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    Creative Writing Exercise: Can Heroes and Villains Fall in Love?

     

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    This month’s instalment Can Heroes and Villains Fall in Love? asks you to imagine what would happen if two traditionally opposed people came together. Remember, love changes both the lover and the beloved. The question is: how?

    Creative Writing Exercise #26

    “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

    “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

    Now steal this and make it your own.

    We can’t wait to read what you come up with, so please add your submission to the comments section of this post.

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    Vinita Zutshi offers writing services at Penchanteur.com, and blogs at Carefree Parenting.

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      Mary Jaksch

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    • Paul skinner says:

      “I must kill you,but I can’t”she confessed”

      “Neither can I my love,he replied!!

      We’ve always had our differences but we’ve always found a way to resolve them.
      Sometimes were at each other necks trying to outdo each other ! We’ve never seen eye to eye and maybe we never will and we have to accept that if we want to get along in this life. Everyone has their enemies trying to derail them from chasing their dreams and pursuing their goals. But me and you even with our differences still manage to support each other which is very cool and dare I say rare from 2 people who come from different walks of life!! We go head to head challenging each other to do a little better each time out. In my heart of hearts you’ve made me a better person coming across you down this path that’s called life.

      I have to say that same thing about you. Cheers to friendly competition..

    • Meg says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

      “It’s okay if you can’t do it.”

      Frieda’s head dropped forward, and her cropped brown hair glistened as it caught the rays of the

      dropping sun.

      “This is supposed to be the best way to do it… I don’t want to die alone Steven…”

      Frieda wept. Profusely. Violently. Until she couldn’t. Then she coughed and spluttered, moaned, and

      sagged next to him on the floorboards where he was laid out. Slowly then, she took her limp arms

      and wove them around herself, curling up. She knitted her hands together tightly to hold herself in

      place. She fell asleep listening to the whisper of Steven’s breath, and the sound the

      backs of his hands made moving across the wood.

      Steven noted the single tear that had formed at the corner of one eye. He could feel it hovering

      there. Time had slowed down now. He blinked, and let it fall, tracing it’s path to the floor. It blazed a

      brilliant white trail of light, and he saw the energy separate upon landing. He took a deep breath.

      And then another.

      “Maybe there’s another way.”

      He rolled his neck, and surveyed the sparse wooden room. He could see only white through the

      small, high window. He gulped in a breath, then sighed a long sigh, getting up. He briefly glanced at

      the trap door they had climbed through.

      Frieda stirred, and then sat up.

      “Wha..?”

      The room looked different in the dark, all lit up. The information in room was a mass of coloured

      codes, an energetic blueprint of everything that had happened here. The wood spoke to her of how

      old it was, where it came from, and the kinds of trees that it had been. She could see impressions of

      the others who had been there before them. She focused on Steven, his hulking form blocking the

      slither of light from the window. Blue-white energy was forming orbs and streaming from the backs

      of his hands.

      “Baby, you’re bleeding” she said.

    • Fiona says:

      “I must kill you,”she confessed, facing away from Jin,” but I can’t.” Then she looks up at him with the faintest of despair in her eyes.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied as he raised his two tightly bound hands for emphasis.

      Su didn’t miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. In fact, she didn’t need to hear him at all to know what was going on in his mind.

      You don’t trust me. But I can’t blame you. I had baited you with something like this before. Which is why this only makes it so hard for me since-

      She walked towards the pistol that she had dropped earlier. Jin got alerted by this sudden move all the while feeling a sense of morbidity and fear creep up inside him.

      “You wouldn’t dare kill me,” Jin laughed out a sweat,” you need me.”

      For information, he thought.

      ” I do need you,” Su said almost immediately, pistol at hand,” which is why-”

      – I have to make you believe me.

      Bang! Su had shot precisely at her aim.

      Jin flinched, fortunately, a little too late after the pistol went off. Not until had he seen his wrists that he realized his shackles broken.

      “What are you-” he began as he awkwardly stood up. His heart pounding louder in his ears.

      Su tossed her pistol at Jin, who had deftly caught it,”Take it and leave. I sent the security team out for a dummy mission so I think escaping now won’t be a problem.”

