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Another english essay of mine from early last year. Having been given the title of Envy, I decided to produce my own version of HHH's plot to incapacitate Austin. It's not that good, but Ant wanted short stories and I couldn't be bothered to write a new one!
Envy is only a four-letter word.
1: Expectation
“I got the promotion, not you. I began it all about 10 years ago in Raleigh, North Carolina. I made that parking lot a place you would never forget. Why would I send you in alone? Why would I tell the swat team to hold their fire, to fall back? Why would anyone run from you? Because it was all a set-up. I made sure you never saw it coming. . I got the money, not you. I was the mastermind, and in the time you were recuperating I ran the FBI. It must have been hell for you Mc Queen. It must have been hell for you to sit at home, and have the headlines flashed at you from every direction, knowing that you should have dominated those headlines; and instead, it was me. I got the girl, not you! Chris Irvine was the new big name. Alec Mc Queen just faded away. The dust settled on the golden boy.”
2: Nonchalance
The tip-off had been made, and the bust was imminent. Alec Mc Queen thought about the strategy he was raised on, the stealth he was gifted with, and the adrenalin he feasted on. Of these three things he though, and of nothing else, and he was silent whilst Irvine briefed the rest of the team.
“You ready team?” Irvine’s words brought him back. “Mc Queen! This is no time for complacency hot-shot!” This last statement had a strange tone which Alec couldn’t quite identify. Was it concern…or malice?
“You do your job, and we’ll all do ours!”
Alec despised the man who had been elected team leader ahead of him. He was the best. Everybody knew it, and Alec knew it. Irvine was the older man by two months. They had graduated together, played college football together and joined the force together back home in Wisconsin. But Alec had to admit, whether he liked it or not, that Irvine was a hell of an agent. They had all been in the spotlight recently, with promotions in the works; it was just a matter of who stayed there. It was survival of the fittest, and Alec had been working out. Little did he realise that as his personal trainer, Irvine must have been one step ahead.
But Alec could peruse that thought another time. Now was the crunch. He crept into the cold parking lot. He had his doubts about the point of entry that had been chosen for him, and had his past missions ever involved him going in alone? He dismissed the feelings in view of the fact that he would soon call the shots, and everything would be done his way. Right now, he had to focus on the job in hand. His muscles tensed under the body armour, and he sucked in his body’s increasing oxygen demand. Going this far without a contact was rare. Something must be wrong. He could hear a low screech but his view was obstructed by a red truck. Now the noise became apparent. He spun round on his heels and gave the rat the fright of its life. But the noise didn’t stop before he had finished exhaling. Instead it became louder, and he turned again, panicking now. Where was his back-up? He started to run, disorientated by the bright lights in his head. He whispered into his radio, stopping and crouching low: “This is Mc Queen. I need help. My position is compromised and I’m coming out. Over…” The radio crackled for a while before his reply came, faintly distorted by the screeching: “No you’re not, Alec, you’re not ever coming out…” Alec couldn’t decide which troubled him more, the voice or the screeching getting louder. The parking lot was now bathed in a red glow and in the distance he could make out the bright lights he had seen before. Alec tried the radio again-the voice was laughing. The screeching was deafening and the voice was laughing over it all and the lights were dazzling and Alec’s body bounced off the pillar before slumping against the steel mesh fence. The lights faded away, the screeching was warmly muffled, and the radio was dead.
3: Vanity
It was so hard for me to sit there and answer constant questions from the press. “No comment.” When really I was gagging to tell somebody-to reveal the truth. But I know your torture was worse than mine, Alec. You had to live with the corrosive fact that someone had ended your career, and you didn’t even know who it was! And you didn’t, did you? After all, nearly everyone in the pentagon had a motive to get rid of you. Brilliant, technically perfect in every strategical way…except of course one way. My way. Had you had any common sense at all you could have worked out that it was me. I was the only one who could have ensured that you were in that place, at that time, alone. But the genius was when you came back. You came back, and you interrogated every last affiliate of the FBI. Even me; but I was able to tell you the truth; because I didn’t run you down Mc Queen, regrettably. And you believed me. After all, we’ve always been “friends” in one sense of the word. No, I didn’t run you down like a dog. Paul was only too glad to do it for me.
