In Time: The Face Off
This picks up at some point after Dreamcatcher. You last met Roderick here.
“I know you have it. Give it to me or else!” Viola demanded as she entered the antique shop. Her tight-lipped smile looked menacing on her beautiful face. Her hands hovered at her hips, ready to rip her gun from its holster. Her eyes blazed as she took in the scene. The shopkeeper lay dead on the floor beneath Roderick’s feet. Flashes of light sparked from between his fingers.
Roderick laughed. “Or else? Really? You need me more than I need you, so please, tell me, what does this ‘or else’ entail?”
Viola’s smile faded. She fingered the butterfly pendant. The single hand lay dead on the twelve of its clock face, now scarred where the magnet once was. Something gold whipped through the air as more laughter erupted from Roderick’s chest. It landed in a small box of gears sitting on a counter at an equal distance between them. The small clicking from the box assured her it would be easy enough to find since it had attached itself to several other gears with its magnetic appeal.
“I knew you weren’t to be trusted.” Viola stepped to the right, inching closer to the box slowly. Her hand shook slightly. She hoped Roderick hadn’t seen. He was an attack dog when he smelled fear. Disgusted with herself for her fear, she spoke with a bravado she didn’t feel.
“I will have your piece when it’s all over. You know this.”
Metal gleamed under the broad brown fedora. The fleshy side of Roderick’s face held a wicked smile. It was the same smile he’d worn before throwing an innocent bystander to his death on the train tracks. He threw his head back, taking his eyes from Viola for a moment. He knew that she couldn’t hurt him. He knew she still needed him. The time was coming when she wouldn’t, but he’d be that much stronger then. He feared nothing.
“We shall see,” he said before leaping over the counter. His hand dived into the box and he filled his pocket. He looked at her once more before going out the door of the shop. “We shall see.”
With a tip of his hat, he was gone.
We asked you to use a Gandhi quote to inspire you to throw a little conflict at your characters in the name of strong plot development.
It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.
Write a piece, either fiction or non, in which your character gets rid of or finds something at a thrift or antique store. Your challenge is to write the piece in a different genre that what you are used to writing. Happy hunting… or maybe not… (*hint*)
The word count for RWH was 300, and for Story Dam was 600, and this comes in at 366. This is a story that I have been working on, but the whole Steampunk genre is definitely something new for me so qualifies as a different genre from what I usually write (horror and thrillers are my usual cup of tea).
I appreciate any and all feedback. In fact, I need it to become a better writer, so its very important to me. Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.
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(PS. There is a reversed angle to this story from Roderick’s point of view if you click here.)