Writing Exercises

Scarf

Hey guys! This is the completed work for one of the stories that I started on Day 11 of my March Writing Prompts. I made an entire world around my assassin character and wanted to explore it a bit more, so here we go! A bit more intro to that entry. The prompt is below.

Prompt: Pick up the object on your right and imagine that it is a futuristic weapon. Write about a battle using only this weapon.

Scarf

I want to tell you a little story about what happened to be a few months ago. I'm going to put this in code just so that if someone finds this, my friends don't get in trouble.

It's amazing how society has changed. How the groups, the packs of people rose to power with lies sweet as honey falling from their tongues. 'We promise peace.' they lied. 'We promise to let society flourish.'

And flourish it did. For all of two minutes. A few seconds later let to quarrel, argument, and finally war.

Fight after stupid fight, the leaders pulled on their power, trying time and time again to show the bigger gun, so to speak. And we, the tiny people, we were dragged into it too. Battle after battle of innocent blood raining down on the concrete. Now today I fight too, standing on the red stained streets of the city.

I'm a voluntary member of the team. It's actually quite a rare thing, someone volunteering for the fight. Drafts are in common these days, and it's the only way to get most of the population to fight. I however, have something to prove. More on that later, I think. I'm telling a different tale now.

My team and I, we specialize in stealth and silence. We're called... assassins, for lack of a better word. In and out murder is what we do, and I've trained under the best for this day. Tonight, we get the leader of an important organization. I've got a personal reason to hit him- he's one of the jackasses that made the public decision to execute my sister.

We started by sneaking into the actual facility. That was the easiest part. On that night, the opposing party, we'll call them the Harbringers for now, they were having a masquerade party. Haven't they seen the movies? I don't care- the cliche is what will bring their downfall. Anyway, we snuck in the easiest way- in plain sight. My partner Adrian and I posed as a couple. We...coerced the original guests into giving us their tickets, and even a vial of blood for the verification. These people are careful, but never careful enough, it seems.

We walked in arm and arm, ready to mingle. My large, elaborate, black feathered mask matched well with my floor length black ballgown. A thick, puffy, black scarf covered my bare shoulders and wrapped around my neck.

On Adrian's arm, I flourished and postured, pretending to be just another one of the guests. High pitched giggles and throaty chuckles at the appropriate moments disguised my contempt for the people around me, but it did little to make me feel better. To the public, however, I was another airhead trophy. In the long run that was all that was needed.

Now Adrian and I stood on the dance floor, encircled in a loving embrace. As the music started, he placed one hand on my lower back and another on my shoulder, pulling me close to him. We swayed gently as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I just saw his woman leave. Why don't you go put on the charm?" Adrian suggested. His heavy, soothing voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine even as I stepped away with a small nod.

Adrian was right. The flighty blonde that had been on our targets arm was nowhere to be seen. As I peered around, I saw other people noticing his missing companion, and I realized that this could not wait. Someone else might try to swipe him as their own. With small but sure strides, I made my way to his side. A small smile was all it took to gain his attention.