      Jin eyed her skeptically. “If this is one of your tricks like that time when you-”

      “It’s not! But I can’t make you trust me after I betrayed you all, so..think what you want.”

      Su turned her back on him to leave but the next thing Jin said made her halt halfway to the underground elevator.

      “Wait! Why are you doing this? Why now?”

      “Because,” Su turned to face him again,”Now that I know what Megan’s true intentions are, I can’t go through with this. It’s not what I signed up for.”

      “Then you should come with me. We can both warn others before-”

      “No! You save them. I’ll try to buy you some time.” said Su, earnestly.

      Jin looked into her eyes closely and decided to trust her.

      “Alright.”

      With that, Su rushed into the elevator shaft with Jin in tow. She pressed a button that led the net doors of the lift to close and hoist their weight up.

      All the while, Jin stared at the pistol resting cold on his palms.

    • Shy says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.
      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.
      Calneth, the elf cried quietly into Krol’s orcish arms. Krol’s green-grey arms wrapped around Calneth’s thin, fragile elf body.
      Calneth was an elf of light, while Krol was a peasent worker for the Solitude Frontier. His father had been killed in battle, Krol was given the job of ‘Elf Destroyer’. Although Krol had destroyed many Elves before Calneth had even seen him, he had vowed never to attack another of her tribe as he cared for her with many hearts he had yet to own.
      Calneth, on the other hand, was a tinkerer for The City of Ilaybel. She devised and designed many of their important items. Such as small wine glasses, spoons, knives and forks for the great dining room. Calneth had been asked as a backup to analyse what was happening down in Eethtalos.
      When Calneth first reached the regions of Eethtalos, it looked normal. But she noticed Elves going missing after about a week. In her journey to investiagate the mysteries, she met Krol. Calneth fell inlove, though in many opinions it was told Orcs are not good relationship partners.
      Calneth was told to eradicate the problem, and has been postponing it ever since. Krol and Calneth thought of many ideas to get away together.
      “Krol” Calneth spoke.
      “Yes, my love?”
      She took a step back.
      “We are not needed to kill eachother. Only ourselves,” She whispered.
      Krol gasped in horror. Then nodded.
      “We shall, Calneth.”
      Krol took his sword out of it’s sheath and handed it to Calneth. She placed it lightly to her thin neck and drew it across while whispering “I love you Krol..”
      Calneth’s body fell limp to the ground, and the sword with it.
      Krol picked up the sword, slid it back into his sheath and walked away. “Foolish Elf..”

    • Fiona says:

      I must kill you,”she confessed, facing away from Jin,” but I can’t.” Then she looks up at him with the faintest of despair in her eyes.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied as he raised his two tightly bound hands for emphasis.

      Su didn’t miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. In fact, she didn’t need to hear him at all to know what was going on in his mind.

      You don’t trust me. But I can’t blame you. I had baited you with something like this before. Which is why this only makes it so hard for me since-

      She walked towards the pistol that she had dropped earlier. Jin got alerted by this sudden move all the while feeling the sense of morbidity and fear boil up inside him.

      “You wouldn’t dare kill me,” Jin laughed out a sweat,” you need me.”

      For information, he thought.

      ” I do need you,” Su said almost immediately, pistol at hand,” which is why-”

      – I have to make you believe me.

      Bang! Su had shot precisely at her aim.

      Jin flinched, fortunately, a little too late after the pistol went off. Not until had he seen his wrists that he realized his shackles were broken.

      “What are you-” he began as he stood up. His heart pounding louder in his ears.

      Su tossed her pistol at Jin, who had caught it,”Take it and leave. I sent the security team out for another mission so I think escaping now won’t be a problem.”
      Su turned around to leave but halted midway when Jin managed to voice his thoughts.

      “Wait! Why are you doing this? Why now?”

      “Because,” Su turned to face him again,”Now that I know what Megan’s true intentions are, I can’t go through with this anymore. It’s not what I signed up for.”

      “How are you going to get out? You should come with me. We can both save-”

      “No! You save those people. I’ll try to buy you some time.”

      With that, she walked out the front door of the warehouse. Jin glanced at the pistol on his palms. Then without wasting anymore of his precious time, he sneaked out through the backdoor.

