Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Writer Wednesday: Excerpt of "Thou Shalt Not Kill" by: Theresa Oliver
Thou Shalt Not Kill by: Theresa Oliver
We ran back as quickly as we could and told the others, still resting by the river. Within a few moments, we were back at the cave. Everyone was excited as we entered. That is, everyone except for the cheerleaders. They complained it was too dirty and dusty, but even they knew that, although it wasn’t the Ritz, it was shelter from the elements, wild animals, and from—although we didn’t want to think about it—terrorists.
We spent some time working together, clearing the large room of the cave into something livable. There were branches that had blown into the entrance that we clear away. We needed lights to explore the rest of the cave system. With all of us working together, the cave was soon cleared, revealing the gray dust floor and pitted stone walls formed over thousands of years.
Then my stomach growled loudly, unable to be ignored. “Now we just have to find some food,” I said aloud, kind of to myself, but everyone heard.
Derek nodded, his eyebrows pulling together, and lowered his head, thinking.
“What I wouldn’t give for a rifle,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “We could go hunting.”
“Yeah, we could go hunting terrorists,” Scott said mockingly, his smile coming back.
“I was thinking food, but that works, too.”
“Yeah, we need a rifle.”
Then there was dead silence. Everyone was staring at Trevor, then at Scott.
Scott said, “Then let’s get one.”
“Now, wait a minute,” Derek intervened, holding his hand up slightly. “How do you suppose we do that?”
“Well, the terrorists have plenty …” Scott replied, still smiling. A gleam appeared in his eyes.
“And you think we could just walk right up and ask for one?” Derek asked sarcastically.
“No, but we could take one,” Trevor said, looking at Scott conspiratorially.
“Yeah right,” I said sarcastically, fearing what they were thinking, trying to lighten the conversation.
“Yeah, we could,” Trevor said to Scott seriously, ignoring me. “It wouldn’t be hard.”
“Not if they were dead,” Scott said as shock reverberated around the room.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I quickly interrupted. “You aren’t seriously thinking of killing them, are you? Just to get a gun?”
“Why not?” Trevor yelled. “They sure as hell didn’t mind killing us, did they?”
“We’re not dead,” I returned, horrified at what I was hearing.
“Well, you know what I mean,” Trevor said, pacing away, addressing everyone in the cave. “We can’t just sit here, waiting for them to catch us! Waiting to die! And if I’m going down, then I’m going to take some of them with me!”
An agreeing murmur resounded around the room.
“What about the commandment Thou Shalt Not Kill, Trevor? Thou shalt not kill!” I shouted to everyone. “It’s what we’ve been taught. What we believe! And we can’t give up on that. We can’t give up our beliefs, no matter what they did! We can’t forget who we are!”
“So if someone comes in here and tries to kill us, you’ll let them?” Trevor’s voice shook with fury. He clenched his fists until his knuckles were bone white.
“Self defense is one thing, but planning murder is another.” I returned his glare.
“You mean to tell me that if someone came in here and held a gun to my head and you had a gun that you wouldn’t shoot them?” Trevor was an inch away from my face now. Derek was standing on my side, ready to intervene if necessary. Then, Trevor grabbed my face hard by the chin, gritting his teeth, looking me in the eye. “Or what if they were going to shoot you?”
pp. 45-47, Thou Shalt Not Kill, by: Theresa Oliver, set for release ONLINE, 6-8 p.m., this Friday, June 21, 2013! Join us for fun, giveaways, contests and prizes!
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