*~Adrian's Graveyard~* Excerpt ~ "Cornered in Crimson"
Posted January 11th, 2013 by maxi
in Erissa, Erilea, Westeros, The New York Institute, Roshar, Scadrial, New Chicago, Eye of the World, Metallica and Questeria
A/N: asdfghjkllkjhgfdsa I FINALLY POSTED SOME(thing. x_x) AG EXCERPT! Though, this one is more of the suspense type than the dramatic fighting scene type. ;__; I was gonna post this other climax excerpt but I couldn't be bothered. *__* If you were wondering, NO, this is not from one of the AG Notebooks I am writing in. I just wanted to write it, okay? =_= This is also 700 words; well, 698 words. x_x WHATEVER DOES IT MATTER and this actual chapter would be about 10x or 20x bigger than what this excerpt is. >_> Yeah, sorry about the long-y-ness of the chapters. ._. They seriously just turn out that way.
ANYWAYS WE DON'T NEED TO GET INTO DAT BUSINESS
WELCOME TO MY BOOK'S EXCERPTS
(I WILL HAVE THE ACTUAL PROLOGUE AFTER I WRITE MOAR
;_; I'M PROMISING YOU.
(LOL WHAT? xD)
All the people—every single one in the Graveyard’s Mansion—they say he is the good guy; they say “He’s everything I want to be…” and more things just to cheer Adrian up and put that cheery and nostalgically warm smile against the pale skin of his face. And he was always cheery with great excitement and always wanting to know if he was still alive with air. Not all the time he felt that way, however, and this was a bad. And he was always cheery with great excitement and always wanting to know if he was still alive with air. Not all the time he felt that way, however, and this was a bad yet a good thing for him.
Gosh, don’t kill me don’t kill me please no no no please GOD NO!—Adrian’s lungs screamed inside of him, feeling like an implosion was all his body needed to die; to curl up into a scrawny and little rough ball of nothingness…and die.
“…Fletcher, Kelly…helpme!” Adrian whispered ever so quietly, it was hard to even hear him breathe—breathing was something he didn’t want to do. He just wanted to hide in this dark closet filled with spiders and cobwebs forevermore until the sun burnt the Earth. Don’t find me here I don’t want to die please god let him get away from me please please please I hate him so muuuch—
There was a bump that had made the boy frighten and tense up consumed to the point where he just wanted to scream and shout and let it all out from his empty soul (that was if it hadn’t been taken by his brother…)—is there any point in having this Graveyard? Now that the zombies and—Yet again, the bump continued and Adrian continued to be freaked out way too much. But no noises entered the closet he was in at this moment…no, it wasn’t that. Though there was more to be afraid of also—the fact that what had happened to Alex’s Lab and what happened to Samuel’s Sanctuary—but Adrian didn’t care about his brother or his father. Both of them were despicable and cruel huma—creatures that and none of them should deserve to live because they were—
“Oh, no. Crapping no way! Somebody is in the room—oh my gosh!—don’t be my father. Please don’t be Samuel—please,” Adrian’s mouth blabbered on and on as thoughts continued to enter in and out his mind. The slightly chestnut brown door creaked open with a screech, as it was aligned with pure darkness, the night already out and the moon in its place.
Adrian didn’t want to be here alone—yet alone being here in the first place, hiding from the person who used to be a guardian of his—but the climax (well, at least, to him) was rising and rising so high that there was no explanation for a word. The war was on yet it was not really a war but more of a big Graveyard chaos that was consuming into this area; into the closet; into everything that Adrian was scared of and everything that hewould be scared of, in that case. Footsteps lurked into the room as far as the eye could see and yet again, Adrian felt like there was no reason to live anymore.
“…Fight me, Adrian…” a voice that was quite familiar to him whispered so low that it sounded like a whole new world had gathered as Adrian was in that clos—“…fight me and everything shall be okay. Fight me now…or I’ll fight you inside there as I shall throw you off the ledge off the balcony…” it hissed another couple of sentences, hollering motions and gestures with the person’s hands. “NOW! RIGHT NOW, ADRIAN!!!” Adrian knew that voice now yet he was too scared to let it slip out of his mouth—but he did it and didn’t care what anybody thought.
As he opened the door of the creaky closet, Adrian saw the muscular man that had ruined his dreams, power, his doubt, his love, his skills and hobbies.
“Ha ha, Daddy’s home…” said Alex Meclow.
A/N: ;_; Sorry for typos/spellings/word bizzo. It's MS Word being stupid after copy and past. ^v^
Also, I posted a sneak peek of AG once...(forget I posted that and never look at it)...
THE EXCERPT WAS FROM CHAPTER TWENTY-SOMETHING. I FORGET. >_>
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