After 3 months of trying to write a scene in first person but observing the events in a third person style (Can't describe it.) I gave up.
This was the first lines:
Walking down the street with a desert horizon behind his back, was me.
It can't be.
But it was. And in his-- my hand was a bright orange grenade with a green clip. No doubt about it. My eyes were aimed strait at me.
Every sentence after that was pure garbage. I was supposed to describe the scene from an older work in the tone, but I just couldn't do it. Maybe when I get better at writing I'll try it in that style again because I like how it was turning out, I just don't have the ability to write in that style yet.
So I went back to first person, tried leaving more hints to the mystery and here it is:
Chapter 1 – Twelve seconds
I had twelve seconds to save the world.
The thumps in my chest were agonizing. I breathed in only to feel the sharp spike of pain.
Ten seconds.
My hands were trembling as I reached into my grenade pouch and took out to the powerful TW-765 grenade.
Eight seconds.
I admired the device that was about to simultaneously kill me and save billons of lives. It was bright orange, with a green safety pin.
Six seconds.
I unclipped the grenade. This was it. Bright flashes of the past blinded me.
“Mom—don’t do it!”
Both corners of her mouth curled upwards slowly as tears like wax flowed down her cheeks.
“I can't bear such a burden, Felix. I can't...” She had a revolver pressed against her temple.
My face was burning with rage. I couldn’t believe what she was about to do.
I screamed. My Mom. Cowards way out? No chance in hell. My feet slammed on the tiles, leaving cracks.
“I won’t let you do it Mom! I won’t let you!”
She pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The flash shimmered away and in front of me appeared a huge warehouse made of iron. Souls of the dead sent an intimidated chill that warned me I was about to join them.
Five seconds.
I took a deep, yet short breath. This was it. My finest hour. My call of duty. It was time for me to leave my impact on the world.
I am about to die.
After I accepted that fact, I charged through the door to find bullets already slamming into my bullet proof vest. It was ether a miracle by God or my sheer willpower that kept me on my feet. I felt intense burning and realized that the bullet had pierced through it as my heart accelerated and sent a rushing sensation throughout me. Explosive liquid flooded my throat and sent a metallic taste in my mouth. I coughed it up and kept moving, as the rush grew stronger. The whole thing was a suicide mission, launching an attack on the most dangerous organization in the history of mankind as a single man.
Nobody bothered to shoot at me more, they were probably either low on ammunition or hesitant to waste it on a scum like me. I was beginning to think I overestimated them, though. After they shot me they just went on about their business, never thinking that I could be a suicide mission. The moment they knew I was seconds away from death’s door they just looked away. Still, it was too late for regrets. I had to complete my mission.
Four seconds.
A man who appeared to be moving in slow-motion with a smug expression on his face and wearing a ski cap jumped down from the rails to intercept me. His fist shot towards my head in arc. Even though his fist was moving slow, I was in too much pain to do anything but keep running forward. He clobbered me, but I twisted my neck to avoid most of the damage. Despite my efforts, everything in my left eye instantly turned white and I staggered backwards a few feet. Well, I was fighting a grunt from
this organization. The man raised his fist high in a vertical angle, preparing for a chopping right. Smirking, I raised the grenade parallel to his face.
I don’t care what organization you’re in, or how strong you are; if somebody thrusts an unclipped grenade in your face you’re going to panic. I used his hesitation to my advantage and sent my knee crashing into his groin. He fell to his knees with a wail.
Two seconds.
I stepped on his head and pressed downward. I felt myself flying in midair.
I hesitated for a millisecond, but then sensed bullets racing towards my back.
I flung my grenade as hard as I could into the air vault.
An orange mushroom. Heat replaced the amazing rush, and smothered me. I heard cracking, and then all the feelings inside of me went numb. Another flash…
Flowing brown hair. Tan skin. Water and amber eyes. Lips…Lips…? Lips? What? I focused so hard, I could feel a vein popping out of my brain. Lips…a face…ahhh. A girl was kissing me. I was at school. The test…This happened in 4th grade, when--
The image was gone.
The sun was really bright, but the shine was totally gray. A magnificent sight. Wait a second, why was I outside? A woman who looked shockingly similar to the girl in my vision was standing above me with tears in her eyes. Why was she crying? Didn't she see how beautiful the sun looked?
“That’s…odd.” I closed my eyes and smiled.
XXXXXXX
Somehow, I knew. Four tasks had just been assigned to me.
One: Get the girl.
Two: Find A-765’s rival organization.
Three: Recruit others for the cause.
Four: Save the world from total destruction.
I wake screaming. My body bolts upwards, as cold sweat floods down my face. My head throbs so terribly I clutch it.
This is going to be one helluva summer.