He was the greatest challenge of my life. And every time he escaped, a bit of my confidence ebbed out. I had nightmares. I used to be scared he would die due to some other reason. I had to be the one killing him – not a disease, not a wild animal, not a stray bullet. Or I could not have reclaimed my life.
When I killed him, I felt alive again… assured of my existence.
I repent one thing though. The grace that my position demanded, kept me from kicking his body to my heart’s content.
I do that in my dreams.
This is my second entry for Voice Week 2012.
Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by BeKindReWrite to experiment with different voices. It’s the same story told from different points of view.
All my attempts are based on constant premise and characters, with only the perspective of the protagonist as variables. Based on the temperament of the protagonist, the tone of narration as well as his feelings towards his adversary change.
There will be 5 installments coming, one each day, from Oct 1st till Oct 5th.
I am loving this! 🙂