This is a blogfest I signed up for awhile ago and if you go to the blog with the lists of entries, you'll see that I was second to sign up. While this is a little like the murder scene, it opens the death possibilities to anything and has drawn a great amount of people who signed up. My entry section will be at the bottom of this post, but first I wanna talk about something. (As usual)
I've come to realize something about blogfests. While they are great fun, and I have one of my own listed on my other blog, there is a risk of giving too much away. I enjoy sharing my scenes but there has to be a limit as to how many different scenes from one novel I post (even though most will be rewritten to a certain extent since they are all first drafts except one).
So, here's what I'm thinking. Either I monitor how many scenes per novel I show, sometimes using one scene for different blogfests (like I am doing today)... Or, I can write new scenes for each blogfest. Make up a story that is for blogfests only (or choose one from my list of 60+ ideas since I don't really need another one). I like the idea of the second option but we'll see how it goes.
But to get right to the topic at hand, here is the blogfest.
Blogfest of Death
Hosted by Tessa over at Tessa's Blurb
Basic idea behind the blogfest is to post a scene involving death. Someone has to die in the scene, main rule.
Since this is about death, anyone uncomfortable with that topic and reading about it shouldn't read a single entry for the blogfest. Just saying...
My entry is the same one from the Murder Blogfest posted on my other blog. It's from my older character (as in not YA) mutant novel that has a finished first draft. The scene is the end of the confrontation with the Villain.
Valk began to move. The shaking had subsided but he still groaned from the pain he'd experienced. He struggled, pulling himself to his knees. It took him a few minutes before he was able to settle on his knees and look up at Noah.
"Now you're done." Noah said, breaking the silence. He had another bolt of energy ready but his anger waned seeing the damage he'd already caused. Even though he hated Valk, he still couldn't find enough reason to kill him.
"Noah, finish him off. You can do it." Bastian spoke, yelling down from his position of clutching the railing.
He raised his hand towards Valk as the man started to pull his body across the floor towards a table near the panel of computers. It held a selection of notebooks, a few gadgets and a small handgun. Noah watched but wasn't able to go through with it. The memories of the few good things Valk had done for him were enough to make his death unwarranted.
Valk made it to the table and started to pull himself up.
Noah dimmed the energy, no longer resolved to act, but kept a little prepared just in case.
"What are you doing?" Bastian sounded concerned. "He has a weapon. Do something."
But he didn't do what Bastian wanted. Instead, Noah spoke in Valk's direction. "Don't even think about it, Valk. You're done, accept it and face the consequences for your actions."
Valk didn't speak as he stood up. His gaze settled on Noah as his hand rested on the table.
A cracking sound echoed through the room and Valk collapsed on the floor. Blood started to ooze from his lifeless body.
Noah stared, his mouth open as his stomach wrenched. The look on Valk's face remained etched in his mind as he stared down at the body before looking upward in Bastian's direction. Bastian stood, holding himself steady with one hand on the rail, the gun still aimed downward in his other hand.