    • Fiona says:

      “I must kill you,”she confessed, facing away from Jin,” but I can’t.” Then she looks up at him with the faintest of despair in her eyes.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied as he raised his two tightly bound hands for emphasis.

      Su didn’t miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. In fact, she didn’t need to hear him at all to know what was going on in his mind.

      You don’t trust me. But I can’t blame you. I had baited you with something like this before. Which is why this only makes it so hard for me since-

      She walked towards the pistol that she had dropped earlier. Jin got alerted by this sudden move all the while feeling the sense of morbidity and fear boil up inside him.

      “You wouldn’t dare kill me,” Jin laughed out a sweat,” you need me.”

      For information, he thought.

      ” I do need you,” Su said almost immediately, pistol at hand,” which is why-”

      – I have to make you believe me.

      Bang! Su had shot precisely at her aim.

      flinched, fortunately, a little too late after the pistol went off. Not until had he seen his wrists that he realized his shackles were broken.

      “What are you-” he began as he stood up. His heart pounding louder in his ears.

      Su tossed her pistol at Jin, who had caught it,”Take it and leave. I sent the security team out for another mission so I think escaping now won’t be a problem.”
      Su turned around to leave but halted midway when Jin managed to voice his thoughts.

      “Wait! Why are you doing this? Why now?”

      “Because,” Su turned to face him again,”Now that I know what Megan’s true intentions are, I can’t go through with this anymore. It’s not what I signed up for.”

      “How are you going to get out? You should come with me. We can both save-”

      “No! You save those people. I’ll try to buy you some time.”

      With that, she walked out the front door of the warehouse. Jin glanced at the pistol on his palms. Then without wasting anymore of his precious time, he sneaked out through the backdoor.

    • David Murray says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.
      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied. “Through what storms I’ve chased you already, and yet…”
      “Chased?” she scoffed, tightening the damp blanket about her neck. “You make it sound like I was running away!”
      “So this was all part of your plan then? Nice try, but we both know that’s a damn lie.”
      “Careful, darling,” she warned. “You might not like the truth.”
      “This is the truth,” he soothed, leaning his forehead against hers. “You and me. All else is just… irrelevant. Just… faraway fairy-tales. Lies.”
      “I’m a swindling, swashbuckling sea-banshee and you’re-”
      “An under-the-thumb, exploited enforcer?”
      She smiled. “Yes.”
      “Lies,” he smiled too. “I am me and you are you. That’s the truth.”
      She gazed out at the ocean where the waves crashed maliciously against the rocks. White spray covered them again and they were freezing to death but there was no-where else to go.
      “You know they’ll never let us go,” she said flatly, the light gone from her eyes. “I always knew you’d be the death of me.”
      “Things would’ve been a lot simpler if we’d both just drowned.”
      Their eyes met again, and in both could be read the same grim acceptance of their shared fate. He wrapped an arm around her and she leaned her head against his shoulder, and in silence they watched the angry waves and smoke-black clouds churn the sea and sky together.
      “Perhaps this is a good thing,” she said finally. “We’ll both die. I think that will solve our problem.”
      “You wrecked your ship on purpose, didn’t you?” he said, more as a statement than a question. “You wanted to be caught.”
      “You still think I was running, don’t you?” she retorted. “There was an ambush in the Junction Isles. Cooper wanted to watch me shoot you. I was bait”
      “Funny that,” he smirked. “The Admiral wanted me in your firing squad. If I brought you in alive, that was.”
      “I did shipwreck myself. I couldn’t stand you falling into his hands.”
      “As did I, my love. As did I.”

    • “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.
      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

      They locked eyes, their minds racing. Both knew they would be killed for failing to complete the mission. Was death truly inevitable?

      He scanned the alley once more. Years of experience had taught him to discreetly search for followers, cameras, any other witnesses as naturally and regularly as he breathed. But in this moment, he used his search as a stalling tactic. He was sure, if he just had enough time, he could find a way out. He’d always found a way out before. Like that time in Iceland, when he… wait. Must not get distracted. Focus.

      Almost on accident, he focused on her eyes. He thought back to the first time he saw them. He had known instantly that her eyes were all he ever wanted to see again. He’d been across the globe and seen things that tourists only dreamed of—stolen some, even—and yet her eyes were the most exquisite thing he’d seen. Round and large, like an animated movie princess, and bright green, with an intensity that made them seem to darken when she was provoked. Sometimes, he provoked her just to see if her eyes would really change or if it was a trick of the light. He still wasn’t sure.

