Roran B (hiringparanoia) wrote,
Roran B

False Front (It's the working title, shuddup) excerpt

I'm posting an excerpt, because I could seriously use some motivation to write more than a paragraph a year. I've got at least the general plot, as far as when boss battles happen, but I'm stuck (don't worry, I gots a buddy that can help with that) on how to get things from point A to B, and haven't touched the prologue revamp in ten months. I have written bits of small scenes here and there (which obviously will be rewritten when they come up later--it's just so I don't forget the gist of what I want to happen for the time being).

Seriously, comments will help me want to write. I would love comments. I will (for the time being) even settle for "cool" or an emoticon. More is of course much appreciated.

Basics about the story:

Main group of chars are a supernatural clean up team. Their main objective is to keep your regular every day humans from finding out that the things that go bump in the night really exist, and will do basically anything to keep things quiet.

Gods become pretty heavily involved.

Obligatory warnings (for the entire novel/series/whatever this turns out to be):

Graphic violence, general adult content, excessive swearing, self-mutilation, gore, triggering content, (possible sex? not sure yet), and...well, that covers the bases for now at least. It's definitely not intended for kids.

Victor bit back a yawn as he fumbled with his keys, managing after a few moments to get the door unlocked and wrenched open. He felt blindly for the light switch in the entryway, giving up after a few futile swipes. Instead, he settled for the kitchen light, tossing his keys down next to the coffee maker as he flipped the switch.

Before the florescent could even think to flicker into life, the young man suddenly found himself pinned against the counter, arms wrenched behind his back to immobilize him. He struggled for a few moments, kicking vainly at the much taller man holding him in place, craning his neck to try and at least see him.

Zane grinned, letting out a short laugh as she stepped into Victor's line of sight. "Victor Alexandrov. How you doing? He didn't hurt you, did he? Sometimes Edmund doesn't know his own strength."

Victor didn't answer, instead occupying himself with kicking out blindly at the other man and trying to get an arm free, but Edmund held him firmly.

"We're not here to hurt you, Vicky. But we will if we have to"

"We're with the bureau," Edmund said.

"Ever heard of us?"

"Just...rumors. Supernatural mob style clean up team that leaves a fucking trail of bodies--"

"Well, you got the first part right," Zane said, grin widening. "In any case, I'd like to be the first to officially congratulate you for landing on our radar. Arson, huh? It suits. You wanna guess why we're here?"

Edmund let out a short, gruff sigh as Victor tried to wrench free again, and tightened his grip.

"I will fucking set you on fire, I swear to god--"

"Relax. We want to offer you a job" Zane said, cutting Victor off before he could finish speaking.

Victor froze, staring up at her. "What?"

"Yeah. The guys that died in those fires? Flagged in our system. Poachers. And the last I checked, the Chinese are still paying top dollar."

"And what makes you think I set those fires? There're plenty of guys they coulda been after." Victor swallowed, but it didn't bring any moisture back to his mouth like he'd hoped.

"We have our ways, Alexandrov," Edmund said, releasing him. "And I don't think we really need to mention you did just threaten to torch us a moment ago as proof."

"The point is, we need someone who's not afraid to do what it takes to get the job done. Extortion, false fronts, murder--I could list things all night. You, you fit that profile. You also seem like a decent kid with a lot of potential," she said, pulling a knife out of her belt. "I'd hate to see it go to waste," Zane continued as she started to clean her fingernails with the knife, watching him over the blade.

"Do I even have a choice?" he asked after a few moments.

"Aye. Always a choice, Vicky. We had the choice to have this nice conversation, make an offer, and the choice to follow procedure when dealing with a non-human who committed a string of felony crimes." She cut a slice into her thumb, her grin widening.

It's worth mentioning the main char is a touch addled in the head. She's lost quite a few marbles.

Edit 1: Also, I can't get the cut to work. Apologies all around--there shouldn't be anything triggering in here though.

Edit 2: Oh, now the cut works.
Tags: comic, false front, short stories, update, writer's block

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