Posted: Mar 14, 08 8:39am
This is a work-in-progress science fiction story. I've laid down the story, the essential structure as you see here, and next I'll be burnishing the theme and tweaking the plot (not much, just some tucking and clipping. I never knew writing was so much like tailoring!)
I've included just the first two pages since I intend this for publication.
Does the story pull you along and make you want to keep reading? Can you see the environment in your mind's eye?
It's What I Would Do
When I saw the boot print, I knew something was wrong.
The huge red sun hammered down, heat working through my body despite the battered, armored cooling suit I wore. A searing wind gusted through the rocks.
I knelt down in the purplish-gray sand, unlike anything I’d seen before, but I was focused on the smudge of boot print, as though someone had stepped from rock to rock and had barely grazed the sand.
A trail of barely-there sign from the dull blue and purple jungle of the valley behind me led me here. Each sign piece held pointed to the next, none of them obvious, all of them apparently coincidental, the mistakes a man makes when he’s running away from pursuers and trying to hide his trail. A snapped twig, crushed grass, an overturned stone. I should have noticed they were all difficult to spot. I was getting overconfident. Every walker leaves occasional obvious sign by accident. Now I knew the sign was bait.
I smiled. Finally. This one wasn’t easy like the others. He was smart. Good. I would enjoy finding him.
I felt him watching me. You don’t rig a backtrail with false sign and not keep on eye on your pursuer--just in case he discovers what you’ve done or he’s not as good as you thought and needs some encouragement, like letting him see movement.
I looked ahead. The sandy purple-gray lava field piled with black, naked rock stretched out around me for miles and the twin peaks of what was left of the long-ago exploded caldera swelled and poked up hundreds of feet into the superheated air. He’d be up there somewhere. It’s what I would do.
If I retreated, he’d know I’d discovered his ruse. We’d race back to the Pyramid. He’d try to kill me before I could enter it.
If I went forward, I’d run into whatever trap or killing field he’d set up.
The hell with him. I had a mission I would see it through, no matter what. I’d been on this pisshole planet for almost a year and hadn’t had a decent hunt since the beginning, just after that first night I found the Pyramid and climbed inside. The night everything changed.
My comm beeped in my ear. I yanked the bud out onto a rock and smashed it. I was on the hunt. Screw their rules.
Something moved.
I toggled off the rifle’s safety, squatted down, and crawled several meters to another rock, a larger one offering more cover, making sure to keep rock between me and the caldera. This new rock was the best--no, wait.
Again, this was too easy. I pulled an epty ammo pouch from my belt and dropped it onto the point of a rock shard and slowly, slowly poked it up into a natural cleft in the rock that offered an excellent viewpoint.
The pouch and the top of the shard exploded out of my hand!
Bastard had ranged it in already. I was willing to bet he had all the other likely sites, too. It’s what I would do.
I couldn’t go back, I couldn’t go to either side for more than several meters, I couldn’t go forward. I was trapped, waiting to die.
He’d like to think so. This one was smarter than the others, how had he become different? Something went wrong.
The only thing I could control was my movement, that was his trap but also my freedom. As long as I was still alive here, he couldn’t leave.
Since I couldn’t move, I would stay. But not here.
I edged back, back until I was partially under a small overhang a few arm’s lengths from where I’d been shot at. There was nothing else nearby. Even though I was in the shade, the suit’s cooling unit whined as it strained to keep me from braising in my own blood.
The long afternoon passed into frigid night, black above me, black around me, all puctuated by pinpoits of brilliance: Stars overhead and crystal in the rock reflecting starlight.
I catnapped, waking only to sip tepid water and electrolytes occasionally from my inner-suit canteen, then napping again.
Then a click, as if two stones momentarily touched, and I woke and he was here.