4: Yearning
Irvine opened the note the waiter brought with the bill. It was in a familiar angry scrawl which he couldn’t quite remember:
But I came back, didn’t I Chris? And I will have my revenge yet on Paul Levesque. As you know, he pretended he did it for James. His excuse was that he wanted to see one of his own kind rise to the top. His price was that you opened the door for him. And he made his way into other peoples hearts by making coffee and fetching doughnuts. So who did pay him? One of his own kind, that could only mean James. But James wasn’t there on the night. I was foolish for thinking he had to be. So when I returned, I focused my attentions on him. After all, he benefited most from those 10 months of misery. I was temporarily paralysed, and when I recovered I had to have a knee reconstruction. Do you know, Irvine, how I found out? Paul told me. He said that you’d left him out of everything you’d achieved, and lets face it, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have achieved anything. I left him blackened and whispering your name. Just think where you’re sitting now. The same table at which we all celebrated your promotion. Do me a favour, Chris will you? Look across the street.
Irvine knew what was coming. There was Mc Queen, and he did not look happy, and Irvine couldn’t run this time.And his sights went red.
Envy is only a four-letter word.
1: Expectation
“I got the promotion, not you. I began it all about 10 years ago in Raleigh, North Carolina. I made that parking lot a place you would never forget. Why would I send you in alone? Why would I tell the swat team to hold their fire, to fall back? Why would anyone run from you? Because it was all a set-up. I made sure you never saw it coming. . I got the money, not you. I was the mastermind, and in the time you were recuperating I ran the FBI. It must have been hell for you Mc Queen. It must have been hell for you to sit at home, and have the headlines flashed at you from every direction, knowing that you should have dominated those headlines; and instead, it was me. I got the girl, not you! Chris Irvine was the new big name. Alec Mc Queen just faded away. The dust settled on the golden boy.”
2: Nonchalance
The tip-off had been made, and the bust was imminent. Alec Mc Queen thought about the strategy he was raised on, the stealth he was gifted with, and the adrenalin he feasted on. Of these three things he though, and of nothing else, and he was silent whilst Irvine briefed the rest of the team.
“You ready team?” Irvine’s words brought him back. “Mc Queen! This is no time for complacency hot-shot!” This last statement had a strange tone which Alec couldn’t quite identify. Was it concern…or malice?
“You do your job, and we’ll all do ours!”
Alec despised the man who had been elected team leader ahead of him. He was the best. Everybody knew it, and Alec knew it. Irvine was the older man by two months. They had graduated together, played college football together and joined the force together back home in Wisconsin. But Alec had to admit, whether he liked it or not, that Irvine was a hell of an agent. They had all been in the spotlight recently, with promotions in the works; it was just a matter of who stayed there. It was survival of the fittest, and Alec had been working out. Little did he realise that as his personal trainer, Irvine must have been one step ahead.
But Alec could peruse that thought another time. Now was the crunch. He crept into the cold parking lot. He had his doubts about the point of entry that had been chosen for him, and had his past missions ever involved him going in alone? He dismissed the feelings in view of the fact that he would soon call the shots, and everything would be done his way. Right now, he had to focus on the job in hand. His muscles tensed under the body armour, and he sucked in his body’s increasing oxygen demand. Going this far without a contact was rare. Something must be wrong. He could hear a low screech but his view was obstructed by a red truck. Now the noise became apparent. He spun round on his heels and gave the rat the fright of its life. But the noise didn’t stop before he had finished exhaling. Instead it became louder, and he turned again, panicking now. Where was his back-up? He started to run, disorientated by the bright lights in his head. He whispered into his radio, stopping and crouching low: “This is Mc Queen. I need help. My position is compromised and I’m coming out. Over…” The radio crackled for a while before his reply came, faintly distorted by the screeching: “No you’re not, Alec, you’re not ever coming out…” Alec couldn’t decide which troubled him more, the voice or the screeching getting louder. The parking lot was now bathed in a red glow and in the distance he could make out the bright lights he had seen before. Alec tried the radio again-the voice was laughing. The screeching was deafening and the voice was laughing over it all and the lights were dazzling and Alec’s body bounced off the pillar before slumping against the steel mesh fence. The lights faded away, the screeching was warmly muffled, and the radio was dead.
