Subject: [FFML] Re: [fic][original][DRAFT] Chronicles of War, ch18
From: Jared Waddell
Date: 1/14/2006, 5:36 AM
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Quoting Jared Waddell <>:

"Isn't she something special?" James added a big goofy grin at
point. "So, now that I've made my introductions, it's your turn."

Didn't he already introduce himself?  

The demon finished his right hand and shifted his stance, making
AK-47 sitting on the cardboard box behind him visible. "Karl
Lieutenant, United States Marine Corps, Recon Force One."

Why is a Marine who is prepared to identify himself using an AK-47?  

I'm wondering that myself. An M16 is a bit too big, but he really needs
something compact, wouldn't he use an MP5? I think at some point I gave
him that weapon for a reason, and unfortunately, I shall to address this
matter when I flesh out his character a bit more. What else do Marines
commonly use?

"Yes. You don't understand, power, Lieutenant of the United States
Marine Corps, Recon Force One. You know nothing. You are the not
manager of this operation, and you know very little of what your
your government, or what your god thinks of you. You don't believe
one very important human emotion. You don't know what you stand
for. You
kill people in the name of freedom, having no understanding of
freedom truly is. And if you kill for fun, in my military,
operating on
behalf of my country, under the orders of my President, 

What makes him think that Karl is having fun?  He certainly doesn't
seem to be having fun.  In fact everything you've described is a
man who is under horrific stress, from the neglect of personal hygiene
to the outbursts of irrational temper. 

He's insane. He can have fun, be angry, and have terrible personal
hygiene. Such are the fringe benefits of dementia. How and why? Well,
that's a story for another book.

I'm going
kill more than just you. Don't you fucking GET IT? It's OVER!

This is just another ploy in his ongoing effort to make people not
take him seriously, right?

Err...depends on what precisely you're talking about. The overall speech
or the wild screaming at the end. I dropped those specific sentences in a
recent revision because they just weren't necessary (his speech was also
rewritten because it sucked).

"Very impassioned." Karl grabbed the AK-47 and pointed it at James.
very misguided."

"I don't need to know everything about you to win. I don't need
tricks or overwhelming force, and neither do my fellow man. I don't
to be right or wrong, because those things have no meaning in the
you've build. You don't even know if love is real. How can you beat

you build or you've built

Also rewritten. Hopefully the new version doesn't give people tongue
cramps reading it aloud.

James had sent her body spinning as he pushed her over the boxes,
that part of her landing was cushioned by her shoulder, the rest by
body. The force of impact was spread out so that nothing felt
but she would be sore and bruised like a prize fighter by this
Just before she opened her mouth, she remembered the armored guys
had captured them. It was very easy to remember them now, as she
hear them burst into the room like a heard of elk.

Then there was gunfire.

And a brutal cry like a man tearing his soul in half.

A trifle overwrought.  

Absolutely. It's still in there but I want to change it. Suggestions?

And a moment of silence.

Then a muffled crunch and snap, sounding so much like ice wrapped
in a
towel and hit with a hammer, sound too familiar. Kat froze.

James' head and the smoking end of an M16 appeared over the edge of
boxes. "Sorry about that. No time to pick your cuffs."

"I'll live," she said in a daze. Had James... "Are they dead?"

Damn her mouth. She'd just lost him with those three words. 

In what sense did she lose him?  

Ah, I cover this a bit better in the revision. I hope. She's trying to
treat him more like a normal person. He's not acting like a normal
person, so she reacts like a normal person and treats him like he's an
unfeeling killing machine from Mars. The wording of that sentence is
overly dramatic I think, so I tried to make her perspective a bit more
realistic in the 'new' version.

she would learn some tact. She promised.

"Yes. Karl's knocked out, though, and I have no intention of

"Was that display for my benefit?" She asked.

"I don't think I have anything to say to that," James said.

Kat squirmed a bit, feeling the handcuffs bite into her wrist. "You
you don't want to offer an opinion, or you mean you don't know what
asking for?"

"The later."



(better than 'ladder,' at least)

Bastard, she cursed. Bastard! He was reading her like an open book
a study guide.

"That speech says how I really feel," he continued, "but don't
anybody. My bad-ass reputation for being a callus bastard will



Thanks for the C&C. I'll post a revised version of this back to the list
since the changes I made were rather extensive. I'll try to get chapter
19 out soon.

Rick "writing by the seat of my badly frayed pants." Spiff

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