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#CTC29 Day 7 – Larger Than Life Hero

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Preamble

Today we are asked to explore the Larger Than Life Hero archetype. The challenge is write a short scene that shows this hero facing a “pet the dog” moment so they can be related to. The word limit is set to 750.

The premise I would like to write about is:
A young woman is abducted in her childhood and molded into becoming the world’s premier assassin.

Day 7 Response (a rough draft)

Kristen Helms wiped the blade of her knife on the dead woman’s wedding dress. She did not like the mess involved with this hit but she performs her work to meet particular objectives and this needed to be messy. There was no other way around it. The woman’s only fault was that she was the wrong man’s fiancé.

She engaged her tablet to review the hit instructions one more time.

Target: Amy Baxter
End Target: Colton Buchanan
Instructions:
Exterminate Amy Baxter on July 17th. Dismember the body. Link the death to the up coming wedding.
Be on stand by for extermination of Colton Buchanan. Make his body disappear. Wait for our signal.
Payment: 30% upon extermination of Amy Baxter. Remainder at the close.

She examined the scene she left behind. She killed Amy Baxter with a direct shot. She then had proceeded to dismember the woman. Her last step was stuffing the pieces of the woman in her wedding gown. The macabre display would be there for whoever would enter the woman’s bedroom. There was nothing left of Amy Baxter save for the blood red centerpiece that lay soaking on that bed.

Kristen checked the time again. It was time for her to get moving. She packed up her gear and was about to leave using the side door when she realized that she would have to travel on foot through the back fields. She heard police sirens and they were too close for comfort.

She took to the back field behind the neighborhood and began her two hour trek. Two hours, possibly less, if the roadside activity quieted down and she was able to catch a ride to her hideout.

The heat of the day, the brightness of the sun and the expansiveness of the field began to play tricks on her mind. She slowed down her pace considerably and kept looking over her shoulders. Something about this field was grossly unsettling. She could not name what it was nor could she categorize the type of unease that seemed to be growing inside her.

She located some trees off to the southwest and decided to head over there. If someone was following her, she would have the upper hand if she could get there quickly  and take up a sniper’s perch in one of the trees. She redoubled her efforts and trudged on. Her misgivings eased up some as they always do when she has a plan in place.

Time, of course, did what it normally does in these situations. It collapsed itself and folded into two. Kristen always hated when it did that. It always threatened to throw off her meticulous sense of time. Today, though, she was grateful for it.

She had settled herself in the tree and sat extremely still. She sat so still, in fact, a squirrel approached her gingerly and started sniffing. Kristen was careful not to disturb the squirrel. She was so entranced by its presence, she found herself replaying memories she had been sure were stripped out of her mind.

Kristen remembered a family picnic. She must have been in Kindergarten judging by the jumper she was wearing. It was a Fall picnic. She had a bag of bread and was feeding ducks and squirrels alike. She could hear laughter. A little boy had bounced into her memory. She could not figure out who he was from the memory. She only knew that she’d loved him.

Kristen startled herself back to reality. A tear had rolled down her cheeks. She was glad no one else had been watching her. She would have been flogged. She just knew. Tears were beaten out of her shortly after she was kidnapped.

Kristen searched her pack for the granola bar she’d packed. She had plenty of food in her pack. She wasn’t worried about herself. However, her thought at the moment was whether or not she could feed a squirrel again. She made soothing sounds as she crumbled bits of granola bar into the palm of her hand. She offered her mini bounty to the squirrel. He liked the offer and scampered closer to her. “That’s right, squirrel. I am a killer. There is no way I can be anything else.”

The squirrel scampered away and Kristen blinked back another tear  cursing herself for being soft. Perhaps this was her sign to pull out and find another life.



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