Games 3 and 3 and 3 (Chapter 1) [creative writing game]

[CandyK__]

Every participant writes 3 sentences, which are continuations to story which was created by all the preceeding sentences. After 100 replies we will begin a Chapter 2, and so on. Feel free to take story any way you wish, but keep in touch with story created before you. I hope this goes with out saying, but read enitre story creatd before you.

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Here's the beginning

It was a man who stood in the dark, as it rained. Out on the streets of Berlin, with a cigarette in his left hand. Waiting for delivery of the data disc, with blueprints of a gun and a bullet said to penetrate 1m of concrete.

 

[Brave_it_Shiru]

She watched his silhouette, like a scene from an old movie.
As he crushed the cigarette under his brown, leather boot, she couldn't help but notice how sturdy he looked.
A second too late, she pulled the curtain back and held her breathe...

 

[pockettan]

Little did she know, he had long noticed her presence. As his burnt out cigarette fell on the ground, he slowly walked towards her, his hand loosely holding the gun. With each step he took, her heart skipped a few beats.

 

[Valkyrae]

She tried taking cover under the window, cowering on the floor, holding her hand over her mouth, scared he will hear her breathing. She heard his subtle footsteps slowly approaching. But then they stopped.

 

[jessicaX]

She felt the barrel of the gun against her skull. She cried out but was silenced by his hand. "Who do you work for?" he asked menacingly.

 

[Memento]

Her mind was racing. The muzzle of the gun continued to press against her head as she struggled to find the right words. "Answer the fucking question!" He shouted violently.

 

[BringMeToLife]

She took a deep breath and despite trying to gather her thoughts, only whispered a quiet "for no one." She was afraid to look him in the eye. She nervously added "I swear", struggling to make him believe her.

 

[jessicaX]

The pressure of the gun against her head eased. Filled with adrenaline she spun around, knocking the gun from his hand and started to run.

 

[Memento]

Boom—it was like a sound of thunder. The bullet pierced through her leg; she could only wail in the pain as she collapsed on the cold, wet street. "How was he able to—" she couldn't finish her words as she saw the man peering over her.

 

[Valkyrae]

He pointed his gun at her, ‘You sure run fast for someone with no motives’. She pressed her eyes shut, ready for him to pull the trigger but nothing happened. After what felt like an eternity, the woman slowly opened her eyes again and gasped in disbelief.

 

[jessicaX]

He wore a dog collar. She recognised him as the priest from her church. How could he possibly be involved in the human trafficking ring she was trying to expose?

 

[pockettan]

Her mind was thrown in a spiral of unanswered questions. But before she could ask, he had grabbed her by the arms and violently shook it. "Move, you bitch!" he groaned.

 

[Valkyrae]

He wore a dog collar. She recognised him as the priest from her church. How could he possibly be involved in the human trafficking ring she was trying to expose?

A DOG COLLOR? I love the twist tho
She was trying to grasp what just happened while being dragged away. She didn’t know where they were going and she didn’t quite care. All she could think about was her little sister.

 

[jessicaX]

She'd left Bethany with the boy they had rescued from a run down hovel, where he was made to work 20 hours a day. What if someone had found out where he was hidden? She suddenly doubted the wisdom of getting involved.

 

[deathimcomin]

As he yanked her by the arm and pulled her along the cold wet ground, she could feel the blood dripping from the gaping wound on her leg. She looked down and wanted to scream but didn’t want to risk causing anymore trouble. “My names Sam, I’m in the secret service, ask me anything, I’ll tell you” she cries.

 

[jessicaX]

"Shut up bitch" he grunted. He was dragging her towards a white van, parked in an unlit street. Once there he threw her in the back and climbed in, securing the door behind him. "How did you find me?"

 

[pockettan]

"It was an accident, sir, I promise!" she cried. Her eyes filled with tears, of fear and desperation. But the man's gaze stayed sharp as ever.

 

[LONE WOLF.]

'Accident my backside' he growled nodding at the dark figure in the driver's seat, the van pulled off heading west 'and quit that noise'

 

[LONE WOLF.]

She gasped at realising 'that noise' were her pleas for help, this man was dangerous,she knew that she had to tread very carefully or she may well end up as one of the several women found in the town's canal with their throat's cut, the vans engine laboured under the strain of the driver's demands and suddenly cut out!

 

[LONE WOLF.]

The old van coasted to a stop at the side of a long muddy country road, the driver cursing as he tried vainly to crank the old machine back into life, she noticed that her leg was numb and gasped as she also saw that the man who had been sat in the passenger seat was gone! She hadn't seen him leave, where/when had he got out!