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Today I'm going to be sharing a piece I did for my Creative Writing A/S level coursework (which I took 2 years early as I'm in year 10) My story was inspired by James Bond and the strong women who stand beside him. For my piece I had my Bond style character as a Woman I wanted to write from a female perspective. My Character takes no nonsense and is in control, something that is opposing the Bond Girl style. I really hope you guys enjoy my short story...
English Creative Writing Essay.
I swung the car door open, throwing the files onto the passenger seat and climbed in. I took the set of keys and shoved them uneasily into the ignition. The engine grumbled loudly, grunting as it stood stationary on the dusty road. I leant across and pulled open the glove box to grab my gun, which I then placed on the centre console. I saw them, running through the lobby, I had to move, quickly. I fumbled around the supple espresso leather dashboard trying to find the right controls; I flicked them all on and then moved the gear stick into first. The car lurched forward in acceleration, a plume of dust gathering in its tracks.
You should never think you’re safe because you never are. You think you’re alone in the loneliest place on earth but you’re not, there’s always someone working for the other team; you just never know who that person is.
I should have left earlier, I knew it. Someone knew, they always do. I could now see the black SUV in my rear – view mirror, I looked around frantically. I saw a tunnel that joined onto a road which lead down to the junction and harbour, that’s where I needed to be. I carried on driving straight ahead, dodging oncoming traffic and ignoring the one way signs. BANG! A shower of bullets skimmed the bulletproof metal skeleton of the car which deflected them off onto the road. I grabbed for my gun and wound down the window, shooting back at the SUV. Bullets flew in every direction as they too deflected off the SUV. I held the wheel steady with one hand as I shot backwards again, driving straight through the middle of the tunnel. I angrily threw the gun onto the passenger seat as it was no use, their car was also bulletproof. I was near to the end of the tunnel; I could see the road ahead stretching round the coast where it met a busy junction, with two more SUV’s driving towards me. I threw the car around and leaned out the window, shooting at the large tyres of the SUV.
I then powered through a roadblock which bordered an un-surfaced road which helpfully lead down to the beach. I raced down it, tyres skidding on the gritty sand. I looked out my window to see the other two SUV’s catching up to me. I forced my foot down onto the accelerator as the burning tyres touched the sand, churning every inch of it up.
The harbour was in sight, as was the boat. I needed to make it there safely with the files in hand. I held tight onto the steering wheel as I leant across to the passenger seat, grappling at the files. I opened the glove box and grabbed my watch, a key and memory stick that was left for me and shut it tight. I shoved the memory stick, key and watch in my pocket and flung the files into a bulletproof briefcase which lay on the back seat. The black SUV’s were a short distance away but I had time. I accelerated, driving the car onto the harbour’s quay, and then slammed the breaks on ferociously and thrust open the car door, grabbing the briefcase and my gun. I ran, keeping my head ducked as bullets shattered the wooden planks of the quay. Some people just can’t take a decent shot. I reached the boat and jumped in, shielding my body with the seats. I found the ignition slot and tugged the key from my pocket. I thought this must be it.
The boats engines started, as a firing of water spewed out of them. I grabbed the accelerator and pushed it down, the speedboat shot forward, nearly dislodging me from it, as gunfire banged in the distance. I turned around; my long hair flowing in the strong wind and held up the gun holding it steady, one hand on the steering wheel, one on the gun. I focused, breathing calmly and aimed. Dead centre, I hit the man from the SUV and then the other. I turned hastily back around and drove the boat off, just as my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it, “Yes, target was destroyed” and put my phone back away safely in my pocket. I looked out at the horizon and drove off. Who says a woman can’t take a shot?
I stretched the black hairnet carefully over my head afterwards, shoving all the stray hairs into it. I walked through the apartment grabbing the wig off the back of the sofa and pulled it onto my head. I looked into the mirror opposite and adjusted it suitably. I walked into the bedroom and slipped into the black dress that hung on the wardrobe and popped my earpiece in. I then made my way back into the lounge and stood by the large glass window that stretched across the facade of the building, looking out at the bright neon skyline of Tokyo. At this point the doorbell rang and I went to the door. I had an idea about who would be on the other side of the door. Probably some insignificant hotel concierge, someone else to waste my time. I was partially right.
