Pursuit

A black Mercedes pulled up next to him. Without warning, an automatic rifle was drawn and held through the window aimed at the man. The man put his feet down on the accelerator hard. He was wearing a leather jacket and cargo pants. A spray of lead peppered the entire back of the man’s car, narrowly missing his body. The red 1970’s sports car climbed to its top speed and struggled to maintain it as it raced through the suburban streets, turning his car violently persistently to avoid being hit by another vehicle and to try to throw off his pursuers. Moments later, the rugged automobile made a very sharp turn to the left, just missing a streetlight and drove onto a long railway bridge.

A hail of bullets followed the red car as it accelerated along the overpass, shattering the glass, tearing through the metal alloy and shredding the leather seating. A momentary second of no gunfire was followed by a hatch in the roof of the Mercedes to open. The man in the red car looked at his rear-view mirror. A figure with a balaclava drew out a rocket launcher as he positioned himself half outside of the hatch. The figure hesitated for a brief second as he aimed, and then fired a rocket-propelled grenade at the red sports car. The man inside the car swerved aggressively to the right, and his car drove off the bridge just as the RPG detonated, metres from where he was at before, ripping a hole in the road of the bridge. In the final moments before the car plummeted into the icy water, the man took in a memory of a scene he would never forget – the blueness of the river, the bright colours of the warehouses on the shores, blanketed by the gray skies stretching to the horizon.

A black Mercedes pulled up next to the edge of the bridge. Two men in black suits stepped out and watched the red car sink to the depths of the river. After a moment of calm, the two shadowy figures entered the car again and packed up their weapons, satisfied with their work. The car turned around in a semicircle and drove back the way they came.

A man wearing a leather jacket and cargo pants emerged from the river and started swimming towards the shore.

Written by me, about Cressida Campbell’s artwork “Through The Windscreen”.

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    • lolmoarguns.
    • March 20th, 2011

    even though the artwork had no guns, i’m not surprised this happened. lolmoarguns. :D

    • heknowsthatiknowthatsheknowsthatthisguyknowsthattheyallknow
    • March 20th, 2011

    Pro, boi! Teacher would give you a 9 out of 10, but I would give you a kitten.

    • JeffGu
    • April 13th, 2011

    STAN! WHY SO GOOD AT CREATIVE WRITING?

    YOU BEAST. :D

    • NOTTOBENAMED
    • May 10th, 2011

    Hmm. You use a lot of sight imagery, but it lacks the other senses, e.g. smell , taste, etc (don’t say you can’t use taste, you could say the guy tasted fear. its metaphorical too =])

    also, its good to give a little emotion to the main character. everyone loves a sexy main character. i see potential young padawa. you might be the second Matthew Reilly =D

    Just trying to help =]]]

    • NOTTOBENAMED
    • July 15th, 2011

    DO NOT REVEAL MY IDENTITY PADAWAN. YOU HAVE MUCH TO LEARN =p DO NOT MENTION MY GOD FORSAKEN SURNAME FOR THE BEACONS OF THE FORCE SHALL BURN YOU DOWN TO ASHES. i dunno. i was bored. thought that i could be anonymous. guess not D=

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