Blood Splatters On The Fields (The Final Chapter)

Blood Splatters On The Fields (The Final Chapter)

THE FIELDS: A place suspended in between Arcis and Earth where death and life players battle until one side cries defeat and can’t take anymore, a place that’s not just a game, but where players choose to fight even if it means death.

This final chapter symbolizes real GOOD VS. EVIL. We live in a world where we fight for what we believe in. May the fight be for love and life, for everything good and beautiful!

EXCERPT: The following is a short excerpt of the final chapter of Username: Bladen. It was one of the most fun chapters to write. Just so you know: I don’t think this short excerpt will ruin the ending for anyone. Thanks for stopping by! It means a lot!

Blood Splatters on the Field

I saw a picturesque sight before me as beautiful as a Monet, with lengthy blades of lush green and crisp, tan grass that stretched as far as two feet high. A summer like sun was setting low on the horizon, with a deep, blue sky and a few feathery, white clouds that adorned the foreground. A warm breeze stroked my face.

Slowly one by one, the powerful life players that teleported to the Fields appeared. Every one of them looked pumped with anticipation. Within seconds, all one hundred landed ready for battle, guns in hand, tip toeing around to seek out the filthy death players.

As soon as the sun melted away, an eerie, icy darkness prevailed. The landscape became a shadow land. Faintly in the background, I heard the low bass-tone chant commence. I felt lethargic and remembered that I needed to put in my earplugs. Once they were inserted, I became alert, as though I had gulped down one too many cappuccinos.

The death players emerged disguised with clear masks that looked like the nylons bank robbers wore in old movies. Normally, I would’ve thought that was funny, but since I was standing at death’s door, I felt gripped with fear.

The life players clustered together and charged at the droning death players. Shots rang out, and death players fell. The remaining ones staggered and scrambled in awe to get away. Awesome start, I speculated. We fooled them. When the chanting had ceased, I removed the earplugs.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and nearly crapped my pants, as a death player grabbed my mask and a handful of hair underneath while he etched his blade teasingly down my throat. I felt the warmth of my blood, as it trickled down my neck.

“If they were all like this one,” the evil one snickered, “we’d be out of here in no time.”

I tried to see how many had circled around me. How could I have been so stupid? I paid so much attention to the other life players’ escapade that I let what was happening around me slip by. Now I had to pay the price. I was going to die. I wished they’d hurry it up.

The knife they held penetrated further into my neck. I let out a muffled groan as more shots echoed. To my surprise, I heard a few thumps in the grass as the blade at my throat fell. The three death players that had surrounded me lay lifeless on the ground.

“Be more careful next time!” A life player thundered at me.

I tried to see who it was. His voice sounded familiar. His eyes illuminated in the dark like two spotlights but then became glazed over and distorted in shape. My first thought—the blind man?

About jvcarrwriterauthor

Everybody has realistic dreams, ones that start with a seed in the heart, are watered, then grow. Well...I finally published my dream, my young adult novel entitled Username: Bladen. The idea to write it literally struck me in the darkness of the night. I began this project not too long ago, though now it feels like forever. This book, in its original manuscript form, meandered down a typical publishing path in many ways, until it recently settled (Yay!) on the shelves of cyberspace. Soon, I hope it will find a happy home on the shelves of many book lovers, in a real home not just a virtual one. After all who doesn't like to see their dreams come true? Today, with the technological advances that we enjoy, dreams of publishing are well within a writer's grasp. Every mom, much to their chagrin, experiences sleepless nights. With six kids, I honestly can't remember the last time I slept through the night. Typically, when I wake up and can't fall back to sleep, I think too much about things, meditate, or pray. One night as I was praying, the plot for Username: Bladen literally flooded my thoughts. I got so excited about it that I decided to sit down and write and write and write. I spent a lot of time learning about publishing. I joined forums and writers' groups. When I finished my manuscript, I entered it into The Sandy Writing contest, which was a terrific learning experience. I didn't win, but one judge loved my story and gave me almost a perfect score. That gave me a lot of encouragement. I also queried it a little, and am amazed by how much I learned and loved the process. I know nobody likes rejection letters, but I appreciated the personal letters I received from agents that gave me insight into why they rejected my manuscript. Then finally, after I learned that publishers don't have a lot of shelf room for young adult novels with a male protagonist, I decided to stop querying and publish through Westbow. I found an extremely talented editor, and rather quickly finished the process of publishing my book. I couldn't be happier with the final result. If anyone has a story to tell, are willing to be diligent, and have a dream to be a published author, you can do it! Believe in yourself and make your dream come true!
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