Writing Prompts

Prompt #1) I Was Hired To

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Ada shouted at him, standing behind a couch.

"I was hired to!" Scott admitted, pointing a gun at her.

"So our friendship? It means nothing to you?" Ada tried to weep. "Was it all a lie?"

"Yes, yes it was." He cocked his gun. "Sorry, not sorry."

Ada waved her hands before Scott, as if they could stop him from shooting her.

"Wait!" Ada wails. "At least... at least tell me who hired you."

With the gun still aimed at her head, Scott hesitated to pull the trigger. He took in every aspect of her, every memory they've shared together for the past two weeks.

Ada wasn't a terrible person. She didn't seem to do anything bad, except have a perverted mind or an obsession with romance novels, which could be considered normal for most people.

Scott sighed, but never dropped his gun.

"It was your parents."

Scott was expecting her to gasp, or to cry in bewilderment- anything drastic or dramatic.

But, no, she didn't even move a muscle. She didn't seem shaken or astonished to hear the truth.

This caused him to lower his aim a bit.

"Why... why aren't you surprised?" He asked.

Ada's hands slipped to her sides, her eyes tracing the red carpet.

"I always knew my parents hated me." She glanced back up from staring at the floor to meet his brown eyes. He saw her hazel eyes gloss over a bit from behind her wide-framed glasses. "What did they pay you?"

"It, it wasn't for me," Scott stuttered. "My kid sister... she's dying. They promised to save her life if I did this."

"So it is my life versus hers," Ada said as more of a fact, tracing her finger along the back of the couch.

"She's only nine. She hasn't lived a life yet-"

"Oh, and I have?" Ada sassed. "I'm only thirteen years older than her. I'm not married, for obvious reasons; I don't have a degree or a solid career yet or a child or... anything!" Ada retorted. "Apparently, I don't even have a family."

"You do-"

"One that loves me."

Scott still held his gun, aiming at Ada's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ada," Scott confessed. "But I have to save my sister."

"I'm sorry, too." Ada's face began to redden. "To think I actually started to like you a bit."

Scott took a deep breath and raised his gun.

He pulled the trigger.