Writing Lock-In. [PG-VL]

[Godelsensei]

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]I wrote this yesterday:


Silent but for the sound of her own heavy breath and the shuffling of wary feet from every side, and above. Sweat trickled down her forehead and she felt her grip on the gun, her finger resting lightly but cautiously on the trigger, waiting for an opportunity to pull it. Her muscles tensed as she heard shuffling in the path she was not looking towards and she jerked her head in that direction, reaching forward with her gun, rising halfway to her feet, so as to keep herself as sheltered as possible while making a getaway easy.

Four of them. Out. She nodded towards them, taking note of their expressions of shock and disgust, then slipped away quietly, her shoes? worn soles making little noise against the dirty floor.

She found another passage upwards quickly and ducked so her body was only visible from the shoulders up. She aimed and fired. Cursing from below and people glancing towards her.

But she had already drawn back, out of their view. They moved on, and she noticed a faint light out of the corner of her eye. Steady arm. Only one shot, or they?ll know you?re here. She rested the gun in her opposite hand and fired. A hit.

Then, a vibrating motion in her hand and across her chest and back and the baneful notes telling her that she had been hit.

?Damn.? She checked the back of her gun, settling herself as far back into the corner as possible, waiting for the five seconds to pass before she could start shooting again.

Kamo.
Wild duck.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as her gun let out the opposite sequence of harmonic intervals than a few seconds ago. She saw the green and red lights moving along the highest level?s bridge and fired. She could not hear the beep but saw their lights dim.

A quick squint into the darkness, then she scuttled away as inconspicuously as possible to wait for another assault or some one to render unable to get her back for as long as it took to run away.

Another vibration and sequence of beeps and she swore again, more harshly and recoiled into the darkness, where she thought no one would see her. Once again, she glanced at her gun and grimaced.
Kamo.

She glanced at her watch, glad of its ability to light up in dim light and noted that there were many hours left before she would have a chance to leave. This was a Lock-In, after all.

Plenty of time to find out whom it was who had been able to hit her twice in such a small time frame.

She thought she saw some one running away and fired again. Once again, their lights dimmed, but she did not move. She fired at a few would-be snipers, who looked around for her; she was in an unlikely place, and they did not see her.
Then, she whirled around and fired as many shots as she could before her lights went out. He grinned at her then rushed past her.
?****, no??

She sprung quickly to her feet, forgetting about her strategy and followed him. The few notes and she fired again and hit.

?God damn it?? He looked around, but she had ducked behind a wall. She thought she heard him coming up behind her and shifted to the far side of a pillar, gun held ready.

She just had to see it one more time, and then?

He walked past her and turned to fire, but she already had. She nodded to him, a smirk on her face, taking note of his expression and features, then did her best to disappear.

She shook her head to herself and fired at a few kids on the top level before looking for another secure hiding place. It was definitely him. Kamo. The Duck.

Forget about him, she told herself. You can?t know for sure. Besides, you need to get first place, and you need to last until it?s over. Just a few more hours.

She fired at the girl with the whiney voice and the white bra?foolish, to wear light-coloured undergarments under black light; very un-1337?and hit. The girl whined as she moved away from her, not wanting to bother with players who obviously wouldn?t last ?til the end.

She heard a noise behind her and turned rapidly, then dropped her weapon. ?Oh, hey.?
?What?s your rank??
?Second.?
?Who?s first??
?Him.?
?What??
?I?ll see you later. Cover my back while I?m running, eh??

She heard her friend?s gun beep as she got hit, presumably from behind.

She turned a corner and once again found herself checking the back of her gun. Him again. Must be him, she thought. I shall ask him to accompany us for breakfast once this is over.

She fired again, and missed. Then, a hit, and she ducked. But what if it?s not really him? I?d make a fool out of myself.

She ran down the passageway, through a group of four or five boys, tagging them all as she went. She had a purpose now, but didn?t know where she was going. So what? If it turns out it is him, you?ll regret not taking the chance. You?ve got nothing to lose. Ask him after it?s over.

She stopped and retreated into a small room, waited for the boys to run by the entrance, and fired. All of them again. They yelled as she ran past.

You?ll just make a moron of yourself. He?s, like, 25, anyway.
Yeah. It can?t be him; he lives too far away.

??was killed at a strip mall, outside a Laser Tag arcade. Found with several knife wounds. There were no witnesses that have stepped forward.
?He was on vacation, staying with relatives, and was, as far as authorities know, not acquainted with the suspects, one of which was arrested at his home earlier today.
?He was 25 years old.?

She turned off the TV and began to cry. Why hadn?t she taken him to the coffee shop?

I was very sad when I wrote this, and had just returned home from LaserQuest.

My friend and I had been discussing what it would be like if you ran into some one you knew online during a game of Laser Tag and this is what came out.[/FONT][/COLOR]