I once planned out a whole music video for The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance. I then adapted the video (well, i never actually made the video, I'm not that talented...) into a story idea. Which I hope to one day write about. I did write the first three chapters.
It's about assassins/secret agents. That sort of thing. Here's a bit of the first chapter:
A dark alley in London next too a busy street, the passersby blissfully unaware of the very ordinary looking girl standing near the mouth, her face covered by shadows, her back resting against the brick wall of the alley, waiting. Her hands were thrust deep into the pockets of her dark grey coat; black buttons decorated the front, three on each side. She had her hood pulled up over her head of silky brown hair. Eva Landon raised her eyes, the same shade of blue-grey as the stormy sky, watching the people pass, their collars turned up against the chill. Across the street a black car pulled up, the driver impossible to make out through the tinted windows.
Landon left the alley entrance, her heels clip-clopping against the pavement, the road, and finally the pavement again as she reached the other side of the busy street. She made her way up towards the idling black car, the driver a guy of about 17, his eyes the same shade of grey as hers. His hair was carefully gelled into a casual disarray. He rolled down the window and gave Eva a roguish grin, revealing a set of perfect white teeth that winked at her as a stray ray of sun reflected off of them.
"Whatever it is you were doing, is it done?" he asked. His accent was Romanian. Last time Eva had seen him his accent had been Italian, next time it would probably be Australian or Asian knowing him.
"Of course, brother. What on earth do you think I am? A stray cat, struggling to walk because of her broken legs? I believe that was what you once said to me, was it not?" She swung open the backdoor of the car and folded herself graciously into the leather seat, throwing back her hood too reveal her pale skin, her perfect jawline and her blood red lips. She raised her eyebrows at her brother. She removed her coat, displaying a tight fitting shirt, a light grey in colour. She pulled up her skirt a little way too reveal a strap fixing a hand gun too her leg. She slid it out and checked the bullets.
"I did, but that was an inaccurate description considering you looked like a cross between a drowned rat and a stray cat... with broken legs, sister. I withheld on the drowned rat part because I thought it was unnecessarily insulting."
Eva smiled frostily at him in the rear-view mirror, her grey eyes taking on a steely quality. She had had enough of her brother's jibes and constant reminders of that one night two years ago when she had called him too come to her rescue. The reminders that he was better at their profession than she. She had had it with him, his constant ease, that irritatingly gorgeous smile he pulled on any girl that would look at him, (which was every girl that clapped eyes on him). She especially hated him for what he had taken that rightfully belonged to her. He had betrayed her without a second thought and yet she sat here in the back of his car conversing with him like before.
"Just drive, I don't want to be next to the place I'm about to blow up," snapped Eva bitterly, undoing the clasp of her bag so she could pull out her iPhone. "Get going unless you want me to shove you in that building too." She glanced up from putting in her password long enough to see him giving her a condescending smile that made her blood boil with anger.
"All right," he said, rolling up the window and fiddling with the CD player. Music boomed and he finally started to drive, bypassing the speed limit; he was five blocks away within minutes, stopping the car.
"I assume you want a good view?" he asked.
Suddenly a noise the size of a million gunshots erupted, echoing far and wide, the awful rending of metal and stone falling.
"I just infiltrated, successfully planted bombs, walked out the front doors, and most of all I just blew up the Houses of Parliament. Now come on, I have a job in Paris tomorrow and I don't want to miss it. Did you bring some champagne? No? Shame."
For a moment Eva saw her brother's confidence waver. "You just blew up the Houses of Parliament? You've come a long way from being that poor little bedraggled cat, sister. I must say," he started to drive again, heading for the airport, "I'm impressed. Why did you do it? Was it a boyfriend who broke your heart?"
"No, I wouldn't bother with all that just for a man. No, my reasons are for me to know, so keep your nose out."
I wrote that awhile ago and it's not supposed to be super realistic, but whatever... I like it. Eva is the sort of Mentor to the main characters. And her brother is sorta like Damn Salvatore.
I apologise for the long chapter.
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