Or just do what I did and ignore him.
So a friend of mine is making a collection of short stories he and some other people have written, and he wanted me to write a sort of action short story for it. I decided to begin it at the Climax (one of those "we'll show you the climax first, then have a flashback, then the climax again, then the ending" kind of things). This is what I have so far:
I think the last paragraph could be worded better, but I have no idea how.Blood. That's all I could smell. Blood. Who's though? Did it belong to the person in front of me? No. He didn't even have a scratch. He was winning. That could only leave one person. Me. Just sitting here, barely able to not pass out after the beating I have just endured. The person standing in front of me just stared at me. He knew the same thing I did. I can't win this. I have lost. He held his sword out, a personal item that he seemed to use as if it was part of his body.
He took one step towards me, I flinched at the thought of what was going to happen in several seconds. He took another step, closing the honestly short gap between us by a pretty serious chunk. I was honestly hoping he would take shorter steps. Maybe that would make my life just a little longer. At this point I thought to myself that I could measure my remaining lifespan in seconds.
He took a third step, halfway there. I tried crawling back, but I slipped in the pool of my blood that was collecting before me. It wouldn't make any difference though, I was against a wall. He had me cornered. I thought cornered creatures were supposed to be able to fight beyond their limit. I felt no such feeling. I felt myself get weaker as the blood drained from my body. Fourth step. I didn't believe in a god. Maybe that was my issue. Maybe this was his or her way of smiting me for disbelief. I started to pray. Fifth step. Please, I know a miracle is out of the question at this point. I know I'm going to die, but please God, if you are going to take away my ability to do so, please protect my friends with your abilities. Let them live their lives without me being there to help them.
Sixth step. His foot was in the pool of my blood. He looked at me and lifted his sword. This was it. He knew it, I knew it. This is what it had come to. I had thought that I was strong enough to do anything. Damn, this must be the world's way of teaching those who think they are invincible a lesson. I felt like the Titanic, and this man in front of me was the iceberg that decided to sink me.
Wow, what am I thinking. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about. I probably sound like some crazy person babbling on about some imaginary event. Maybe it would be best if I started at the beginning. Back to May 3rd...
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