      Focus. How could he escape without taking the light out of those eyes?

      “Look at me,” she commanded. Gladly, he thought. Were her eyes darkening?

      “You’re going to run. I almost had you, but then I was outnumbered. You’re going to run.” She said the last part through gritted teeth, irked at the thought he needed telling twice. He did.

      “I’m not leaving you,” he protested. “If I run, how will—“

      “I’ll find you.”

      He stared at her in disbelief as she twisted, catlike, and crept away. He focused his eyes on her back, blinked for a moment, and she was gone.

      He knew he would regret it for the rest of his days if her back was the last he ever saw of her.

    • SJ says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

      They stood shock still, their guns pointed at each other’s head as they stood in an deadly embrace. The gentle cadence of the rain outside did nothing to soothe their inner turnoil. A stubbly man was hiding behind his desk behind the duo, watching the confrontation intently.

      “How did it end up like this?” The woman spoke softly as tears ran down her face. “Why are you defending that bastard of a man Michael? He killed your family too!”

      “I never thought you of all people would choose this path.” he spoke just as soft. “Revenge isn’t the answer Ann!” He said. Killing him wouldn’t… wouldnt… He turned his head away. Tears started to leak from his own eyes. “It wouldn’t bring Steven nor Joanna back.” She flinched as he mentioned her their siblings.

      “If the President were to die here,” He continued, “the bills he developed that would allow for the cure for the deadly plague to be given to convenience stores never be supported by ANY of his successors, as they are more focused on keeping the rich richer and lining their own pockets.

      “You can’t be serious!” said Ann. she found it hard to swallow that…. that sack of filth behind the desk was capable of such altruism.

      “Think of the people who’ll die if you go through with this! Revenge isn’t worth that steep price!” He pleaded. “Please, don’t do this! I ‘ve already lost all the other people I cared about. I… I… I don’t want to lose you either.”

      “Michael” she started, “Do you know what I’ve done to get to this point?” Her gun arm started trembling slightly. “How many atrocities I’ve committed? How many people I’ve killed just to stand here? I’ve sacrificed all I had and the lives of other innocent people just to get the chance to wipe that miserable stain of a President away. He probably has something worse for everyone else in the cards anyway! She fought through her tears and looked past barrel. She looked at her lover. “Just move aside and come with me!” She pleaded. “We can leave this dreaded place together! The world would be a better place without this man’s machinations. We could be together without any of this interfering with our personal lives!”

      He wanted too. He would have loved too. He would even shoot the president himself just to hold her in his arms again. But he couldn’t justify letting those people die just to support his own happiness. “I’m sorry, Ann.” He whispered as he straightened himself up readjusted his aim. His face hardening into a cold soldier.

      Ann’s eyes widened at the gesture but she couldn’t help but smirk. ‘He hadn’t changed’ she thought, ‘He was always ready to put others before himself and he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself on the line. It was both his best and worst quality’.

      She wiped her tears away and aimed her gun at her lover’s head as her face changed into the face of a hardened killer. “I’m sorry too, Michael.”

      Two shots rang out, echoing across the White House. The rest of the secret service bolted toward the direction of the shots, toward the Oval Office. The stubbly man stood shock still behind his desk, unable to believe what he just witnessed.

    • Moon Pie says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

      The director yelled “cut” and Verna and Jake pulled apart slowly as the scene was written. She lowered her rubber knife and he slid his plastic revolver back in his holster.

      “Wonderful! I’m so glad you two decided to try out for our community theater! Both of you are exactly what I’m looking for! George West’s buttery voice purred with happiness.

      “I just showed up on a whim.” Jake was never one to take many chances in his life but his AA sponsor suggested he try meeting new people. He agreed it might be better than hanging around bars. This Verna chick was pretty hot looking, but frosty. She might be a tough nut to crack.

      Verna breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe this Jake guy had got the part. He sure didn’t look like the type to wear makeup and costumes. Annoyingly, he seemed totally at ease while she felt stiff. Since he was the only man who auditioned, he automatically got the part. She would have to tell Mother all about it when she got home. Mom would be all a-twitter with happiness. She was the one who was pushing for Verna to get “out and about” as she called it. Verna was sick of her always gently suggesting that she was nearing thirty and still unwed.

