This is about my story, Epicenter Zero, It's a novel taken place In city named Fallan. Anyway, my point for bring this up, and publiclly risking my self to the intelligence of the people here, Is I want an opinion about it. from someone who isn't below my intelligence level, or scared of me.
I want an unbiased opinion. Which is what this is for. I'm not well enough known to have any followers, and I'm not paticularly remarkable so no one would be impressed, by my post record, or avatar. So I figure a group of intelligent, honest people, would be good.
So in part I'll be posting a short part of my current 37 pages. about what is in my notebook one ish pages, of college rule paper. And here we go. For reference this is page two, and the story starts En media res. And yes I do use that phrase in conversation, when it applies.
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Nathanial, snuck up behind the man and pulled his knife from his pocket, held it to the mans throat, "Hello Roger. You're going to die tonight." Nathanial pulled the knife away, and struck the man in the back of the skull. He was on the ground, out cold.
Roger was tied up, hands above his head outstretched like a diver. His legs were spread, and from the knees to the ankles, were affixed to the floor with duct tape to the gymnasium floor. The majority of both of his arms were affixed to the floor in the same manor. His chest and head were also affixed to the ground with the same tape. Roger was naked and was laying on a pile of what felt to him like sand.
Roger heard a loud gunshot, it echoed through out the entire gymnasium. Roger thought it was much louder than in the crime shows liek CSI. The duct tape covering his eyes was violently ripped off, revealing a bright white light.
"Youre number Seven." Nathanial said calmly, "Did you know that? you're my second rapist though, only my second. Odd, you thought you could get away with it."
Nathanial took his knife, which he had been mindlessly playing with, and drove it into and through Roger's right foot. He screamed, And Nathanial drove the same knife through the mans left foot. He moved above Roger who was now begging for his life. Nathanial did the same to his hands, and now there was so much blood, Roger must have been anemic.
"Don't you go dying on me now Roger." Nathanial said playfully, "Did you ever wonder what she felt like? Being violated again, and again, and then being murdered? Did you think you would get away with it?"
The rapist layed there, crying, screaming, bleeding. He was scared, he knew now, he was going to die. He felt the knife go into his arms, cutting the tape, the flesh, up his neck, and around to the other side. To Roger it looked haphazard, to Nathanial it was perfect, precise. Roger's blood was mixing with the sandy substance, he lost conciousness.
Nathanial woke him with a quick kick to the head. "Not yet you get to be awake for this."
Nathanial moved from Roger's sight, and he heard a match light in the distence. Roger realised the sandy substance must have been gun powder, he screamed with all his strength. The gunpowder exploded, and Roger felt his flesh burn and he died.
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Not to violent, or gruesome I hope? Also heres to hoping the general public thinks it is good, and that I'm not beaten with the banstick for the content.
I want an unbiased opinion. Which is what this is for. I'm not well enough known to have any followers, and I'm not paticularly remarkable so no one would be impressed, by my post record, or avatar. So I figure a group of intelligent, honest people, would be good.
So in part I'll be posting a short part of my current 37 pages. about what is in my notebook one ish pages, of college rule paper. And here we go. For reference this is page two, and the story starts En media res. And yes I do use that phrase in conversation, when it applies.
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Nathanial, snuck up behind the man and pulled his knife from his pocket, held it to the mans throat, "Hello Roger. You're going to die tonight." Nathanial pulled the knife away, and struck the man in the back of the skull. He was on the ground, out cold.
Roger was tied up, hands above his head outstretched like a diver. His legs were spread, and from the knees to the ankles, were affixed to the floor with duct tape to the gymnasium floor. The majority of both of his arms were affixed to the floor in the same manor. His chest and head were also affixed to the ground with the same tape. Roger was naked and was laying on a pile of what felt to him like sand.
Roger heard a loud gunshot, it echoed through out the entire gymnasium. Roger thought it was much louder than in the crime shows liek CSI. The duct tape covering his eyes was violently ripped off, revealing a bright white light.
"Youre number Seven." Nathanial said calmly, "Did you know that? you're my second rapist though, only my second. Odd, you thought you could get away with it."
Nathanial took his knife, which he had been mindlessly playing with, and drove it into and through Roger's right foot. He screamed, And Nathanial drove the same knife through the mans left foot. He moved above Roger who was now begging for his life. Nathanial did the same to his hands, and now there was so much blood, Roger must have been anemic.
"Don't you go dying on me now Roger." Nathanial said playfully, "Did you ever wonder what she felt like? Being violated again, and again, and then being murdered? Did you think you would get away with it?"
The rapist layed there, crying, screaming, bleeding. He was scared, he knew now, he was going to die. He felt the knife go into his arms, cutting the tape, the flesh, up his neck, and around to the other side. To Roger it looked haphazard, to Nathanial it was perfect, precise. Roger's blood was mixing with the sandy substance, he lost conciousness.
Nathanial woke him with a quick kick to the head. "Not yet you get to be awake for this."
Nathanial moved from Roger's sight, and he heard a match light in the distence. Roger realised the sandy substance must have been gun powder, he screamed with all his strength. The gunpowder exploded, and Roger felt his flesh burn and he died.
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Not to violent, or gruesome I hope? Also heres to hoping the general public thinks it is good, and that I'm not beaten with the banstick for the content.