3: Vanity
It was so hard for me to sit there and answer constant questions from the press. “No comment.” When really I was gagging to tell somebody-to reveal the truth. But I know your torture was worse than mine, Alec. You had to live with the corrosive fact that someone had ended your career, and you didn’t even know who it was! And you didn’t, did you? After all, nearly everyone in the pentagon had a motive to get rid of you. Brilliant, technically perfect in every strategical way…except of course one way. My way. Had you had any common sense at all you could have worked out that it was me. I was the only one who could have ensured that you were in that place, at that time, alone. But the genius was when you came back. You came back, and you interrogated every last affiliate of the FBI. Even me; but I was able to tell you the truth; because I didn’t run you down Mc Queen, regrettably. And you believed me. After all, we’ve always been “friends” in one sense of the word. No, I didn’t run you down like a dog. Paul was only too glad to do it for me.
4: Yearning
Irvine opened the note the waiter brought with the bill. It was in a familiar angry scrawl which he couldn’t quite remember:
But I came back, didn’t I Chris? And I will have my revenge yet on Paul Levesque. As you know, he pretended he did it for James. His excuse was that he wanted to see one of his own kind rise to the top. His price was that you opened the door for him. And he made his way into other peoples hearts by making coffee and fetching doughnuts. So who did pay him? One of his own kind, that could only mean James. But James wasn’t there on the night. I was foolish for thinking he had to be. So when I returned, I focused my attentions on him. After all, he benefited most from those 10 months of misery. I was temporarily paralysed, and when I recovered I had to have a knee reconstruction. Do you know, Irvine, how I found out? Paul told me. He said that you’d left him out of everything you’d achieved, and lets face it, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have achieved anything. I left him blackened and whispering your name. Just think where you’re sitting now. The same table at which we all celebrated your promotion. Do me a favour, Chris will you? Look across the street.
Irvine knew what was coming. There was Mc Queen, and he did not look happy, and Irvine couldn’t run this time.And his sights went red.
That was very short.
Another english essay of mine from early last year. Having been given the title of Envy, I decided to produce my own version of HHH's plot to incapacitate Austin. It's not that good, but Ant wanted short stories and I couldn't be bothered to write a new one!
Envy is only a four-letter word.
1: Expectation
“I got the promotion, not you. I began it all about 10 years ago in Raleigh, North Carolina. I made that parking lot a place you would never forget. Why would I send you in alone? Why would I tell the swat team to hold their fire, to fall back? Why would anyone run from you? Because it was all a set-up. I made sure you never saw it coming. . I got the money, not you. I was the mastermind, and in the time you were recuperating I ran the FBI. It must have been hell for you Mc Queen. It must have been hell for you to sit at home, and have the headlines flashed at you from every direction, knowing that you should have dominated those headlines; and instead, it was me. I got the girl, not you! Chris Irvine was the new big name. Alec Mc Queen just faded away. The dust settled on the golden boy.”
2: Nonchalance
The tip-off had been made, and the bust was imminent. Alec Mc Queen thought about the strategy he was raised on, the stealth he was gifted with, and the adrenalin he feasted on. Of these three things he though, and of nothing else, and he was silent whilst Irvine briefed the rest of the team.
“You ready team?” Irvine’s words brought him back. “Mc Queen! This is no time for complacency hot-shot!” This last statement had a strange tone which Alec couldn’t quite identify. Was it concern…or malice?
“You do your job, and we’ll all do ours!”
Alec despised the man who had been elected team leader ahead of him. He was the best. Everybody knew it, and Alec knew it. Irvine was the older man by two months. They had graduated together, played college football together and joined the force together back home in Wisconsin. But Alec had to admit, whether he liked it or not, that Irvine was a hell of an agent. They had all been in the spotlight recently, with promotions in the works; it was just a matter of who stayed there. It was survival of the fittest, and Alec had been working out. Little did he realise that as his personal trainer, Irvine must have been one step ahead.