      This Jake guy wasn’t her type. She liked office workers, not the biker she imagined him to be. Her mom said this was her problem, she was too picky. Morrisville was a small place, and single men were scarce. It didn’t matter; he probably didn’t like her either. She would truly be acting.

      One of the wardrobe ladies came out on stage with a clothes rack. She began openly flirting with Jake, who seemed to enjoy her silly banter. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him winking at the girl before she left.

      A twinge of jealousy raged through her. Suddenly she decided she was going to make Jake hers.

      • sonia says:

        Ooh, interesting premise! Twisting the scene like that–creative.

    • Thanks.You have written the useful information.

    • Sankar says:

      Heros and Villians fall in love as Like in some indian movies.. lol 😛

    • Heather says:

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.
      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.
      “Then we are at an impasse,” said a voice from above: hollow, mysterious, and very possibly holding fate in his hands. “Now you both must die.”
      Light flooded the riverbank—Elle and Jaime ran. Left, right, back, forth, anywhere and everywhere if it meant avoiding management. Bullets pelted the water beside them, bits of rock and sand flying into their faces and reminding them that they were about to be managed.
      Jaime pulled her to the side. “This way.”
      “No, over here!” Elle insisted. They froze—less than an instant, but it was enough.
      Jaime fell, moaning with pain. Elle followed, a moment later. Her hands shook, she could feel the lifeblood pool below her and stain her muddy clothes.
      “Jaime, Jaime,” she gasped, reaching for his hand. Already the tears came, and the void cloaking her vision until she was reaching in the dark.
      “I’m here.”
      They met, hand in hand, one for one, squeezing with what little might they maintained. There were no words, no kisses, no last goodbyes. There was just a squeeze, and combat boots crushing pebbles, and cold.
      “They’re both here, sir,” said the soldier. “Orders?”
      Static. A command. And then: nothing.

    • Embe Charpentier says:

      How long had Carly hated those shifter freaks? Her entire life. Shifters are thieves of sanity: one moment a beast, the next a man. In the Okefenokee swamp, they disappear without a trace. Her twelve year-old sister Maureen saw a man morph into an owl and fly away, a mouse wriggling in its claws. Their parents had Maureen committed. Though after reports in South Georgia, authorities took the threat seriously, Maureen was never vindicated. Wrong medications and electroshock therapy broke her. She slit her wrists in a blood-filled bathtub.

      Finally, law enforcement hired shifter-hunters, and Carly joined the squad. Baited traps caught nothing; shifters were too intelligent, even as animals, to be caught easily. As criminals, shifters were capable of anything; late-night convenience stores were invaded by wolves, terrorized by giant bobcats. Windows of jewelry stores were smashed by crocodile tails, then looted. The criminals “humanized”, filled their hands, and flew away as falcons, talons loaded with booty.
      The shifter hunter who worked with Carly was handsome, reserved, intuitive – just her type. Carly made sure Peter knew it immediately. The excitement of working crime scenes together, and the sweet flirtation that followed broke down barriers between them. Soon, the walls between them had become walls around them, in a quiet cabin in the woods Peter called “Serenity.” Their nights were investigations; in sweet afternoons, Serenity was their sanctuary.

      Difficult cases baffled them until a tip came their way. They drove the van down a dark, dirt road among bare-trunked Georgia pines until they reached a deep canyon. The stolen goods had allegedly been hidden within a cave. They rappelled down a steep incline.

      “I’ll protect you, Carly.” Their blazing flashlight penetrated the bat-filled cage; jewelry and bags of cash were seen buried within the guano.

      Short, dark hair pushed between Peter’s fingers; suddenly Carly knew. She found her gun.

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied. “I can’t help how I was born…”

      His change occurred in a flash; a Rottweiler bounded into the darkness.

      The next day, Carly resigned.

