'The Fixers: *Insert name here* (notes)' are a collection of short character intros I have written. They are a lead up to an upcoming book called 'The Fixers', this is the project has delayed POTL by 4 months. I am now working on both of these and hope to get them both finished by the end of the year.
Enjoy
Donovan Chance: Lifestyle
Donovan lay there on his bed with one eye open, desperately clinging onto the soothing blanket known as sleep. He didn’t resent his 07:30 alarm, in fact he loved it and it added order to his very hectic life, but sometimes one has to appreciate sleep while it lasts. Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm screamed, as it dragged Donovan out of the mists of lucidity and into the real world. “Well you either get busy living or you get busy dying…” Donovan yawned to himself.
Donovan waded through a sea of Batman and Punisher comics before arriving at his window and pulled the curtains back, the sudden shift in brightness almost burnt out his retinas. He didn’t even blink; it was his own personal “Test of Strength”. He opened his window allowing the cool summer breeze to enter, massaging his tired skin. Now all the clichéd activities were out of the way Donovan could focus on his exercise regime, he had 15 minutes to complete his complete his routine. 5 minutes focused on upper body, 5 minutes focused on lower body and then 5 minutes of cardio. It was quick morning routine, enough to build up a sweat but not enough to fatigue him. Donovan had other hours in the day dedicated to full on exercise, because he believed in keeping himself fit and healthy, he needed to keep himself fit and healthy especially in his career. Staying clean was also essential to Donovan’s lifestyle, he dedicated the last 15 minutes before 8am to showering. This was his favourite part of the day. The feeling of water running over his skin, washing away the stresses of life always made Donovan smile.
After Donovan had towelled himself down and dressed for the day he went downstairs, he was greeted by the smell of grilled cheese. His favourite! Jane always knew to make just the right meal to tickle the senses. Jane was Donovan’s flatmate and best friend; they did everything together and had even dated at one point. However they agreed to just be friends without the benefits but they still looked out for each other. She was like a sister and a mother to Donovan, she was his rock, his foundations, she was the one person in his life he could rely on to always have his back.
Once he had eaten Donovan went into the hallway, his eyes scanned the many frames that covered the walls. Most of them were pictures of him and Jane but there was one that stood out amongst the rest, it was a photo of Donovan’s family centred in a golden frame. He was very young went it was taken maybe 5 or 6 years old but it was a day Donovan remembered vividly, he had been fighting with his older sister, who was 7, over a bag of sweets. Most people wouldn’t remember a day like that; it was a normal event that most siblings endure. However that family photo was special to Donovan, it was his first and last photo taken with his family. His family were killed during a burglary a few days later, after Donovan’s mother wouldn’t give the ringleader the home safe combination; they gunned down in cold blood. All of them! His mother, his sister and his brother! Gone in a flash of black powder! Those events made Donovan the person he is today, a merciless vigilante with a strong craving for blood and vengeance. Donovan polished this photo every day; he would never allow himself to forget who he is and where he came from.
He wiped away a single tear from the corner of his right eye, as he dragged his eyes away from the wall. Donovan walked back up the hallway and yelled up the empty flight of stairs “This is Donovan Chance leaving the house without Jane Austin”, and he opened the door and ran down the driveway to the car. Just as Donovan closed the doors heavy breathing joined him, “You can’t get... rid of me that easily, DC!” Panted Jane. “I know I must try harder next time…” Donovan replied in a playful voice. “Ha! You… know you can’t… outrun me DC!” Jane breathed. “Yeah yeah, you beat me once in a race, 2 years ago, get over yourself Lady Susan! Or better yet get out your inhaler, you sound like you’re dying over there…” Donovan jeered back, as he pulled out the driveway and into the main road. It was nice to have moments like that with Jane; it helped keep the weight off his shoulders because as always it was going to be a long day and an even longer night…
