I Killed a Hunk

All authors have said it at least once: killing a character is never fun. We love them, even the bad ones. We cherish them and work hard to breathe life into them. We learn their merits and their flaws, craft their physics and their mind, and push them to their limits for the sake of the story.
Characters become a part of a writer’s life. We get to know them so much that our alarms go off when we are about to write something illogical for them. Authors say that they speak to their characters and, more often than not, it’s kind of true. It’s a way for our subconscious to guide us through the story.
Ending a character’s life hurts deeply.

A few weeks ago, I killed a hunk. It hurt. I felt uneasy about it for quite sometime. It was so useful and convenient to kill him. It moved the plot forward. I created him so he could be the sacrificial lamb. I didn’t want him dead but he had to be; it was his purpose.
After a little mourning a lot of arguing with myself, I finally decided to move on though something wasn’t feeling quite right. And it pained me. And I obsessed over it. Such are the writer’s woes.

Guess what I found out yesterday?
The sleazy bastard had been lying to me! How dared he hide this huge piece of information from me? I could have accepted that he had three wifes and was a drug dealer even though I thought he was perfect. How much impact could that have on my feelings?
But this!
I mean, it was somehow in there, carefully hidden behind his acts, but I never even suspected what motivated him. It opens up a whole plotline that I’ll have to weave into the rest of the book. Thanks a lot, hunky jackass!
You know what? I’m glad I killed him!
He deserves nothing more than dirt, maggots and funky rotting smells. I mean it! I was so surprised and upset, and happy, and pissed! Talk about an emotional rollercoaster. Characters shouldn’t do that to their writers.
The worst thing is that killing him turns him into an effing Greek tragedy hero. In other words, He. Wins. Anyway!
I think I’ll rewrite his death scene just to bask in his terror. Better yet, since I’m writing Urban Fantasy, I think I’ll resuscitate him so he can taste happiness before I yank it all away again. That ought to teach him!

The lesson behind my elucubration is twofold.
Firstly, my novel is going to be way better than I thought. *shrugs*
Secondly, writing is a high risk occupation and should not be attempted at home by people with heart or blood pressure problems.
(“So what the heck am I doing here?” the ones privy to my health’s ebbs and flows might ask. And to that, my friend Sabrina would say that in my case, writing is therapeutic: it’s when I don’t write that my heart starts going crazy.)

PS: For those of you readers of the 2010 story who worry about Casey; he is indeed a hunk but he ain’t dead… yet… not that I’ll kill him… Are you doubting yet? *evil grin*


About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

7 responses to “I Killed a Hunk

  • Sabrina


    Well, it might be a bad way to trip on the fact he hid from you – I agree on the fact writers should never learn things about their characters that way (even if it happens all the time).

    But you now, you shouln’t be upset… He was trying to help you

    *Runs away giggling madly*

    • Sabrina

      … that was a “know”, not a now. Hmm. My K-key’s a bit hard sometimes, I guess I’ll have to look for it someday. Sorry.

    • Aheïla

      *stick her tongue out*

      The control freak in me does not appreciate being manipulated!

      • Sabrina

        *Giggles again*

        Yeah, well, it’s a good surprise anyway. Think about it – what would have become of your girl if he really was secretly a mafioso ? She would be running for her life twice the time you planned for it ! ^^ Better be that way, hmm ? ^^

      • Aheïla

        He would just have been dead. No reason for the mafioso to go after her.
        Think about the emotional trauma she’ll have to pull through because of what he hid! She’s feeling guilty enough as is!
        What about our feeling?

  • Phil

    Characters do all kinds of strange, unexpected things to writers, which you know better than I do, and sometimes ya just have to let ’em, but all the while knowing, or at least believing, you’ll have the final say, even if emotions over a character’s fate are mixed and you find yourself regretting things. Don’t you think it makes for fun, though, even if it’s darn frustrating!

    • Aheïla

      Yes it does. However, discovering that he hid so much from me really took me by surprise! I swear, had he been flesh and blood, I would have strangled him. *laughs*

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