But Alec could peruse that thought another time. Now was the crunch. He crept into the cold parking lot. He had his doubts about the point of entry that had been chosen for him, and had his past missions ever involved him going in alone? He dismissed the feelings in view of the fact that he would soon call the shots, and everything would be done his way. Right now, he had to focus on the job in hand. His muscles tensed under the body armour, and he sucked in his body’s increasing oxygen demand. Going this far without a contact was rare. Something must be wrong. He could hear a low screech but his view was obstructed by a red truck. Now the noise became apparent. He spun round on his heels and gave the rat the fright of its life. But the noise didn’t stop before he had finished exhaling. Instead it became louder, and he turned again, panicking now. Where was his back-up? He started to run, disorientated by the bright lights in his head. He whispered into his radio, stopping and crouching low: “This is Mc Queen. I need help. My position is compromised and I’m coming out. Over…” The radio crackled for a while before his reply came, faintly distorted by the screeching: “No you’re not, Alec, you’re not ever coming out…” Alec couldn’t decide which troubled him more, the voice or the screeching getting louder. The parking lot was now bathed in a red glow and in the distance he could make out the bright lights he had seen before. Alec tried the radio again-the voice was laughing. The screeching was deafening and the voice was laughing over it all and the lights were dazzling and Alec’s body bounced off the pillar before slumping against the steel mesh fence. The lights faded away, the screeching was warmly muffled, and the radio was dead.
3: Vanity
It was so hard for me to sit there and answer constant questions from the press. “No comment.” When really I was gagging to tell somebody-to reveal the truth. But I know your torture was worse than mine, Alec. You had to live with the corrosive fact that someone had ended your career, and you didn’t even know who it was! And you didn’t, did you? After all, nearly everyone in the pentagon had a motive to get rid of you. Brilliant, technically perfect in every strategical way…except of course one way. My way. Had you had any common sense at all you could have worked out that it was me. I was the only one who could have ensured that you were in that place, at that time, alone. But the genius was when you came back. You came back, and you interrogated every last affiliate of the FBI. Even me; but I was able to tell you the truth; because I didn’t run you down Mc Queen, regrettably. And you believed me. After all, we’ve always been “friends” in one sense of the word. No, I didn’t run you down like a dog. Paul was only too glad to do it for me.
4: Yearning
Irvine opened the note the waiter brought with the bill. It was in a familiar angry scrawl which he couldn’t quite remember:
But I came back, didn’t I Chris? And I will have my revenge yet on Paul Levesque. As you know, he pretended he did it for James. His excuse was that he wanted to see one of his own kind rise to the top. His price was that you opened the door for him. And he made his way into other peoples hearts by making coffee and fetching doughnuts. So who did pay him? One of his own kind, that could only mean James. But James wasn’t there on the night. I was foolish for thinking he had to be. So when I returned, I focused my attentions on him. After all, he benefited most from those 10 months of misery. I was temporarily paralysed, and when I recovered I had to have a knee reconstruction. Do you know, Irvine, how I found out? Paul told me. He said that you’d left him out of everything you’d achieved, and lets face it, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have achieved anything. I left him blackened and whispering your name. Just think where you’re sitting now. The same table at which we all celebrated your promotion. Do me a favour, Chris will you? Look across the street.
Irvine knew what was coming. There was Mc Queen, and he did not look happy, and Irvine couldn’t run this time.And his sights went red.
Envy is only a four-letter word.
1: Expectation
“I got the promotion, not you. I began it all about 10 years ago in Raleigh, North Carolina. I made that parking lot a place you would never forget. Why would I send you in alone? Why would I tell the swat team to hold their fire, to fall back? Why would anyone run from you? Because it was all a set-up. I made sure you never saw it coming. . I got the money, not you. I was the mastermind, and in the time you were recuperating I ran the FBI. It must have been hell for you Mc Queen. It must have been hell for you to sit at home, and have the headlines flashed at you from every direction, knowing that you should have dominated those headlines; and instead, it was me. I got the girl, not you! Chris Irvine was the new big name. Alec Mc Queen just faded away. The dust settled on the golden boy.”
2: Nonchalance
The tip-off had been made, and the bust was imminent. Alec Mc Queen thought about the strategy he was raised on, the stealth he was gifted with, and the adrenalin he feasted on. Of these three things he though, and of nothing else, and he was silent whilst Irvine briefed the rest of the team.
