Last week I post a topic about the thrill of building a world for your characters & how rewarding it feels knowing you crafted said world, Here if you want to read,but with it, I added that characters created for fantasy roles can be used in modern story settings, if the world lets the reader picture the character and they get absorbed into the story. Today, I thought I’d add to that and share a story I’m working on that has one of my demon slayers, Sakura, (above) in it.
Though a ninja created for fantasy roles, she like most of my creations can fit into most works. Below is a story I’m writing which will have thriller elements in it, something I haven’t tried yet. Please be kind and let me know your thoughts! 🙂
THE HIDDEN TRUTH
Sakura and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The piece you’re about to read has strong language, a M/F love scene & violence. If you disagree with any of these, stop reading.
As a young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty with flowing fairy curled hair and had a rather revealing white and pink kimono on sat at her desk, she adjusted her red rimmed glasses before reading the file on her left. Skimming through it, the woman knew this was the background on the man due in anytime now, knowledge making Sakura read more. “He was convicted of murdering his wife and did ten years, but he claimed he was setup?” she said in a silent whisper, skepticism all around her words while reading more.
It wasn’t like she hid her judgment for the ex con, her face wouldn’t let her, having the young officer ready for whatever line the guy may tell. Though only about a year on the job with the department of corrections, Sakura heard everything her “cases” tried feeding her, and while a few went straight, most lied through their teeth, landing them back in prison. As she looked up, she noticed a man sitting across of her, making her use a finger and nervously brush hair behind her ear before she said, “Mr. Coler? I’m the officer assigned to your file. I’m not your nun or friend, I’m here to ensure you adjust to the outside…” in a harsh tone, trying to deter him from saying his side.
“But I didn’t do it, you see?” the man said in a calm but frigged voice, hints of intelligence tangled up in the statement. He knew this young lady didn’t care, it could be seen and heard, but he added. “Can you help me get a job too? I’m rather good at fixing things.” in that same cold intelligent tone, the voice undoubtedly icing her done. Sitting there, yes the man could say what was on his tongue, something about the thing she wore, or lack there of, however the con didn’t wish to press his luck, a frame of mind causing him to swallow his words.
“I told him NOT to tell me his side, and he did!” shot across Sakura’s mind, compelling her to adjust her glasses as a sigh exited her mouth. It couldn’t be ignored that his “plea”, if it was that upset her, though her job needed to be done, having the pink haired woman gather the needed papers for him to sign, one task she wanted to do with haste. As she set each paper on her desk, showing him where to sign, Sakura said, “I can help you get one, yes, but there are rules.” in a calm but stern voice while she thought of a reason why she should aid him, finding none. After a weak sigh of what might be regret, the woman added, “However you’ll need to be happy with what job I can get for you. Furthermore, if you miss work or appointments with me, I’ll see to it you’ll go back to prison, understand?” in the same tone of voice, harsher at the end, trying to drive the point in.
“…Yes thank you, I won’t forget this.” replied the con in an upbeat tone of voice, though still having something chilling the young officer. After signing the last page of the forms, his eyes met hers, wanting so badly to invite her out to let her know how much he was grateful to her, something a thank you couldn’t cover, but he could tell his luck was on thin ice, a flag telling him to leave. He had every reason to go straight, after all, he was framed, one fact he knew in prison, something he wanted to investigate, but how could he with his parole officer checking on him.
One week later, checking the wall clock, noting her case was late for his first appointment, Sakura went for her phone, picking it up as she said, “I knew this would happen! Well Mr. Coler, you were warned.” in an angry mutter before dialing the number he gave as a contact on the sheet. The woman knew there was a slim to no chance the guy would answer, or if the number was even real, she had to follow the rule book, she admitted it, but if he didn’t pick up, the police would be called. Before the call could go through, the pink haired woman saw the man come in and sit, prompting her off the phone and up from her seat as she said, “Thirty minutes late, Mr. Coler. I hope there’s a good reason!” in a stern voice, Sakura trying so hard to reserve anger for the response the con might give.
Judging by her body language, not to mention the tone she took, the man knew she wouldn’t believe him if he told her, making the man shift in the chair. “I went for a walk and uh, lost track of time. “ he said calmly, a lukewarmness around that, hoping she’d accept that, even though it wasn’t half the story. If he told her that he went and snooped around his old home, now a still open crime scene, that would give her reason to get him back behind bars, one place he couldn’t work from, making him stick to the story.
True, Sakura smelled something off about his answer, who wouldn’t, she accepted it, mainly because he was the last appointment before she could go home. Shutting the door to her office, the woman sat on the desk, looking dead in the eye and said, “The job is going well?” in a somewhat kinder voice, wanting to see if the guy slips and give her cause to get him arrested. Sure, it seemed like entrapment, Sakura knew that would be his claim, she just didn’t care however, a point driving the young lady onward, but before more questions could get out, her convict put his hand up, stopping her.
What he had to say may land him back into that hell, of that he had no doubt, and if those cards were dealt, he’d take em. After taking a moment to get the words together, he said, “First, I know almost all of us convicts lie and tell you things, attempting to avoid prison, I get that, but I’m not one! Second, You read my file with the crime report as well, yes? You’d note the killer was right handed, I’m left. Oh, but you, like all in this town think I’m guilty, right?!” in somewhat intelligent anger, sensible facts driving it home, or in a way it may get her to look deeper and not just accuse blindly. “See you next week.” he added, this time calmly, bowling the young woman over with charm almost before exiting her office, not knowing if the outburst would cost him.