Scribbling on illicit fiction...

[scribblemyname]

Not all stories ask permission nicely to impinge upon my inspiration. No, they barge in and take over! We're at 2000+ words and counting.

Have a snippet:

"Storm."

He is just coming out of the conference room and glances down at her before they fall into step on the way to their team area in the underground military facility. They don't speak until they're on home turf, out of the way where it's safe, and Storm discharges enough electrical energy into the security system to kill any tracking or monitoring.

Whisper shows him the file. Code 48. The Department's way of cutting its losses and abandoning a compromised operative to their own fate.

Storm's jaw clenches. Alpha Wolf doesn't deserve this. "You know what you're asking?" he demands of her. Countering direct Department orders always results in punishment, and Storm has always deliberately made sure he took the heat for all of them. It is the way of the third ranking, which Storm now occupies. He has always had the temperament for it.

But Whisper shifts her head slightly to one side in a negative, bigger picture in mind than what he's implying. "Storm," she says softly, sotto voice, and his eyes darken as he listens. "I'm not asking."

Compromised operatives do not have family. They were stolen as children and have never been a liability for their knowledge, only the physical evidence of genetic manipulation and government illegal activities their bodies represent. Human weapons. Red Wolf, her lover whom she calls Alpha, has a family. He knows everything there is to know about too much classified information.

"I lost the Christian," she whispers.

The first man she had ever loved died while infiltrating a terrorist cell. Storm held her through that storm, anchored her grief after she had wiped out every person related to the Christian's death. He hears what she has not said outright. They're going to kill him.

She didn't ask Storm before she took on an entire terrorist organization and became known as the first ranked assassin in the Department. She isn't asking now if they can save their leader.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Storm raises his eyebrows, incredulous, because he does. This will require more than just defying orders and intercepting the kill team. They can't just extract him. They have to keep him alive and either out of the reach of the Department and their handlers or of his family who is now rushing to his side.

Whisper nods. "Shift owes me."

They're going to have to burn the Department to the ground.

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Comments

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Ooh.

Your imagination is something else.

[scribblemyname]

Hopefully something good else! Yeah, got bit by an old prompt I wasn't intending to touch with a ten-foot pole.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Of course something good else. Yeah. I'm intrigued!

I just can't get excited about my old project any more. So it goes.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing workign on this story is as tantalizing as reading this snippet? Wow was that a hook or not! *applaus*

[scribblemyname]

It's compelling. It's like being on the front of a moving train. You're along for the ride, whether you like it or not.

[rebelsheart]

I ran a superheroes-themed RPG for a while that I kind of wanted to go along this route. I rather like the story.

[scribblemyname]

Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed the snippet. Never thought I'd come back to this part of history, but I've been storying away in Kingdoms and Thorn for a while now and getting closer and closer and closer...

[thecatisacritic.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall you saying you didn't want to write the story where Whisper called in that favor of Shift, but I'm not going to complain if you did.

After what the Department did to them, it deserves to burn.

I am curious... Since you said Red was Conner, is there a Wesley and is he part of the family looking for Red? It didn't sound like Red was in contact with his family in the snippets featuring him after the Thorn Kingdom fell.

(Incidentally, I want to blame you for my own bit of illicit fiction because Kingdoms and Thorn reminded me of my own story about a trained assassin and the prompt I gave you made me want to extend it and the stuff with Shift didn't help because there are some parallels in her story to Zi's. Not that I can blame you. I have to blame myself. *sigh*)

[scribblemyname]

I didn't want to write this story. I just reread "Collateral Damage" and boom! There this story was, talking to me. Ugh. :shakes head at muse:

Burning of course being slightly a metaphor. They're going to destroy it, but burn is such a nice word for how they intend to pull that off.

Yep. Brother's there and I'm going to throw in a sister to keep things separate.

I don't mind taking some blame. :grins: You're totally to blame for Shift having come out to play so much. she fascinates me, but if it weren't for you, this storyworld really wouldn't have exploded on me. You just kept asking questions, and I kept answering and now I'm hipdeep in a world I'd thought I'd never write at all. Ah well.

[thecatisacritic.livejournal.com]

I remember that, and I know that feeling all too well. That's what just happened to me.

Well, metaphor or not, it's what it deserves. It needs to be destroyed after what it did to those kids.

Ah, cool. That should be interesting.

I guess we can trade blame, then. Back when you first posted part of it, you said I understood the world well, and that was, I think, owing in part to the story I'm now writing an illicit sequel/extension to. I think I knew the questions to ask because I'd asked part of them to write my story. I accept the blame, too. I keep trying to think of other prompts to pass your way to get more, but... I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

[scribblemyname]

No prob. I keep writing doozy long stuff in response to these prompts, so I'm kinda just trying to kick a few out the door! :grins: