I'm working on a novel here's a excerpt of the first chapter. Its just a first draft. Don't judge me.
"I’m on the run. As I speedily make my way through parts of this forest I have never been to I hold a gun. It is not mine, It feels strange in my hand, I have never used it or really any other weapon but today with the current circumstances I might just have to change that. There gaining on me, I can hear their voices. They are shooting at me, the lasers are just missing and if I don’t run faster and they gain on me they will not miss. I am in danger. It’s my life or there’s. I don’t pick. I can’t bring myself to shooting anyone, but if I don’t they will. Four genetically altered guys who want to kill me. What are my chances anyway? I am running for my life. Lasers graze the top of my head as I duck. They want to kill me and they will do anything to make sure it happens. If I don’t die they will. Why am I running? Why don’t I turn myself in? I am the only one that can save them but I don’t. They’re getting closer. “Just turn yourself in now, and then at least we don’t have to shoot you.” One man says. I don’t turn around to see his face but his voice is unmistakable: my brother. I don’t respond, the pain is too much, I am being chased my brother he wants to kill me, but only so he can live. Why don’t I just let him? He has a child, people who love him. I am just Troy, plain ole’ Troy. Not mentioned, recognized, and not loved. Why don’t I just turn myself in? Why am I so selfish? I keep running I want to shoot them but I can’t. I can’t kill anyone especially my brother. I have to. I squeeze the gun tighter. I find a tree to hide behind I lift it and I shoot. I immediately hear one fall and groan. One down, three to go. How am I doing this? I shoot again but I miss. Once again I shoot, this time I don’t miss and my stomach turns I am killer I think to myself. I pull the trigger once more, the other man falls. There is one more left: my brother. I can’t kill him, he is family. He runs faster. I start running again, this is the end, I am going to die. Goodbye world I say to myself. I try to run faster but it is not working. I was never faster than him, really I was never as athletic as him period. My life is flashing before me. I think of my family, my first day of school. I think of my first roller stick. I think of all the major events in my life. I think of how nobody ever told me who I was. I think of my family again. Then I wonder why my brother is so intently trying to kill me. Yesterday we were brothers for life; there was nothing that came between us. I thought that family sticks together. That family looks out for each other. But family chases me, they want me dead. For what: my blood. “Blaise!” I shout helplessly but it is too late. My brother shoots me. My own brother shoots me, and I fall. I drop to the ground."