“NaNoWriMo 2020 Pt. 11”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Additional note: In honour of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), all 30 stories written in the month of November will (hopefully) create a single multi-part story that will reach its conclusion by the end of the month. Stay tuned for a new story part every day!

Read the compiled NaNoWriMo TTtW story here!

Prompt: Sword.

SKYE’S POV

I have no idea how or when I fell asleep, but apparently I did. Well, okay, either I fell asleep or I got knocked out. Honestly, the latter is probably more likely at this point.

Still, the point is that I was unconscious and now I’m not. Also, there’s a sword pointed right at my face, which is just what I wanted to see after I’ve been kidnapped. So yeah, this whole situation is just turning out great for me right now.

“Can I help you?” I ask, letting out a huge yawn.

The owner of the sword slowly comes into focus. It’s a man, but he’s massive. Like, just huge, and made completely out of muscle.

I lift a finger and slowly push the blade away from my face. The man scowls but doesn’t say anything.

When the sword is fully out of my way, I sit up to take a look around. I honestly have no idea how I would even begin to describe where I am. Everything just looks like a huge black sheet, apart from the little torches that give some light.

“Where am I?” I whisper, pushing myself off the ground to stand.

Immediately, the sword is pointed at me again. I let myself fall back to the ground and hold up my hands in surrender.

“Woah there, okay, I’m not going anywhere,” I say.

The man just keeps staring at me really creepily while I sit there, apparently waiting for something to happen.

It feels like hours as I stare into the man’s eyes and he scowls back at me. For some reason, I can sense that he’s not enjoying being my babysitter. Just like I’m not enjoying getting babysat by him.

Finally, I hear some rustling. I turn to see another man slipping into what I guess is a makeshift tent. Judging by the scratch marks on his arms, this is that man who kidnapped me. This is the man who stole me away from the little bit of happiness that I’d found since the beginning of this apocalypse.

Rage builds in my chest as I begin to stand. The sword seems so meaningless now, almost non-existent really. It’s just a little metal toothpick compared to what I can do.

The scratch-covered man raises an eyebrow at me, almost as if he’s mocking my rage. I’m about to let loose my fury when something slams into the back of my head and the world fades back into darkness.

Final Comments: I’m really struggling with trying to find the right narrative voices for both Skye and Mason…

Overall Rating: 😓