For anyone who’s been awaiting my latest blog post, I realize the last couple weeks have been pretty barren. I’m sorry about that, but I feel I have a good reason. I’ve been working diligently on my novel for NaNoWriMo this year, and I just passed the 25,000 word threshold today. That means I’m at the halfway mark, word count-wise, and it’s halfway through November.
With that in mind, I’ve pulled an approximately 500-word excerpt from my novel for anyone who would like to see what I’ve been working on in lieu of the blog (which will, I promise, have more regular posts when I’ve finished this monster).
I didn’t know much about ammunition in general–I tended to prefer hand-to-hand forms of combat given the choice, though I wasn’t averse to using them if the situation called for it–but I knew demon killer rounds were some seriously high-power and destructive rounds. They were probably all hollow-point, high-caliber, whatever the hell you say about bullets to make them sound cool, sexy, and high-tech, but they also contained traces of silver, holy water, garlic essence, and a number of other things that were generally known to be bad for most monsters. They were a highly specialized item, and therefore not easy to get.
“And, the organization cleared you for access to demon killer rounds?” I pressed, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“I was able to requisition a couple of clips, here and there,” Alan said, his voice taking on a fluidic, almost evasive smoothness. “For completely practical purposes, of course.”
“And just from where did you ‘requisition’ these clips?” I inquired.
“Spinner’s footlocker,” he said, his voice not bothering to hide the laugh. “Last week.”
Oh, my hell. I knew Alan could sometimes play a little fast and loose with the rules, but this was the first time I could recall him outright stealing something from someone.
“Oh, hell. You’re kidding. You’re kidding me, right?”
“What?” Alan asked innocently, his arms spread. “They were extras. It’s not like I left him with none.”
“I can’t believe you!” I exclaimed. “You stole a man’s ammo!”
“Hey!” Alan shot back, as if offended by the accusation. “First of all, I’m all about getting what we need, not what others think we need, regardless of who may think otherwise!”
I smirked sideways at the flimsy excuse, but kept silent.
“And second, what makes you think I procured these without Spinner’s permission and blessing?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about Spinner’s little talk about how they’re not for non-military personnel?”
I could see Alan rolling his eyes dismissively. “Oh, sure,” he said. “Bring that up.”
“You were the reason he brought it up in the first place!”
“They were pretty!” Alan shot back adamantly, as if that were all the reason he needed. “Besides, it’s not like they didn’t end up being put to good use. Right?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, unable to argue that. If Alan hadn’t had those bullets in his gun, that little tussle with the Omega Demon would have likely gone way differently–and certainly more bloody for the two of us. I may not have approved of his methods, but I had to admit that Alan had made a good call in acquiring, however unethically, the rounds that had both allowed him to stun the Omega Demon and enabled me to tear its bullet wounds open with the enchanted crowbar.
“True,” I conceded. “They definitely did some good back there.”
“Yeah. Did you see the surprised look on that thing’s stupid demon face after it realized the bullets had actually pierced its stupid demon hide?”
“I did,” I answered, smiling. “It almost makes up for the shocked agony on your face when you tried to swing your crowbar at it while it had a stoneskin enchantment up.”
That’s it for now. I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you like it, what you think so far, etc.