Found an intro to a story I started back in my early years of high school. Thought I would share. Also, for the record. I have not revised this since then so I am aware of grammar and spelling errors.
Time was passing slowly in the little milk bar. Luc found himself sitting there as the night grew long, the once empty bar was now bustling with activity. Activity from all kinds of people; people upset with their lives, people having a good time, people with nothing better to do, and lastly people waiting for people.
Passing the time, Luc was reminiscing about the good old days. He truely missed them, and would like nothing more then to take command of a ship once again. Back then he didn't take other people's orders, he gave the orders. What he wouldn't give to do it again, even if he had to take orders from somebody.
"Would you like to dance?" asked a young lady. Luc was so lost in a train of thought that he did not even notice the young lady walk up to him. To be honest, Luc didn't want to dance... even if it was with someone that was semi-attractive. "I am kind of busy, now would you kindly... bugger off!" hissed Luc in sarcastic tone. The girl, offended, walked away. 'Thank you' Luc thought to himself. Now he can get back to business... waiting.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young lady, that had asked him to dance, talking to a fairly large guy on the other side of the room. The two of them, perfectly synchronized, glared at Luc who in turn smiled back. The man looked back at the lady; nodding he made his way across the room to where Luc was awaiting his arrival.
The man was standing, looking down at Luc; who peered up and took a sip of his milk. "Can I help you?" inquired Luc. The man grinned and grabbed Luc's milk and began to crush the glass. "I was kind of drinking that" Luc stated obviously. The man wasn't listening. Within moments the glass shattered and...
Found an intro to a story I started back in my early years of high school. Thought I would share. Also, for the record. I have not revised this since then so I am aware of grammar and spelling errors.
Time was passing slowly in the little milk bar. Luc found himself sitting there as the night grew long, the once empty bar was now bustling with activity. Activity from all kinds of people; people upset with their lives, people having a good time, people with nothing better to do, and lastly people waiting for people.
Passing the time, Luc was reminiscing about the good old days. He truely missed them, and would like nothing more then to take command of a ship once again. Back then he didn't take other people's orders, he gave the orders. What he wouldn't give to do it again, even if he had to take orders from somebody.
"Would you like to dance?" asked a young lady. Luc was so lost in a train of thought that he did not even notice the young lady walk up to him. To be honest, Luc didn't want to dance... even if it was with someone that was semi-attractive. "I am kind of busy, now would you kindly... bugger off!" hissed Luc in sarcastic tone. The girl, offended, walked away. 'Thank you' Luc thought to himself. Now he can get back to business... waiting.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young lady, that had asked him to dance, talking to a fairly large guy on the other side of the room. The two of them, perfectly synchronized, glared at Luc who in turn smiled back. The man looked back at the lady; nodding he made his way across the room to where Luc was awaiting his arrival.
The man was standing, looking down at Luc; who peered up and took a sip of his milk. "Can I help you?" inquired Luc. The man grinned and grabbed Luc's milk and began to crush the glass. "I was kind of drinking that" Luc stated obviously. The man wasn't listening. Within moments the glass shattered and the remaining milk found its way to the grimy floor. "Bartender, could I get another milk?" demanded Luc. "Some easily seduced meat head smashed my glass and I don't expect to pay for it." he continued. "Imma gonna break you fo' hurtin' my daughter's feelins" Growled the man. "Oh you were getting seduced by your daughter, this night just keeps getting better and better." howled Luc expecting to hear laughter from the other customers. But to his surprise, all was quiet and everybody was listening in.
It all happened in a flash, Luc was on the floor and winded from a sharp blow to his gut. Thoughts of falling unconcious and being beaten to death fluttered through his head. 'No, I can't die here' Luc thought to himself as he fought to get air and regain his conciousness. It worked! Luc had regained his head in time to see a size 13 boot falling towards his stomach again. With quick jerk of his body Luc managed to roll, glancing the blow off of his side. This was his chance, the man was caught off gaurd by Luc's recovery. With a swift sweep Luc kicked the guy's legs out from under him, and tumbled back to his feet.
Just when Luc was beginning to figure the odds were on his side, the man drew a gun and aimed it at Luc's face. "You jus' tripped the wrong guy" said the man with an evil snarl. It was quick, the man pulled the trigger and Luc was gone. He dove towards the window, shattering it with his shoulder and rolling onto the cold ground outside the bar. There were no hesitations, Luc knew what he had to do seeing as he was unarmed; he ran. Ran until he was sure he was not being followed.
Either chance or fortune smiled upon Luc. The bullet grazed his ear and left him shaken, but he was alive. His knees went weak from under him. The gravel tore through his jeans and into his skin. He felt a slow, warm drip on his shoulder. The hospitals would ask questions. They'd call the police, and they'd ask more questions. Luc stumbled behind the dumpster. He needed time to think, time to gather his wits.
Time was passing slowly in the little milk bar. Luc found himself sitting there as the night grew long, the once empty bar was now bustling with activity. Activity from all kinds of people; people upset with their lives, people having a good time, people with nothing better to do, and lastly people waiting for people.
Passing the time, Luc was reminiscing about the good old days. He truely missed them, and would like nothing more then to take command of a ship once again. Back then he didn't take other people's orders, he gave the orders. What he wouldn't give to do it again, even if he had to take orders from somebody.
"Would you like to dance?" asked a young lady. Luc was so lost in a train of thought that he did not even notice the young lady walk up to him. To be honest, Luc didn't want to dance... even if it was with someone that was semi-attractive. "I am kind of busy, now would you kindly... bugger off!" hissed Luc in sarcastic tone. The girl, offended, walked away. 'Thank you' Luc thought to himself. Now he can get back to business... waiting.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young lady, that had asked him to dance, talking to a fairly large guy on the other side of the room. The two of them, perfectly synchronized, glared at Luc who in turn smiled back. The man looked back at the lady; nodding he made his way across the room to where Luc was awaiting his arrival.
The man was standing, looking down at Luc; who peered up and took a sip of his milk. "Can I help you?" inquired Luc. The man grinned and grabbed Luc's milk and began to crush the glass. "I was kind of drinking that" Luc stated obviously. The man wasn't listening. Within moments the glass shattered and...