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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Police (10/12/06)

TITLE: Blood
By Amy Michelle Wiley


The warning sign is splashed on the wall, sharp yellow against the concrete. My steps falter. I have a choice. Yet there is nothing left behind me.

The second symbol looms, red like blood. Red, like the future before me.

I pass on and the graffiti becomes stronger. It surrounds me, telling stories of the territory I walk upon. I cannot plead ignorance. I know what I have chosen.

I try to feel confident, swinging my hips and raising my chin like a movie star. I feel only weak. Vulnerable.

Jordan materializes before me. I am expecting him, and still I jump. He laughs, resting his arm on my shoulders. Strong. Protective.

“You ready for this, Mia?” He guides me toward the hood. “Ready to be part of something?”

I feel safe. “I’m ready.”

A few hours later finds me again on the street, prepared for my initiation. My lips are so bright I catch their gleam from the corner of my eye. High heels clip against the asphalt. I tug at my shirt, if such a bit of material can be called that.

I step out of our territory, out of safety. One step and I am in Skull territory. A wolf whistle precedes a teen from his hiding place. His watching place. I push down the fear.

“You know where you are, babe?”

I feign confidence. Indifference. “I can see all I need to know.”

He chuckles low and cocks his bald head. “Well then.”

Another man steps into the street, eyeing me. He is the shot caller, I can tell. The boss smirks. “Hey homies! Come check out what just wondered in.”

We are surrounded by mocking guys. Jordan will be pleased.

I distract the men with my charm. They don’t notice the Tigers until they are almost on top of us. The world is filled with knives and shouting. The two gangs clash, blades flashing and words that boil the innards pouring from their mouths as freely as the blood.

It will never end. Men fall. Boys slash. I cower, twisted grimaces ever before me.

I do not know what finally stops them. They scatter, dragging the wounded with them. Jordan does not look for me.

I am alone. Alone in my new life.

I cannot stay in Skull territory or I will join those whose blood flows. As I step from hiding, my knees nearly buckle. I hear a groan. A man lays in a shadow, missed by those who fled. His hair proves he is not a Skull. He is one of mine.

Kneeling beside him, the quiver of my hands grows, shaking violently. I press on his side. His blood is warm and sticky.

He is alert. “I thought everyone had gone. Left me.”

I hear my voice, strangely articulate. “We’ll stop the flow and then get you somewhere safe.”

“Thank you.” Brilliant blue eyes watch me.

The blood does not stop. “This isn’t working.” I try to keep panic from my voice.

“Use my shirt.” Already his voice is weakening. He fumbles to pull at his T.

Together we get it off while he bites through his pain. As I tug at the yellow cloth, I feel something hard beneath him. I pull it out, my hand already giving me clues. I stare, my suspicions confirmed.

It is a police radio.

“You’re a buster.” I can hardly speak. “Why didn’t you use this, you idiot? You could have been out of here long ago.”

“You would have run. You would have gone back to them.” His breath comes ragged.

The hatred I feel is all the stronger because of my fear. “You lay out here, bleeding to death, just so you could throw me in the carcel. For revenge. Is that it?” I spit a word at him. He flinches but does not look away.

It is that steady gaze which throws me. No one has looked at me like that--with a caring, a compassion that goes deep.

“You could have died.” I look at the red that seeps ever wider. “You could die.”

“I stayed because someone bled for me once.” His voice is faint. “I want to give you the same chance I was given. That’s all. A chance to get away from this.” He points a pale hand toward the symbols on the walls. “A chance for new life.”

Perhaps I am naïve to believe him. And yet somehow, I do.

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Lynda Schultz 10/19/06
This was very intense - great description. One thing caught my eye - there are no identifying marks as to "who" and "where" except the word "carcel" which indicates a spanish gang. But unless your reader knows at least what language that word comes from, they might not clue in - and perhaps you don't necessarily want them to. All that to say that simply saying "jail" would be fine. Good job.
Pat Guy 10/19/06
I think this is a great story written very well! You carried us along with atmosphere and dialogue. Good job!
Venice Kichura10/20/06
Excellent job of using the present tense & action sentences!
Jesus Puppy 10/20/06
A master at work here. slowly pulling us in with a hint of shadows, making us stretch for imagined past. Desiring to know what is yet to come. Who is Mia and does she finally believe, why DID the officer come, why did Jordan leave without a trace.. The build up of a good story.. Great job of drawing us in.
Donna Powers 10/23/06
This was so well written. It is a very moving story, and left me wanting to read it over and over. Well done!
Thanks for sharing.
william price10/23/06
You tell a nice story. Good job. I enjoyed the pace of the piece. Its intensity was only matched by the craft of the writer. God bless.
Donna Haug10/24/06
There were a couple of spots where I wasn't exactly sure what was happening. But it was certainly very intense and descriptive.
Catrina Bradley 10/25/06
I don't know why you aren't happy with it - I thought it was fabulous on all accounts. Ditto everyone's kudos. I didn't know what "carcel" meant before reading the story, but I immediately figured it out from the context. Good, no EXCELLENT job!
Andrea Hargrove10/25/06
Very vivid imagery. Loved the ending, too.
Sharlyn Guthrie10/25/06
Wow! I love the POV used in your story, and your vivid tale of ultimate sacrifice. I'm guessing you meant to say "wandering" instead of "wondering" early in the story. Small mistake in such a great piece!
Valora Otis10/25/06
Intense is an understatement. Wow! I'm speachless. Great job Amy!
Stacey LaMontagne10/25/06
Sorry Amy! I missed that typo! OOPs! :)

Great story. I think its good too. You are too hard on yourself.

My only hesitation was the ending, but it works well.
Beth Muehlhausen10/26/06
What a thriller! Dramatic and intense. The blood is...shocking...your ending is powerful:

“I stayed because someone bled for me once.” His voice is faint. “I want to give you the same chance I was given. That’s all. A chance to get away from this.” He points a pale hand toward the symbols on the walls. “A chance for new life.”
Brandi Roberts10/26/06
Amy, my dear, you are an enigma. I have NO CLUE how you come up with some stuff. This is so powerful; you had me in tears at the end! Congrats on the placement! You deserve it!
Suzanne R10/26/06
Yuck - and yet wow. Congratulations, Amy. You've done well ... again!
Val Clark10/27/06
Wow Amy, what a great, fast compact and vivid read. Leaves me breathless and wanting more. Yeggy
Sara Harricharan 10/30/07
Great! I think the first POV is right-on, if you can sign that. Excellent writing, and it may be a bit dark but it wouldn't be the same if it weren't. Excellent writing! ^_^