This isn't my first attempt at a novel, but it's probably my most serious one. I'd love to post the outline but knowing the ending ruins the biggest plot twist in the whole book! This is supposed to be an action/modern fantasy type of thing. It may get a bit political as the story evolves, bear with me. I'm not good at writing good lengthed chapters so if there's a part that needs "more", please tell me about it!
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Prologue - Chapter V Finished
Finished/Near Finished date - January September 2008
The prologue is cut because of some plot changes. *cuts prologue*
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Rain fell up on the frayed streets of the city. Bits of trash swirled and danced about the street corners in the gusting wind, a stand in soul for the desolate roads of the district.. Fragments of it swung about poles and twirled down into alleyways, disappearing in the shadows. Thunder boomed loudly off in the distance, hinting playfully at the coming storm.. Clouds loomed overhead, drifting lazily through the gray, listless sky. Holly could hear the screams of anonymous victims reaching out from unknown alleyways. The faint smell of garbage and decay filled the air. She looked up at the buildings as she walked down the empty street. The facades of the old shops were covered in shadows, the foundations feeble and crumbling. Boards hung loosely off shattered windows. Holly stopped on a street corner and watched as the rain and the sewage dragged an old photograph into the depths of a storm drain. A police car sped down the street after an unknown criminal, its sirens blaring. Holly sighed, gathering her jacket around her as she continued through the deserted section of the old city. Sounds from unknown sources reached her ears and made her jump. She frowned at her self and continued on her way, listening to the faint tap of her shoes against the cracked concrete.
Holly tried to remember the days when the “elemental menace” had not been higher priority. She thought back to when she'd hired three of the gifted citizens onto the tactical squad. It was only two years later that the president of the Divix Security Department had classified the elementals as “highly dangerous and a threat to society.” Holly found herself filing paperwork to keep her own team members from being dragged off to testing facilities at the Divix containment center. The city had plunged into chaos long since, crime going unchecked unless the tactical squad was called in to take care of things that might otherwise hinder security's “top priority” efforts. Another patrol car sped by Holly, as if mocking her thoughts of the much brighter past. She felt the wind grow as she neared the top of the street that lead towards the tactical building. Approaching the bend, she could see the building in the distance.
The SinCon office loomed over the horizon, a gleaming white monument in a gray, run- down district. A dense fog rolled out in front of it, clouding the view of the grounds before the building. To Holly, it looked like a white tower of hope shining through the mists in the lands of the dead. She could hear the moaning of the dredged, and the soft shuffling of feet. Descending into the fog below, she was overcome with the sounds of the people, raining down blows on the security building. She heard the heavy thump of fists on brick, and the cries of frustration and pain that came afterwards. She felt lonely and afraid, wandering through the vast parking lot. A sense of unease build up in her chest as she tried to make her way through a dense patch of fog. Emerging, she let out a small gasp as waves of people came into view.
They moved like zombies about the hallowed grounds of the parking lot, the masses of the pained stumbling over each other. They attacked the building as if sieging a fortress, their dirt ridden hands leaving dark marks on the whitewash. Holly brought her hand to her mouth, a scream of terror growing from inside her. Her eyes rolled over the scene before her, watching as desperate people tripped and fought each other and then turned to the building; the damned of the city begging for salvation at the pearly gates. Holly closed her eyes, inhaling sharply; the smell of decay and disease filled her lungs. She eased around the masses, aiming to get to the building as quickly as her legs would carry her. She was nearly at the door when her foot caught on an unknown object, and she tumbled to the ground.
A hand found her arm and gripped on tightly. Holly screamed from pain and opened her eyes wide to see a woman in her later years glaring at her. The woman smiled wickedly, bearing rotten, yellow teeth that matched the diseased look of her greasy skin. Her frame was frail and emaciated, and she seemed to grip Holly with what little mortal strength she had left. Holly was too terrified to cry out. She frantically attempted to tear her arm away from the woman's grasp, but was unable to shake herself free.
“You've let them descend upon us, the demons of hell! Where is the hope for the people when its officers forsake its citizens? Where were you when the city plunged into darkness, when the people needed you! You are the scourge that plagues the city! I will kill you!”
Holly shrieked. She leaped up from the ground and flung herself forward, rushing towards the building. She was brought down again, arms reaching out to restrain her. She felt a wave of nausea pass over her as a warm, sticky substance stained her shirt. Looking around her, she found a man shrieking in pain from a flowing wound, his entire body too pale for any person. Holly dragged herself up and threw herself towards the door again, refusing to stop until she felt the cool mirrored glass against her skin. Her hands searched frantically for the keypad, punching in her code. The door gave way before her, and she felt a cool rush of air as she fell into the reception area. The door closed quickly with a whoosh, and the screaming disappeared.
Holly collapsed onto the floor. She turned to look back at the mirrored doors and found her own, pale reflection staring back at her. She could no longer hear the pounding of the people behind the mirrored door; nor could she smell the scent of squalor and abandonment that lingered just beyond the door. Her world was one of cleanliness and safety now. A world separated from the outside by a thick piece of metal and a sheet of glass. She lifted her head up to the reception desk to see the worried attendant staring down at her.
“Tough day, Miss?”
“Go to hell, Dolores.”
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