“Hello, nice to meet you.” He said sharply.
“I couldn’t say the same.” I said dismissively. He was calm, maybe too calm. I still could see a bite of sour from the past, settling in his eyes. He looked me up and down, analysing me. His steely blue eyes sharp and painful. He seemed somewhat arrogant, a little too confident. A closed book. However, this book had many locks and chains on, keys hidden away, where they could never be found. The only way in, was through the tiny cracks that the books past had left on its cover, but these cracks lead to the inside, the heart of the book, the bit that matters.
“Who are you and why are you here?” I said, trying to stay calm.
“I’m an agent, in the 101 program.” He said.
“That’s program.” I replied shortly.
“Yes, I’ve discovered.” He said sarcastically.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
“I’ve come to save your arse.” He said bluntly.
“I think you’ll find my arse doesn’t need saving.” I replied spitefully.
He looked at me, straight in the eye and laughed, “Right, are you ready to go?”
“What? You think I’m going to go somewhere with you?” “Yes I do, we can’t be late now, can we?” he asked in a patronising tone, walking towards the door.
“I don’t need your help ok, now if you could leave that would be much appreciated.”
“What’s your deal?” He asked in a questioning tone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your very, single – minded aren’t you? You don’t like taking help from others either.”
“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what I’m like? You’ve just waltzed in here like you own the place, you’re not even meant to be here!”
“ I came under instruction.”
“ I don’t care who gave you the bloody instruction just leave, I don’t need your help, or your attitude advice!”
“ Someone’s feisty, aren’t they? He said in a deadpan manner.
“You know what?”
“What?” he said in a seductive tone.
“Your one of the most arrogant, narcissistic people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting!”
“ I’m pleased.” He said calmly.
After this he turned around, pulled out his phone, that was ringing and walked over to the window and answered it.
I had heard lots of things about this particular agent, all of them seemed accurate. However, I knew about how he couldn’t stay emotionally un-attached, how sometimes he would think with his heart not his head, when it comes to women most likely. I didn’t see that. Anyway this was of no importance to me, he would leave and I would never be bothered by him again. Despite my aversion to him, I looked at him for a while as he talked on the phone his face: broken, covered in scars, tired and shadowy. However, he was dressed impeccably in a sharp suit which was tailored to perfection. I knew this, he could take a shot, any shot. Dead straight, bullseye. I’ve seen him practise when I first joined, I never met him I just saw him.
He soon hung up his phone and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “We’ve got to go.”
“What?!” I said with an air of confusion.
“I’ve had a call; the files are ready to be downloaded so we need to leave now.”
“ Do you mean ‘I’ have to leave now?” I said in an irritated tone.
He walked at a first pace to the door, grabbing the car keys off the side of the mahogany table. “Are you coming?” he asked impatiently. I signed heavily and followed him out the door.
We walked along the footpath towards a car, which is assumed was his. I strolled round to the driver’s side and opened the door. “I think you’re on the wrong side” he said smugly.
“Do you want to come, or should I leave you here?” I said matter-of-factly.
He paused, and then got in with a huff. After we got in I pulled my gun from my hip and attached the silencer, then placed it on the dashboard. He handed me the keys and I slotted them into the ignition and started the engine. He turned his head towards me and gave me an uneasy look, with that I sharply planted my food onto the accelerator and drove off, tyres squealing. The journey took a few minutes, as I winded through some side-streets and sped along the main roads. Then we pulled up by the entrance of a hotel. It’s top floors hidden by the clouds up above in the night sky. We walked in, gave a card at the reception desk and took the lift up to the 42nd floor. As we approached the door he pulled out a card and unlocked the door. We entered, all that was there was a hard drive, sat on a large desk, which looked out onto the city. All we needed to do was to plug the memory stick into the port. We just needed to be out on time, people were watching.
