[Contest Entry 2011] Future, Dream, Gift
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Future, Dream, Gift
I standing on a balcony of what appears to be my apartment. Winter, cold day of December, my breath white but I seem to not give in to that, drinking what appears to be whiskey good one , strong. In background there is a song I very much like old, it’s perfect with this whiskey. I am gazing endlessly in town, that does not rest . It’s late around 3 am. It’s me but I don’t like it. It’s me grown old like in my late 20’s it like dream I hit myself. And then I realize I have memories of myself like I just woke up form a dream I been dreaming for 8 years. More or less.
I see my arm in tattoos , I look to my right arm, same thing. I remember I have been to prison for 6 years. What is the reason for that? I ask myself . Ah yes……. I hit my coworker and friend till he was half dead. He stole my presentation on the question of Cyber Implant that activates you nervous system to respond in matter of milliseconds. Ah …. The biggest mistake in my life. I got form prison with more knowledge then when I came in. I studied every guns and rifles there are, so did Japanese swords (Katanas), I learned wushu that is kung fu. I had some money deposited before I gonne to prison, so when I get out I had something to start with. Prison also made me into man I never imagend to become. I thought I will always be good guy, and always helpful, that changed. I was now restless , dark, heartless man now, with much regret in my heart but not showing it. My job now was even worse, I was …. am an assassin.
Recollecting the hit I did in September . Man in his 50’s big head of some big corporation, I got paid big time, easy kill, bullet to head from a mile away. With today’s rifles it’s easy, and smart bullets. I split his head like watermelon , blood everywhere, packed my rifle and left. Never given it much though till now. I lean my back to the fence and look up to sky. Thinking and drinking my whisky.
Snow starts to falling slowly. I gaze in, and say to myself: “ White, pure, untainted that’s snow, until it falls on a ground”. I snap out of my thought and enter my apartment and close door. There is dining table and kitchen, and left is living room. There is laptop on my table , I put my empty glass beside it, open my laptop and turn it on. Filling the glass with more liquor, sitting in the chair and putting my legs on the another chair, a habit form when I was younger. I open search engine but I don’t know what to type . I think. Should I take some job offer , a new hit, form Red Code site. Every assassin takes hits form there, you have to at lest have computer that’s have level four encryption, application that allows you to decrypt what site have and fine of 50 thousand dollars. I don’t want a job for now. I stare at wall that’s in front of me. Boom, it hits me like a thunder.
I remember in past there was this site I visited when I wanted to fap. I was laughing like crazy. I said to myself : “I hope it still exist after so much time”. I type in Fakku, click Search, and it pops Fakku. I click to enter . I see : that big red letters and that headline that says Fakku! , All About Hentai. I thought to myself still same punchline as 8 years ago. Because it was Christmas and there was this picture form some anime I didn’t know of and that says Merry Christmas and Fap like it’s the end of year. I was looking at it nostalgically and remembering good old times. Looking at some newest artwork made me aroused, got up and closed it while I can. My bottle was empty . Took a jacket and money to buy more.
Outside was cold, snow already covered ground around 3 inches. I was leaving steps in snow while walking with hands in my pockets. I was thinking. This guy comes form behind my back and strikes me in the head with something hard. I fell unconscious. I wake up after 3 minutes, I was in an some small street, with dead end. My vision blurry, and some guy waving with a gun in my face. I stood up and said: “Kid, what the fuck was that?”. He looked like he was on drugs, blabbing something to himself, and I was in no condition to fight him, I had concussion and was enough intoxicated to take down a cow.
Then he said something : “You were a guy who killed my father”. I was looking at him with and still wasn’t sure what that kid is saying. Then he said: “I cracked encryption on your computer, it took me 2 and half moths to crack it”. It was clear to me that this kid had hacked my computer , but I still wasn’t clear of who was his father. He then spoke: “It’s your last hit, my father”. It was everything I needed to know. He told me this then : “He was great father, you will die, like he did you son of a bitch”. I tried to do something about this kid : “”Kid don’t waste your life, give me the gun, this is not the solution to your problem, I know listen to me”. He said : “Fuck you, I am going to kill you”. I leaped for gun, but in that moment I forgot my arms were already freezing . I thought to myself at that exact moment : “Damn”. We struggled for the gun. In that small street I heard two shots fired and one after some time. I fell on the ground 3 bullets in my chest, blood everywhere. I was laying in show covered in red looking at sky, while snow was falling on my face. I was looking back on my life , mistakes I made, and regrets about my life. Paramedics arrived fast, so did the police. I was breathing my last breath. I closed my eyes.
After some time I started to wake up what appeared to me to be a hospital. I was young again, no tattoos on my arms. Weird thing. There was this tall older man, just shaved, long grey hair, holding his hand on my chest, dressed all in black: his coat, suit, tie and his leather glows, except his white shirt. He was standing on my right side. I looked him in the face he was smiling as he was so happy about something, I never saw smile so sweet. Tapped me on my chest then he spoke : “A glimpse of possibility” . While dragging his hand across my right hand he said : “A gift”. He was then walking away going for the door, I could hear his shoes, he stopped to say just one more thing : “Ah, sorry……Merry Christmas” . Nurse then entered my room and called doctor. Doctor then explained me I had an accident while coming form a Christmas party. I was lucky I survived I had 5 broken ribs, broke my left arm, and had concussion. When I asked who was man in black they said : “What man in black?? There weren’t man in black here”, when I asked nurse did she saw him when entering room she said : ”There wasn’t anyone coming form you room, you were maybe dreaming ”.
