Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Inhuman | Chapter 16: Destiny’s Call [old edition]

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NOTE: This is an old version of Inhuman, which is currently undergoing extensive revisions that include a stylistic overhaul and several chapters’ worth of new content. Stay tuned for the final version, due out whenever I finally slay the procrastination demon that’s taken up residence in my brain. (The bastard.) Meanwhile, please note that the following may not be representative of my current writing skills and is kept here primarily for archival purposes.

The final battle begins and the fates of everyone will be determined, for better or for worse.


— CHAPTER SIXTEEN —

Destiny’s Call

‘Hold your fire, don’t shoot! He’s got a detonator!’

‘What? Where? I don’t see anything –’

‘Right there, in his hand!’

‘Detonator to what? Nobody said anything about explosives –’

‘Just hold your damn fire!’

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Inhuman | Chapter 15: Resolutions [old edition]

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NOTE: This is an old version of Inhuman, which is currently undergoing extensive revisions that include a stylistic overhaul and several chapters’ worth of new content. Stay tuned for the final version, due out whenever I finally slay the procrastination demon that’s taken up residence in my brain. (The bastard.) Meanwhile, please note that the following may not be representative of my current writing skills and is kept here primarily for archival purposes.

Sean and Aki must decide where their paths will take them in the end.


— CHAPTER FIFTEEN —

Resolutions

Sean watched the three lights shrinking in the distance against the darkened surface of the planet for a few moments, feeling as though his own life were leaving him along with the pods. He resolutely tore his eyes away from the window and turned around, taking the full weight of the situation into account. Thoughts of Aki and Hartling kept intruding, their horrified faces etched in his mind’s eye and the feeling of the impassioned kiss still very real to him. He shook his head roughly, trying to focus his thoughts on the monumental task at hand.

He was still standing before the three newly vacated pod casings, right in the open with the large open deck stretching out around him. Out of habit, he sought out the nearest shelter and scurried across the deck, aiming for some haphazard stretch of wall underneath a sort of alcove formed by the catwalks above. He flattened against the wall reflexively, aware that he was quite alone on the spacious deck but nonetheless unable to shake the feeling that the place was crawling with unwelcome presences, or the certainty that it soon would be.