User blog:Twilightwizard0309/A short story by me

As I was performing a writing exercise from a book on how to write fiction, I got into what I was writing and decided to expand on what I was writing. I decided to turn it into a full book, and would post the chapters here on a blog for people to read. Please comment and rate. --Money Maker '  18:40, July 3, 2010 (UTC)

At a local bus stop in downtown Washington D.C., a small group of people boarded a bus heading towards the nation’s capital. One particular person in this group of people was a man named Scott Parker.

Parker was a thin man, fairly tall with a good figure. He was Caucasian, with blue eyes, and short blond hair. He wore sunglasses and a black trench coat, which gave the impression he was a shifty character to the people waiting at the bus stop, seeing as how it was late March, cloudy, and it was 75 degrees outside. He also wore black tennis shoes.

Everyone kept a close eye on their wallets/purses as they boarded the bus, out of fear that the man was a pickpocket. The man made his way towards the very end of the bus, where he wouldn’t have to listen to the passengers’ whispering and gossiping. In this city, no one trusted him. He was tired of the people’s whispering and accusations but he eventually learned to tolerate it.

The bus was rank smelling. It was probably a long time since the inside of the bus had been cleaned. Towards the front of the bus, there was a mother trying to take care of her crying baby. Behind her was a man trying to talk over the crying baby on his cell phone. He was saying something about how his stocks kept going down and something about the economy. Whatever that was. Then there was a young man behind the man on the cell phone. Parker assumed he was between 20-25 years old, and he was listening to music judging from the pair of white ear buds stuck into each ear. He seemed annoyed by the baby and the man on the cell phone, so he turned his music up in an attempt to drown out the noise.

What stood out the most in the bus, however, were the four men in dark suits wearing sunglasses front of Parker, two in each of the seats in front of him. They were each tall, bulky, intimidating, and most of all, silent. Two of the men were African, one was Caucasian, and the last one seemed to be Latino. The bus began to leave the stop, after the driver was sure that no one else would be boarding it.

Parker looked towards his left. He saw a diamond necklace lying in the corner of the bus. Intrigued, he picked it up. Suddenly, something in the back of his head lit up. His heart began to race furiously. He suddenly remembered everything. The experiments, the pain, the one he loved, lost to him forever… he had memories on top of memories. And while this wasn’t the necklace he needed, he would hunt the one he needed to the ends of the earth. Only then would he have his revenge.

Suddenly the four men in front of him turned back towards him. He acted calmly, as if nothing was wrong. They each pulled a pistol out of the suit jackets and fired at him.

In an instant, he leaped up from his seat and opened the emergency exit to the bus. He jumped out of the emergency exit and landed on the windshield of a taxi behind him. The windshield cracked underneath his feet, but the driver of the taxi remained unharmed. Parker leaped off of the taxi and began running out of D.C.

A panic began to spread through-out the area, and police were called on the scene. The man stuck to the shadows and ally ways to keep out of sight. Police were all over the area searching for the suspect. He couldn’t let these fools catch him. His mission had only begun.

He waited until nightfall, hiding in an ally way behind a dumpster. When he exited the ally way, the police were still looking for him. He needed to ditch the clothes he was wearing. What better way to ditch them then to switch his clothes with one of his pursuers?

He snuck up on an unsuspecting Police Man, grabbed him by the neck and placed a hand over his mouth, simultaneously pulling him into the darkness of the ally way behind him. A short change later, he dumped the Police Man’s body behind a few bags of trash. He was still alive. He’d just wake up with a nasty headache.

Using the keys stolen from the Police Man, he took the car and began to drive it towards his destination: Regan National Airport.