,000 words in 15 minutes. I hit 900 when the timer went off and I decided to share this work. Because I barely thought as my hands hit the keys, I remembered Max Payne and so the story kind of just pointlessly flowed.

[Eminence]

It's cool that you hammered this out with Write or Die. It's surprising how that sort of structure or challenge can push you to come up with stuff and just get it done. This needs some proofreading and the story itself is neither here nor there, but it's certainly not drivel. The experimentation and practice with word choices alone makes it a worthwhile exercise - if you ever try it again, definitely post it!

[El Zilcho]

I liked this, for a quick piece it's just the brain juice you need to get into quick writing. You did a snappy action piece in such a short time, and it wasn't half as bad as you titled it. Do you mind if I try 1,000 words in 15 minutes too, and post the result here?

[Ziggy455]

QUOTE (El Zilcho @ Saturday, May 26 2012, 21:32)

I liked this, for a quick piece it's just the brain juice you need to get into quick writing. You did a snappy action piece in such a short time, and it wasn't half as bad as you titled it. Do you mind if I try 1,000 words in 15 minutes too, and post the result here?

Certainly mate. I think it could be a good topic and such for people to get their juices flowing. Post it up, all are welcome.