~the anger cont'd
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Isolde stretched, she had been studying all the evidence for the past few hours and almost nothing pointed to it as being Jack and it was becoming more and more confusing. She upt some music on and let it wash through her, the music made everything seem better.
A sound alerted her that she wasn’t alone anymore. A list o possibilities as to who it is ran through her head. She pretended to be ignorant but kept looking out the corner of her eye, looking at the area the sound had come from.
After several minutes of nothing, Isolde was almost tempted to give up and relax back and laugh at her jumpiness. Relaxing back in the seat, she pretended to be completely relaxed but continued to look. A glimpse of something black moving confirmed her suspicions.
There was someone there and they were hunting her. Closing her eyes and straining out her hearing over the music till she blocked out all plain sounds, she head a faint scuffling coming from the door.
Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen area and made herself some tea in the hopes of tuning her hearing up a notch. Hearing the click of a gun, she ducked and pulled out her own. Whoever it was, instantly bashed the door open and was gone instantly.
She stood that way for two minutes almost expecting the attacker to come back. The front door opened and a surprised Sven looked at the end of a gun.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, fear and confusion all over his face and in his voice.
“Nothing,” said Isolde, shaking her head and putting the gun away.
“Really?” asked Sven, doubt radiated off of him.
“Someone shot at me. That’s all,” said Isolde.
Sven instantly looked worried. “What happened?” he asked, looking around as though he expected the attacker to still be in the room.
Isolde shrugged and went towards the bullet. It had lodged itself into the wall and wood take a lot of teasing to get back out again.
“Well?” asked Sven, wanting information.
“What?” asked Isolde, trying ot take the bullet out.
“Did you see who it was?” asked Sven, exhasperated.
Isolde shook her head and almost fell over as the bullet came out with a pop. Inspecting the bullet and finding nothing interesting with it, she turned around to ask Sven to get a bag when he shoved a bag in her face.
Sighing, she dropped the bullet in. Before she could speak, Sven spoke again.
“Take it to the lab right?” he said and left with the bag.
Shaking her head to clear it of muddled thoughts, she sat down and went back to studying the reports for something she might have managed to miss.
Isolde stretched, she had been studying all the evidence for the past few hours and almost nothing pointed to it as being Jack and it was becoming more and more confusing. She upt some music on and let it wash through her, the music made everything seem better.
A sound alerted her that she wasn’t alone anymore. A list o possibilities as to who it is ran through her head. She pretended to be ignorant but kept looking out the corner of her eye, looking at the area the sound had come from.
After several minutes of nothing, Isolde was almost tempted to give up and relax back and laugh at her jumpiness. Relaxing back in the seat, she pretended to be completely relaxed but continued to look. A glimpse of something black moving confirmed her suspicions.
There was someone there and they were hunting her. Closing her eyes and straining out her hearing over the music till she blocked out all plain sounds, she head a faint scuffling coming from the door.
Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen area and made herself some tea in the hopes of tuning her hearing up a notch. Hearing the click of a gun, she ducked and pulled out her own. Whoever it was, instantly bashed the door open and was gone instantly.
She stood that way for two minutes almost expecting the attacker to come back. The front door opened and a surprised Sven looked at the end of a gun.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, fear and confusion all over his face and in his voice.
“Nothing,” said Isolde, shaking her head and putting the gun away.
“Really?” asked Sven, doubt radiated off of him.
“Someone shot at me. That’s all,” said Isolde.
Sven instantly looked worried. “What happened?” he asked, looking around as though he expected the attacker to still be in the room.
Isolde shrugged and went towards the bullet. It had lodged itself into the wall and wood take a lot of teasing to get back out again.
“Well?” asked Sven, wanting information.
“What?” asked Isolde, trying ot take the bullet out.
“Did you see who it was?” asked Sven, exhasperated.
Isolde shook her head and almost fell over as the bullet came out with a pop. Inspecting the bullet and finding nothing interesting with it, she turned around to ask Sven to get a bag when he shoved a bag in her face.
Sighing, she dropped the bullet in. Before she could speak, Sven spoke again.
“Take it to the lab right?” he said and left with the bag.
Shaking her head to clear it of muddled thoughts, she sat down and went back to studying the reports for something she might have managed to miss.
1 comment:
Not bad at all. I think that at the end of your story, you could easily go back and build up more of the environment and character development to provide the reader more visuals and emotions to traverse through.
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