Post by Kayla Storm on Jun 7, 2012 8:09:39 GMT -5
I am busy with this story, but I'm not sure if my plot Idea is so great. Tell me, DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MORE?
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” I hollered. People dodged me, cursing as I ran past, but I didn’t stop. The waxed floors of the grand hotel made my tennis shoes feel useless. My knees went up, they went down. Faster… FASTER! It was the worst feeling in the world. Knowing something was going to happen and it was your fault.
I sped into the hallway. Kayla’s room was in sight, and I ignored the stab of pain in my side. Suddenly, a loud, petrifying sound made my heart stop. I knew what it was; there was only one sound in the world that could sound like that. The hollow ring of a bullet as it flew out of a gun. “SHOTS FIRED!” I yelled at the FBI intercom on my sleeve. My gun was raised without me thinking, and I shouldered the wooden door.
“FBI!” My voice seemed to be governed by some other being as I stumbled into the room. My brain, my body, was paralyzed in fear, and only the years of training kept my mind from running away with me. The shooter was standing over her, over Kayla, with a mask in place. His identity hidden, but his cold, blue, eyes showing.
She lay in a pool of blood, but I refused to focus on her. “Drop your weapon.” The shooter stumbled back a few steps... “I said drop it!” He inched closer to the open window. We were five stories high. He couldn’t escape. And yet, he opened his mouth, and uttered one word.
“No.” Suddenly, he was gone. I stared, not even breathing at the now empty space where he had stood. He had jumped out of the window. He had escaped. Motionless, I let the wave of fury wash over me. He had shot her. He had killed Kayla Simon, my best friend. He had killed Kayla Simon, the best actress on the silver screen. He had killed a 14-year-old girl, a girl who was the same age as me.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” I hollered. People dodged me, cursing as I ran past, but I didn’t stop. The waxed floors of the grand hotel made my tennis shoes feel useless. My knees went up, they went down. Faster… FASTER! It was the worst feeling in the world. Knowing something was going to happen and it was your fault.
I sped into the hallway. Kayla’s room was in sight, and I ignored the stab of pain in my side. Suddenly, a loud, petrifying sound made my heart stop. I knew what it was; there was only one sound in the world that could sound like that. The hollow ring of a bullet as it flew out of a gun. “SHOTS FIRED!” I yelled at the FBI intercom on my sleeve. My gun was raised without me thinking, and I shouldered the wooden door.
“FBI!” My voice seemed to be governed by some other being as I stumbled into the room. My brain, my body, was paralyzed in fear, and only the years of training kept my mind from running away with me. The shooter was standing over her, over Kayla, with a mask in place. His identity hidden, but his cold, blue, eyes showing.
She lay in a pool of blood, but I refused to focus on her. “Drop your weapon.” The shooter stumbled back a few steps... “I said drop it!” He inched closer to the open window. We were five stories high. He couldn’t escape. And yet, he opened his mouth, and uttered one word.
“No.” Suddenly, he was gone. I stared, not even breathing at the now empty space where he had stood. He had jumped out of the window. He had escaped. Motionless, I let the wave of fury wash over me. He had shot her. He had killed Kayla Simon, my best friend. He had killed Kayla Simon, the best actress on the silver screen. He had killed a 14-year-old girl, a girl who was the same age as me.
