|ROBERT V. S. REDICK|
DONALD MAASS WRITE TIP #100
About what is your MC utterly right? Pull the rug. Prove her utterly wrong. Force her to rebuild.
The Wyrd Wielder gripped the door. In the neon lights, Elleree could see that the veins stood out as if the flow of his blood was damned there.
“This is your last chance to walk away,” he said desperately. “Elleree! If you go now…I know I could let you leave and not go looking for you later.” The words gritted out between his teeth when he begged. “Don’t leave it until it’s too late. I want to get this right.”
“Kayl, I know you aren’t bad. You're a good person. You told me to leave you. Don’t you see? You proved you have goodness inside.”
“Any one is capable of one good act – if it sneaks up on them and the let it slide because they have other things to occupy them. When you go I won’t feel good about it.”
“That’s because you’ll miss me.” Elleree reached out for him but he shrank back behind the protection of the door, and her fingers hardly disturbed the fabric of his robe.
He shuddered. “That’s one way to describe it.”
Elleree ignored Kayl’s frown. She tried again. “But…We love each other.
“That one I can’t deny. I recognise the way my body feels.”
“Let me stay. I’ve kept up the stupid boundaries you demanded I use for too long. I want to hold you and help you find the good in you. Every day, I want to tell you that you are good – that you deserve to be loved.”
“No. You need to go. You have to go,” he said as soon as she’d finished. “There’s only so much light in here and it’s fading…fast.
She stared around at the neons he'd installed on every surface of his room. She shook her head. “You weren’t born dark inside. No one is born that way,” Elleree said desperately. “If you think about it, it was the things that happened to you after you were born that messed you up. But you know what they did to you –it was awful – but you know… so we can work through it.”
“I can’t keep saying this much longer – Elleree, you have to go.”
“Please, no. You might have more temptation – more of an inclination to the bad – but, it’s the way you live your life that defines you.”
Kayl made a strangled noise. He was laughing and crying at the same time. “No. No”
“Poor, poor Kayl. Don’t be sad. Everyone knows what it’s like to want to do something bad.” Her voice tightened. “Sometimes they even do it… that doesn’t make them bad. I’m not perfect, you know.”
“Poor Kayl,” he said and his voice dripped with sarcasm. He smiled. “I know what I am. I accept my nature – I relish it.” There was no humour softening his face; his teeth and eyes were unnaturally bright and sharp.
Elleree stumbled, shivering hot then cold, as she edged away from him. The opening was narrow, the corridor dark. Even safely on the other side of the door, her heart raced.
“So…You let your self-control go sometimes, Elleree?” The Wielder tilted his head towards his shoulder, and narrowed his eyes as he studied her. “I would like to see that.”
She shook her head. From the soft light of the corridor, she could see him: cloaked in his power, he looked impervious -- far from human. “Oh, Kayl,” she whispered.
“As I see it, I am all that really matters. And I am so very good at being really and truly bad,” Kayl said with absolute clarity.
IS YOUR MC SO SURE ABOUT SOMETHING IT JUST HAS TO BE WRONG?