I'm finally done with my Nanowrimo, and I'll make the doc public soon :D
Nanowrimo was a crazy adventure of feels (WHY JESSE WHY MUST YOU DIE ) and insanity (MUST GET 1000 WORDS BEFORE THE END OF FREE PERIOD/TA) but it's finally done. The main character, Kathica, turned into a bit of a jerk, but I didn't mind writing that part. She annoyed me from the beginning.
Sorry for not posting. I was busy being bored.
And I was so bored that I wrote this. Yay! What even is the ending.
"He
never thought the day would come, the day that they finally hold him
down," Kylin whispered to herself, holding back her tears as she stared
longingly out the window. "He always assumed he was stronger, that he was
invincible. That no one could take him down that easily. And I wish he hadn't
been so wrong." She had her back to me, but the grief in her voice was
obvious. She thought I was dead.
She
turned her head and finally noticed me lying there on her rock-hard bed,
vulnerable, my formerly strong right arm just a stump. "Ledger!" She
attempted a grin, but her normally pliant features couldn't manage it. Even
more tears streamed down her pale and freckled cheeks. "I thought they
killed you. It's no use resisting such a great power, the one that rules this
world. You're never going to take over, Ledge, so don't go around scaring your
poor little sister."
"They're
doing so many things wrong. If I was in charge of things around here, it would
be a much better place. Why do they always put the idiots and addlepates at the
top?” I probably sounded like a whiny brat, but I hated the way politics worked
around here. It was probably because I was now a wanted criminal, charged with
minorly injuring a government official. The guy had chopped off my arm, and all
I did was trip him, but the stupid law-enforcers treated it like some sort of
major crime. "Besides, without my arm, I might as well be dead already.
Seriously, Ky, what can I do with only one arm?"
Ky
wiped tear after glimmering tear off her face, and her attempt at a smile was
much closer this time. It had probably been a while since she had last felt
this joyous. "Well, you can run and walk, but you're probably not going to
be able to fight as well anymore. Which is actually a good thing. But being the
sympathetic sister I am, I'll try and help you, Ledge. You know I'm good with
carving things. Should I make you a hook or something? It's the best I can do
with the technology avaliable to me."
What
would I do with a hook? A claw might be fine for grabbing things, but a hook?!
Besides, Ky wasn't actually that good at woodworking, as her failed attempt at
a bookshelf had collapsed on me and nearly given me a concussion. But that was
when she was just a kid, trying new things. Those days were over.
"I'll
manage somehow. I'll still fight, because you were wrong. I am stronger than
them, even if they just see me as a petty revolutionary. I will take them down,
with just this one arm!" I meant it. I was determined to crush them, to
teach those idiots and addlepates about a government of the people and for the
people. I was tired of not having a say in foreign policy, of being forced to
pay outrageously high taxes (which led to me having to share a house with my
younger sister), of not being able to do anything for anyone without people
assuming that I was starting a revolution. But Kylin didn't seem to mind any of
this.
"Come
with me, Ky. That way I can set you up with a government post. Haven't you
always wanted to be in charge of the world?" I regretted saying that to my
go-with-the-flow sister, so I decided to add another argument. "Besides,
if I die, you'll be there to perform my last rites." Glad that I was
finally being humble, Ky agreed.
We
had to walk all the way to the capital on foot, being dirt-poor as we were. I
had a wooden sword in my hook, one that Ky reluctantly modified so it would fit.
In my other hand I carried a shield made of the strongest scrap metal I could
dig up. Ky strode behind me, genuinely afraid.
"Ledger
Blackthorne! Seize him! Dead or alive, but preferrably dead!" shouted a
burly officer, hatred gleaming in his amber eyes. A bullet whizzed through the
air, coming straight at my face. I dodged it easily. Kylin, in her small
aqua-green dress, wasn't as quick. The perfectly round ball of gunpowder hit
her in the face and she fell back onto the dirt. My sister, the one person I
actually knew how to love, was gone forever.
"What
is this insanity?" I yelled, bursting with anger and hatred and
revolutionary fervor. "I just happen to trip an official and you charge me
for it, but you kill my sister and go on with your lives?! This is why we need
a change, you corrupted pigs!" Another bullet whizzed through the air,
this time from further away. I dodged it again. A crowd was beginning to
assemble, cheering me on out of sympathy for my loss. Finally, people agreed
with me. And they also were armed.
My
crowd of supporters began to pull out guns and bows and arrows and swords,
killing off all but one of the officials. And that one official shot a bullet
which went straight through my heart. I was so close to ruling the world, but I
died because of my foolishness, my false sense of supremacy, my pride. And here
I am, dear listener, telling you this story from the realm of ghosts.