The End
I standing on a balcony of what appears to be my apartment. Winter, cold day of December, my breath white but I seem to not give in to that, drinking what appears to be whiskey good one , strong. In background there is a song I very much like old, it’s perfect with this whiskey. I am gazing endlessly in town, that does not rest . It’s late around 3 am. It’s me but I don’t like it. It’s me grown old like in my late 20’s it like dream I hit myself. And then I realize I have memories of myself like I just woke up form a dream I been dreaming for 8 years. More or less.
I see my arm in tattoos , I look to my right arm, same thing. I remember I have been to prison for 6 years. What is the reason for that? I ask myself . Ah yes……. I hit my coworker and friend till he was half dead. He stole my presentation on the question of Cyber Implant that activates you nervous system to respond in matter of milliseconds. Ah …. The biggest mistake in my life. I got form prison with more knowledge then when I came in. I studied every guns and rifles there are, so did Japanese swords (Katanas), I learned wushu that is kung fu. I had some money deposited before I gonne to prison, so when I get out I had something to start with. Prison also made me into man I never imagend to become. I thought I will always be good guy, and always helpful, that changed. I was now restless , dark, heartless man now, with much regret in my heart but not showing it. My job now was even worse, I was …. am an assassin.
Recollecting the hit I did in September . Man in his 50’s big head of some big corporation, I got paid big time, easy kill, bullet to head from a mile away. With today’s rifles it’s easy, and smart bullets. I split his head like watermelon , blood everywhere, packed my rifle and left. Never given it much though till now. I lean my back to the fence and look up to sky. Thinking and drinking my whisky.
Snow starts to falling slowly. I gaze in, and say to myself: “ White, pure, untainted that’s snow, until it falls on a ground”. I snap out of my thought and enter my apartment and close door. There is dining table and kitchen, and left is living room. There is laptop on my table , I put my empty glass beside it, open my laptop and turn it on. Filling the glass with more liquor, sitting in the chair and putting my legs on the another chair, a habit form when I was younger. I open search engine but I don’t know what to type . I think. Should I take some job offer , a new hit, form Red Code site. Every assassin takes hits form there, you have to at lest have computer that’s have level four encryption, application that allows you to decrypt what site have and fine of 50 thousand dollars. I don’t want a job for now. I stare at wall that’s in front of me. Boom, it hits me like a thunder.
I remember in past there was this site I visited when I wanted to fap. I was laughing like crazy. I said to myself : “I hope it still exist after so much time”. I type in Fakku, click Search, and it pops Fakku. I click to enter . I see : that big red letters and that headline that says Fakku! , All About Hentai. I thought to myself still same punchline as 8 years ago. Because it was Christmas and there was this picture form some anime I didn’t know of and that says Merry Christmas and Fap like it’s the end of year. I was looking at it nostalgically and remembering good old times. Looking at some newest artwork made me aroused, got up and closed it while I can. My bottle was empty . Took a jacket and money to buy more.
Outside was cold, snow already covered ground around 3 inches. I was leaving steps in snow while walking with hands in my pockets. I was thinking. This guy comes form behind my back and strikes me in the head with something hard. I fell unconscious. I wake up after 3 minutes, I was in an some small street, with dead end. My vision blurry, and some guy waving with a gun in my face. I stood up and said: “Kid, what the fuck was that?”. He looked like he was on drugs, blabbing something to himself, and I was in no condition to fight him, I had concussion and was enough intoxicated to take down a cow.
Then he said something : “You were a guy who killed my father”. I was looking at him with and still wasn’t sure what that kid is saying. Then he said: “I cracked encryption on your computer, it took me 2 and half moths to crack it”. It was clear to me that this kid had hacked my computer , but I still wasn’t clear of who was his father. He then spoke: “It’s your last hit, my father”. It was everything I needed to know. He told me this then : “He was great father, you will die, like he did you son of a bitch”. I tried to do something about this kid : “”Kid don’t waste your life, give me the gun, this is not the solution to your problem, I know listen to me”. He said : “Fuck you, I am going to kill you”. I leaped for gun, but in that moment I forgot my arms were already freezing . I thought to myself at that exact moment : “Damn”. We struggled for the gun. In that small street I heard two shots fired and one after some time. I fell on the ground 3 bullets in my chest, blood everywhere. I was laying in show covered in red looking at sky, while snow was falling on my face. I was looking back on my life , mistakes I made, and regrets about my life. Paramedics arrived fast, so did the police. I was breathing my last breath. I closed my eyes.
After some time I started to wake up what appeared to me to be a hospital. I was young again, no tattoos on my arms. Weird thing. There was this tall older man, just shaved, long grey hair, holding his hand on my chest, dressed all in black: his coat, suit, tie and his leather glows, except his white shirt. He was standing on my right side. I looked him in the face he was smiling as he was so happy about something, I never saw smile so sweet. Tapped me on my chest then he spoke : “A glimpse of possibility” . While dragging his hand across my right hand he said : “A gift”. He was then walking away going for the door, I could hear his shoes, he stopped to say just one more thing : “Ah, sorry……Merry Christmas” . Nurse then entered my room and called doctor. Doctor then explained me I had an accident while coming form a Christmas party. I was lucky I survived I had 5 broken ribs, broke my left arm, and had concussion. When I asked who was man in black they said : “What man in black?? There weren’t man in black here”, when I asked nurse did she saw him when entering room she said : ”There wasn’t anyone coming form you room, you were maybe dreaming ”.
The End
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Plot's good and the narrative's pace was much better than mine but... um... it all sounded like a Stereotypical Chinese in my head. Sorry.
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
This could seriously use some major editting. I agree that the plot is fine, but it is overshadowed by a good bit by the fact that there are grammatical errors, and sentence structure mistakes. With a second or third read, I'm sure you could have picked up alot of your own mistakes! Always try to edit your story as much as possible, because while one error may be fine, alot of errors distracts the reader. Though, perhaps english isn't your first langauge? Nonetheless, I have read it, and I wish you good luck.