    • How long had Carly hated those shifter freaks? Her entire life. Shifters are thieves of sanity: one moment a beast, the next a man. In the Okefenokee swamp, they disappear without a trace. Her twelve year-old sister Maureen saw a man morph into an owl and fly away, a mouse wriggling in its claws. Their parents had Maureen committed. Though after reports in South Georgia, authorities took the threat seriously, Maureen was never vindicated. Wrong medications and electroshock therapy broke her. She slit her wrists in a blood-filled bathtub.

      Finally, law enforcement hired shifter-hunters, and Carly joined the squad. Baited traps caught nothing; shifters were too intelligent, even as animals, to be caught easily. As criminals, shifters were capable of anything; late-night convenience stores were invaded by wolves, terrorized by giant bobcats. Windows of jewelry stores were smashed by crocodile tails, then looted. The criminals “humanized”, filled their hands, and flew away as falcons, talons loaded with booty.

      The shifter hunter who worked with Carly was handsome, reserved, intuitive – just her type. Carly made sure Peter knew it immediately. The excitement of working crime scenes together, and the sweet flirtation that followed broke down barriers between them. Soon, the walls between them had become walls around them, in a quiet cabin in the woods Peter called “Serenity.” Their nights were investigations; in sweet afternoons, Serenity was their sanctuary.

      Difficult cases baffled them until a tip came their way. They drove the van down a dark, dirt road among bare-trunked Georgia pine until they reached a deep canyon. The stolen goods had allegedly been hidden within a cave. They rappelled down a steep incline.

      “I’ll protect you, Carly.” Their blazing flashlight penetrated the bat-filled cage; jewelry and bags of cash were seen buried within the guano.

      Short, dark hair pushed between Peter’s fingers; suddenly Carly knew. She found her gun.

      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied. “I can’t help how I was born…”

      His change occurred in a flash; a Rottweiler bounded into the darkness.

      The next day, Carly resigned.

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    • Richard Hogarth says:

      Scene Stealer # 26
      “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed,” “I can’t make it look like murder. It must look like an accident,” she thought as she walked out on the balcony. And there he was with his back to her. Without a thought she walked up behind him and with all her might pushed him over the railing. In one full motion she turned and walked back into their condo not remembering they lived on the first floor.
      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.” “I can’t wait until we move into our new condo on the fifth floor. Only I plan to push first,” he thought.

    • “I must kill you, but I can’t,” she confessed.

      “Neither can I, my love,” he replied.

      Jason held her tight. She was his dark secret, and she was all his.

      She started crying. “But it can’t be. You know it can’t be…”

      He knew alright. He was a cop, and she was a fugitive who’d already killed two federal agents in her escape. When the call came to look for and capture her, dead or alive, Jason’s heart sank. She was a hardened hit woman (yes, they existed) who worked predominantly as an enforcer for the Hells Angels, when “enforcing” mostly meant a bullet between the eyes. But she was also his ex-girlfriend.

      In his defense, back in the day she hadn’t yet killed anything human. But she did spend too much time with the rough trade. Their love affair was a passionate one, and it left scars, deep ones, when she left him. “I’m doing this to protect you,” she wrote in a note he’d kept all these years.

      He somehow kept a cool expression when the call came to hunt her down. It took all his strength, for he was still madly in love with her, and he knew his law enforcement buddies would show her no mercy. He didn’t have a plan, just an overwhelming urge to protect her, at his own peril if must be.

      He found her where he expected, in one of their old hunting hideouts. “Alana,” he whispered through the pine trees, “it’s me. Jason. Come out, baby.” What she saw in his eyes melted her heart. “Jason!” she ran out and threw herself in his arms. “Well, if I have to go, better if it’s by you.”

      He knew he had to take her in, but he couldn’t. She knew the only way she could escape was by killing him, but she couldn’t.

      They both knew their love story would end badly, they knew other cops would find them soon. Yet there they stood in the snow, alone in their embrace.

      • Heather says:

        Wow, I really like the premise for this one—cops and hit women aren’t your average pair. I think, however, you drop too much backstory too fast; you might try sprucing it up with a little action in between to keep us focused on what’s happening, not just what has happened. Still, what action there is I definitely enjoy. You could definitely go further!

        • Thanks Heather! It’s my first attempt at such an exercise and I really appreciate the feedback. Cheers.

          • Curt says:

            Very good writing, Brigitte. Enjoyed the story.

            • Brigitte Pellerin says:

              Thanks Curt!


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