more stories......

this time i want to try and "build" it like "real" stories are, starting from the plot and working upwards...


start: 4 AUG 05 3:50AM
NAME: Protocol XXIII

"Nevertheless, an effective political substitute for war would require "alternate enemies," some of which might seem equally farfetched in the context of the current war system. It may be, for instance, that gross pollution of the environment can eventually replace the possibility of mass destruction by nuclear weapons as the principal apparent threat to the survival of the species. Poisoning of the air, and of the principal sources of food and water supply, is already well advanced, and at first glance would seem promising in this respect; it constitutes a threat that can be dealt with only through social organization and political power. But from present indications it will be a generation to a generation and a half before environmental pollution, however severe, will be sufficiently menacing, on a global scale, to offer a possible basis for a solution."
-Report From Iron Mountain, Section 6, "Substitute for the functions of war"

--PLOT--
CONFLICT: they release a prisoner/jailwhatever to go after a criminal at large BUT he's in there for good reason and continues his crimes once he's free'ed.
CONCLUSION: he eventually gets his man and thus becomes the criminal himself they seek to catch using another inmate.

building on that...

CONFLICT: they (who?) release an prison inmate (what was he in for?) to go after (setting the controls?) a criminal (what does he do?) at large BUT he's in there for good reason and continues his crimes (attacks the controls also) once he's free'ed.
CONCLUSION: he eventually gets his man (how? when? where? by accident?) and thus becomes the criminal himself they seek to catch using another inmate.


this part is probubly going to be near the climax of the story

She awoke when she heard the first gunshot. It was nothing new, but it always peeked her intrest, and she was getting paid to keep an eye on him. Her quick fingers typed in the password to start up the monitoring program on her computer. He's a grown man, she remembers them saying when she first got this job. He does'nt need twenty-four-seven survailence. The small black screen flickered but stayed black. Damn, she thought, he must have that eye-patch on again. Who does he think he is, a pirate? More gunshots came from the small earbud she wore. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, in the dimly lit office room with a large dark night city view she had earned her way up to. She closed her eyes and visualized being in his place.

After he had taken the second security guard down, he wondered if this was the right place. If this was the right place, he thought, there should be more security, but, if this wasn't right, who cares? No doubt that bitch is getting off to this right now.
He took the clip out of the guard's gun and chose to take the stairs instead of the elevator and started lunging up them, two at a time. At every other landing, the light was turned off for energy conservation, which made for a dark accent. On the 15th floor, a door opened into the darkness and a flashlight popped out of the hallway. Without skipping a beat or a step, he fired at the flashlight armed man. On his third shot he struck him on the shoulder, making him turn back out of the door. Damn this eyepatch, fucking with my aim. He rushed to the door and flung it open, emptying the clip before the door hit the wall. This guard didn't have time to move from his spawled position where he originally fell.
Soon, he thought, she should be right above me. He could hear the heavy breathing coming from the recever in his head. We'll finally meet in person.
Another clip, and another floor later, he came onto another empty hallway. Very dead, even for a skeleton crew. The lights in the hallway were on there energy saving setting also, which cast eery reflections of darkness on the shiny waxed floor. The once sterile business hallway had been turned into a sea of darkness, with a small beacon of light showed the way to port. It came from under the crack in a door. He stood infront of it for a few seconds. This is it. Beyond the door lay his unwanted consious, which had grown louder in his head. She seemed to like the suspence between battles more than the battles themselves.
He kicked the door in when it sounded like she was about to climax. She jumped and fell backwards out of her chair.
"We finally meet." His spoken words had echoed through her earpiece as well as rung through in his head.

yeah so what if its shitty? I'm real tired right now and need to go to bed...