(Rewriting Scenes) Flash Fiction: Snow

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by CarmenSandiegoRed

by CarmenSandiegoRed

So I decided to attempt writing a flash fiction about S2 E8, The Stockholm Syndrome Caper.

So this post will be like 300 words tops, so it'll be shorter than my usual long essays.

CARMEN'S POV

If there is one thing I can see now, it's snow. Mounds and mounds and mounds of snow, snow on the trees, snow falling from the dark sky. Snow everywhere.

There's barely anything to insulate myself: a thin jacket and a thinner strip of my broken hang glider. I should have brought more.

Then there's the ACME pen that I swear not to use. If I do, Chief will find me and capture and use me for ACME to hunt V.I.L.E down. And I just don't trust Chief. Not one bit.

I realise I'm uttering something about the lady, "Chief, huh? Well, you left me with some really fun choices. Ping you on your pen so you can send your suits to haul me in or stay stuck in this hole. Either way, V.I.L.E wins." In a normal circumstance, I would have fought my way to take down V.I.L.E, but now I simply just gave in. It was so cold, and I barely had any more strength to put up a fight.

Time seems to pass by slowly, mere seconds inching by like hours. Hours I probably didn't have if I wanted to stay alive and get out of this icy, cold ravine that apparently seems to be swallowing me bit by bit.

Ten minutes pass, and I can't take it anymore. I pull out the pen, switching it on, watching it glow all blue, and giving it the best toss I can as Chief's body in the form of light pops out, "Carmen Sandiego, I presume," I hate how arrogant her voice sounds compared to my weak one, "You must be Chief."

The lights seems to dim and brighten every interval, "Ah, good, reception's a bit... snowy. I want to apologise; ACME may have been a tad... overeager,"

"Understatement."