“You ready team?” Irvine’s words brought him back. “Mc Queen! This is no time for complacency hot-shot!” This last statement had a strange tone which Alec couldn’t quite identify. Was it concern…or malice?
“You do your job, and we’ll all do ours!”
Alec despised the man who had been elected team leader ahead of him. He was the best. Everybody knew it, and Alec knew it. Irvine was the older man by two months. They had graduated together, played college football together and joined the force together back home in Wisconsin. But Alec had to admit, whether he liked it or not, that Irvine was a hell of an agent. They had all been in the spotlight recently, with promotions in the works; it was just a matter of who stayed there. It was survival of the fittest, and Alec had been working out. Little did he realise that as his personal trainer, Irvine must have been one step ahead.
But Alec could peruse that thought another time. Now was the crunch. He crept into the cold parking lot. He had his doubts about the point of entry that had been chosen for him, and had his past missions ever involved him going in alone? He dismissed the feelings in view of the fact that he would soon call the shots, and everything would be done his way. Right now, he had to focus on the job in hand. His muscles tensed under the body armour, and he sucked in his body’s increasing oxygen demand. Going this far without a contact was rare. Something must be wrong. He could hear a low screech but his view was obstructed by a red truck. Now the noise became apparent. He spun round on his heels and gave the rat the fright of its life. But the noise didn’t stop before he had finished exhaling. Instead it became louder, and he turned again, panicking now. Where was his back-up? He started to run, disorientated by the bright lights in his head. He whispered into his radio, stopping and crouching low: “This is Mc Queen. I need help. My position is compromised and I’m coming out. Over…” The radio crackled for a while before his reply came, faintly distorted by the screeching: “No you’re not, Alec, you’re not ever coming out…” Alec couldn’t decide which troubled him more, the voice or the screeching getting louder. The parking lot was now bathed in a red glow and in the distance he could make out the bright lights he had seen before. Alec tried the radio again-the voice was laughing. The screeching was deafening and the voice was laughing over it all and the lights were dazzling and Alec’s body bounced off the pillar before slumping against the steel mesh fence. The lights faded away, the screeching was warmly muffled, and the radio was dead.
3: Vanity
It was so hard for me to sit there and answer constant questions from the press. “No comment.” When really I was gagging to tell somebody-to reveal the truth. But I know your torture was worse than mine, Alec. You had to live with the corrosive fact that someone had ended your career, and you didn’t even know who it was! And you didn’t, did you? After all, nearly everyone in the pentagon had a motive to get rid of you. Brilliant, technically perfect in every strategical way…except of course one way. My way. Had you had any common sense at all you could have worked out that it was me. I was the only one who could have ensured that you were in that place, at that time, alone. But the genius was when you came back. You came back, and you interrogated every last affiliate of the FBI. Even me; but I was able to tell you the truth; because I didn’t run you down Mc Queen, regrettably. And you believed me. After all, we’ve always been “friends” in one sense of the word. No, I didn’t run you down like a dog. Paul was only too glad to do it for me.
4: Yearning
Irvine opened the note the waiter brought with the bill. It was in a familiar angry scrawl which he couldn’t quite remember:
But I came back, didn’t I Chris? And I will have my revenge yet on Paul Levesque. As you know, he pretended he did it for James. His excuse was that he wanted to see one of his own kind rise to the top. His price was that you opened the door for him. And he made his way into other peoples hearts by making coffee and fetching doughnuts. So who did pay him? One of his own kind, that could only mean James. But James wasn’t there on the night. I was foolish for thinking he had to be. So when I returned, I focused my attentions on him. After all, he benefited most from those 10 months of misery. I was temporarily paralysed, and when I recovered I had to have a knee reconstruction. Do you know, Irvine, how I found out? Paul told me. He said that you’d left him out of everything you’d achieved, and lets face it, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have achieved anything. I left him blackened and whispering your name. Just think where you’re sitting now. The same table at which we all celebrated your promotion. Do me a favour, Chris will you? Look across the street.
Irvine knew what was coming. There was Mc Queen, and he did not look happy, and Irvine couldn’t run this time.And his sights went red.