These files were important. They contained information on international business people who are involved in illegal organisations. I found the files on the people and then loaded them onto the memory stick. We loaded the files into a laptop, sending them off to the base, so they could locate them. I took the memory stick out of the computer and grabbed them both, switched off the light and closed the door behind me. We left as quickly as we arrived. I loaded my gun and peered through the large windows as we walked ahead. I stopped dead, I saw someone; they were running into the building with three men behind them. I didn’t know what to do. I fumbled with my gun as my eyes followed the men. I had an idea. I turned towards the lift and shot straight at the glass, it shattered. I could see the control panel on the other side; I just needed to take one more shot!
I lined my gun up and then I hit it, the lift powered down, now we have to go. I turned round and he stood there waiting impatiently with a small smile, and then started to walk away. BANG, BANG, BANG, I ducked, looking in every direction. The three men walked towards me, all pointing their guns at my head. I stood there shaking, a beat of sweat dripped down my face as I stood looking them in the face. One of them men moved closer and brought he gun up to my face, I closed my eyes. Everything stopped, all I felt was the gun pressed against my forehead, my face burning. A swivelled my eyes from side to side there was nothing I could do to save myself. He took the gun away from my head and stood and talked to the other man in what seemed like Austrian. I was left alone, I knew that agent was a joke he left, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. It felt like hours went by as my hands were bound together with rope, helpless. They weren’t going to kill me they were going to question me, then kill me. BANG!
I jumped out of my skin as the sound of a gunshot echoed through my body. One of the men who stood directly in front of me fell, dead. The other two men ran forward, and then I saw him. The dark navy blue of a perfectly tailored suit flashed through my mind. What I saw next was a blur. He threw multiple punches at the two men throwing them into the walls that surrounded us. He took his gun and pounded it into one of their faces. I squirmed trying to get away, then one of them noticed me. He walked over, blood dripping from his temple. I didn’t notice what was going on, just the man walking towards me. Then I saw a figure walking near to him. The man didn’t notice, he carried on looking at me dead on, shaking as he brought the gun to my head for the second time, he touched the trigger with his finger ready to shoot. His body crippled and shook with sudden shock as his body started to crumble, He was there. He took him by the shoulder, looked him in the eye and dropped him to the ground, dead. I breathed heavily, tears falling down my face. He came over to me in a rush, untied the ropes that bound my hands. and lent round and placed his scared hands on my face, holding my weary head. I didn’t know how much things could change. I then forgot everything that happened between us. He brushed my hair away from my face, as the blood from his hands grazed my face. He placed my head on his shoulder as I breathed heavy breaths. We stayed there for a few minutes as he held me kissing my neck. Caring for me.
The phone started to ring, he answered, and then hung up. I wasn’t sure where we were going; I just had to follow his lead, just go with it. We reached a door, a heavy iron one; he pushed it open to reveal a helicopter on the helipad at the top of the building. He picked me up, holding me in his arms and carried me to the helicopter where we both clambered in; I pulled off my wig, and hairnet, letting my long dark hair fall down over my shoulders, effortlessly.
“You never knew did you? I’ve seen you in the field, I’ve watched you. You didn’t know me though. I went away for a few years on leave. I couldn’t stay unattached from, well you know from field work. When I was off on leave I followed one of the missions, one I was meant to be going on. I knew it was dangerous so I went, keeping myself well hidden. I saw you, one-day bleeding, crying in pain. I saw you, the day when Vischaffer was killed. I killed him.”
I shuddered as the cold Japanese air blew in through the door. “Are you cold?” He asked. “Yes a little” I replied. He then took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders and we flew away. He looked at me; his piercing blue eyes were harsh and cold. “I’ve been thinking, what about the Bahamas?”
“I thought we were going back to London.” I said confused. “Well, I have some holiday to take and I thought you could join me.”
“I’m sure that could be arranged.” We both smiled. I’ve never been close to people, being an agent, it’s a lonely business, no one knows you. I’ve found someone who knows what it’s like to be in the field, but can be out of it too. I found him, the one with the shattered heart, the one with no family, the one who can trust no one, the one whose witty ways stole my heart. The one heart I wish not to break.
Thanks for reading my short story, back again soon!!