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In this extract of the story I am producing, I was trying to create serious tension between the two characters. I don't think it is very good ... it certainly isn't the best I can do ... so I was hoping for some harsh critism and things that can help me! Thanks a lot:
Jason burst into the room without invitation.
“Where is it? Where is the fucking file?” he screamed.
“Can’t you … Jesus Christ … what’s happened? You look absolutely terrible! Sit down, please … sit down …” Wilson noted with sickening pleasure all the scratch marks and cuts and gouts on his face … the clotted blood oozing out of his nostrils …
“I am not going to sit down,” Jason hissed, keeping his temper at bay as much as possible. It was as if he was squeezing it into a small compartment, but it just wouldn’t fit.
“Well, I’ll let that be your decision,” Wilson replied, laughing hysterically to himself, trying his absolute best not to let even a smile crack onto his red, stubbly face. He plonked himself into his soft, leather chair, marvelling at the squeaky sound it made when he sat down, and poured himself a brandy. “Now are you sure you don’t want to sit down?”
“Don’t **** with me.”
“Well, that all depends on your definition of the word.” This time, Wilson giggled, and he almost shrieked with glee when he saw Jason’s hands tighten on the table edge.
“You are on your last warning,” Jason cried, “and I am trying to be civilized. You … you have destroyed the man I used to be. You have broken me down, screwed me up … and now … now … I am only asking for a simple favour. And you won’t give it to me. Shit, I have forgiven you. I HAVE FUCKING FORGIVEN YOU!”
“Really? Really now? Well aren’t I happy for you … now close the door after you have left.”
“I … I honestly can’t believe it.”
“Believe it. You are not getting your hands on the file. I have vans waiting outside for your collection. I have been expecting you. You have approximately five minutes to leave the building before they enter this room and execute you. It seems,” said Wilson, pointing to the marks on his face, “that you have had dealings with them already. And I am sure you have found them not so pleasant.” The old man got to his feet and placed his brandy on the table. He slyly cut his hand through the air toward Jason for a handshake, but Jason had slammed the door shut behind him before he could even see the gesture.
Immediately, Wilson picked up the phone.
This most certainly was not expected.
“Shit! Dave? Dave is that you? ****! He’s left! The bastard’s left! Get vans out here quick-time and shoot the fucker before he leaves the building!”
Jason zoomed down the corridor.
In this extract of the story I am producing, I was trying to create serious tension between the two characters. I don't think it is very good ... it certainly isn't the best I can do ... so I was hoping for some harsh critism and things that can help me! Thanks a lot:
Jason burst into the room without invitation.
“Where is it? Where is the fucking file?” he screamed.
“Can’t you … Jesus Christ … what’s happened? You look absolutely terrible! Sit down, please … sit down …” Wilson noted with sickening pleasure all the scratch marks and cuts and gouts on his face … the clotted blood oozing out of his nostrils …
“I am not going to sit down,” Jason hissed, keeping his temper at bay as much as possible. It was as if he was squeezing it into a small compartment, but it just wouldn’t fit.
“Well, I’ll let that be your decision,” Wilson replied, laughing hysterically to himself, trying his absolute best not to let even a smile crack onto his red, stubbly face. He plonked himself into his soft, leather chair, marvelling at the squeaky sound it made when he sat down, and poured himself a brandy. “Now are you sure you don’t want to sit down?”
“Don’t **** with me.”
“Well, that all depends on your definition of the word.” This time, Wilson giggled, and he almost shrieked with glee when he saw Jason’s hands tighten on the table edge.
“You are on your last warning,” Jason cried, “and I am trying to be civilized. You … you have destroyed the man I used to be. You have broken me down, screwed me up … and now … now … I am only asking for a simple favour. And you won’t give it to me. Shit, I have forgiven you. I HAVE FUCKING FORGIVEN YOU!”
“Really? Really now? Well aren’t I happy for you … now close the door after you have left.”
“I … I honestly can’t believe it.”
“Believe it. You are not getting your hands on the file. I have vans waiting outside for your collection. I have been expecting you. You have approximately five minutes to leave the building before they enter this room and execute you. It seems,” said Wilson, pointing to the marks on his face, “that you have had dealings with them already. And I am sure you have found them not so pleasant.” The old man got to his feet and placed his brandy on the table. He slyly cut his hand through the air toward Jason for a handshake, but Jason had slammed the door shut behind him before he could even see the gesture.
Immediately, Wilson picked up the phone.
This most certainly was not expected.
“Shit! Dave? Dave is that you? ****! He’s left! The bastard’s left! Get vans out here quick-time and shoot the fucker before he leaves the building!”
Jason zoomed down the corridor.