Challenge #13 - Double Down
Here we go again. I actually made it the correct amount of words, ha. Well, I started writing this and it was already over 100 words in an instant, so good thing I found this challenge. And I still had to cut it down a bit and change it around to meet 200. Personally I don't think it's so great but I don't particularly feel like stressing over it so here it is.
Fic about Pete Schibetta and his -unfortunate- death.
1st person.
200 words.
I strut down the hall, proud as a goddamn peacock. The keys are growing warm in my clenched hand. I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife, and pass on the possession.
I can feel the energy subtlety surging through my blood
Yeah, I’ll teach that Mick not to fuck with me…
I round the corner…almost there..
What’s that murmur?
Chucky and the boys…
‘You and me, we have to have a little chat..’
Suddenly, the air seems to take on a different feeling..
Dread is thick around us and it presses down on my lungs
It was when his strong hands grabbed my face that I knew I was done for.
‘My life’
Kiss..
‘And your death’
Kiss..
I’d never been so terrified in my life
My blood turned to cold lead and something surged up through me, tickling my insides
“Chucky, no!”
I bark out the command.
Before I know it my back is being forced against the wall
The heat from my panic-stricken breaths melds with that of the heavy hand which now smothers my mouth
The blurred visage of my best paison is the last image I see before my sight is taken from me, permanently
Fic about Pete Schibetta and his -unfortunate- death.
1st person.
200 words.
I strut down the hall, proud as a goddamn peacock. The keys are growing warm in my clenched hand. I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife, and pass on the possession.
I can feel the energy subtlety surging through my blood
Yeah, I’ll teach that Mick not to fuck with me…
I round the corner…almost there..
What’s that murmur?
Chucky and the boys…
‘You and me, we have to have a little chat..’
Suddenly, the air seems to take on a different feeling..
Dread is thick around us and it presses down on my lungs
It was when his strong hands grabbed my face that I knew I was done for.
‘My life’
Kiss..
‘And your death’
Kiss..
I’d never been so terrified in my life
My blood turned to cold lead and something surged up through me, tickling my insides
“Chucky, no!”
I bark out the command.
Before I know it my back is being forced against the wall
The heat from my panic-stricken breaths melds with that of the heavy hand which now smothers my mouth
The blurred visage of my best paison is the last image I see before my sight is taken from me, permanently