It seems the powers that be are working against me to prevent my writing. I’ve dealt with some personal issues this past week and am now stuck sitting at home for a few more weeks because of it. Yesterday, though, I kicked myself into gear. If I’m going to be home, I should be somewhat productive, at the very least.
1,019 words written yesterday and my goal is to finish chapter six today!
Speaking of which, I interrupted my writing to give you all an update here, so I’d better get back to work. But, since I’m getting back in the swing of things, I’ll share a snippet from chapter six with you before I go!
Disclaimer: This snippet is from the first draft and therefore hasn’t undergone much editing yet.
Something shattered outside this forsaken room where Kaine kept me locked away. My temporary guard stopped pacing and clenched his hands into fists, glowering at the door. It went oddly still on the other side of the door, save the distant shouts somewhere else in the hideout.
“Who are these people?”
I heard the guard’s soft murmur and suppressed my smirk. “The bringers of your death,” I told him, offering a polite smile.
The thief threw a quick glance over his shoulder. “What’re you talking about?”
With a crash, the locked door flew open, slamming against the wall beside it and cutting off any response I may have given. Georg barreled into the room and aimed a punch at the guard. The man sidestepped, threw his own fist, and rammed his balled hand into Georg’s left side.
Barely flinching from the contact, Georg moved in rather than back. He stepped forward, grabbed the guard by his throat, and tossed him to the left like a doll. Kaine’s follower gasped when he collided with the wall, falling to the floor, then barely had time to roll onto his back before Georg’s foot slammed into the side of his head.
When Georg stepped away from his opponent, the man wasn’t moving.
Well, I thought he’d last longer than that, at least. I shook my head.
Georg turned, finally facing me, and raised an eyebrow as he took in my current situation. Wrists shackled to the wall above my head, ankles shackled in turn, making it impossible for me to move. His lips curled in mild amusement.
I showed him my fiercest glare. “Don’t say anything.”
The moral of this story? Messing with Georg is definitely not recommended. 😛
How have you all been lately?