Mitch has been an asshole right from the beginning. His language is profane–more so than anyone else in this story–his attitude is negative, and his tendencies are downright psychopathic. And now he got the trio in a car, waving a gun and holding hostage the very drug-boss he was working for.
If only he would have been able to drop off the drugs in time, none of that would have happened. He would have cashed in a pretty sum of money, married Sarah at noon, and be on his way to the perfect honeymoon.
Instead, he has to figure out how to come out of this situation alive. And on top.
This is Mitch’s last scene. And as such should end with a bang. After all, he’s the one that’s holding everyone hostage. Nathan might have a six-shooter stashed away, but as far as Mitch is concerned, he’s in total control.
I feel like I need to give a little explanation as to how he managed to survive the shootout at the motel, and where gang’s leader ended up (since that man went with Mitch to the hotel). And of course, he may have to show up in this scene, as well, hunting down the trio and the man that shot his Lost Boys dead in the parking lot.
I jump over the bed like a stoned action hero that retired long ago, rolling over the hard mattress and falling to the ground on the other side.
Sarah’s eyes follow my stunt in disbelief.
Then the first bullets break the glass and punch through the cheap wood of the door.
Cowering next to the bed, thinking about how I’m supposed to be praying right now, I see between the legs of the bed Sarah fallen to the floor. Can’t see if she got hit by a bullet. Not that I want her to die or anything, but right now, I’d say she’d had it coming. Then she gets up (thank God), swearing up a shit-storm. Outside, more guns are being fired, and more bullets carve their way through the wall and front door. I push myself up to the bed, but duck again quickly as a stray bullet lands in the fabric close to me. Lucky one.
As it happened before, I have a repeated card (honestly, I’m surprised that didn’t happen more).
Card # 15, Secret Society, was the second card I drew, which is the reason I went deeper into the idea of a group of drug pushing mob-types. Since this scene pulls the narrative back to the current timeline, where the trio is in the crossfire between said mob and the biker gang, it seems the mob itself will play a bigger role in this one.
Considering that the second card is #06, Every Villain Is A Hero, that picture begins to come clear.
Let’s back up a little, though.
Previously, we ended the past timeline with Nathan rescuing his step-sister, and together they crashed car, blending the narrative into the first scene (and current timeline). This scene will also be for Nathan (as seen in the act 2 outline). For a brief moment, he would reflect on saving Sarah, which then left him behind and ran off with the drugs, just to then get shot at in the motel. Chances are that he’ll now leave her behind if he can.
I have titles the scene already “Nathan Switches Sides” which is nice contrast from the previous scene’s title “Nathan Comes Through”, meaning that, together with he cards, there’s a good chance Nathan might join the mob, convinced that they’re the good guys in this situation. That fits into his character, the fact that he wants to make something bigger off himself, as well as it fits with the cards. Read More »
My biggest issue with writing is focus. As in the mental ability to think and stare at a screen, mash words together, make sense of it all. This is especially hard during work days for me, since my day job is construction for the City of Calgary (water works). In the past, writing during my work days was near impossible–I was tired and sore and some such thing. So, usually, I pre-write the posts for the next scene before and schedule them for their respective day. This time, though, my work picked up so much that I didn’t have time pre-write any of this week’s scene.
But all my writing exercises have trained me well. Not only did I manage to write the scene last minute (the night before), but I actually enjoyed writing it despite the fact that I had to force myself to sit down and write (tired and sore and having worked more than a 60-hour week). That is a very good feeling, knowing that I have come so far in my writing ability that I can ignore the fact that I JUST DON’T FUCKING WANT TO, and do it anyway. That’s great.