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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Prologue

Aaron Milligan sat slouched over on a bar's spinning chair. His hair was full of grease, and his clothes were covered with dirt. A puddle of beer lay on the counter in front of him, and a half empty glass was gripped tightly in his hand. "Hey, Morris."

The bartender, and owner of the building, walked over to the drunken man, "Whadaya want now Aaron?"

"I...I just wanted to say." Aaron's words were extremely slurred as they came out of his alcohol drenched mouth, "You are the best, the BEST friend ever."

"You aint gettin a free drink."

"Screw you." Aaron let his face fall into the puddle of beer. He stayed in the bar for the entire day, talking to everyone who came in. When the sun set, people flooded in to the place.

Morris turned the sound system on, and began to blast age old music called rock. Despite being centuries old, it was still popular. It wasn't playing long before Aaron disappeared from the bar table.

There was a loud crash, causing everyone to stare at a drunken man, stumbling over a shattered power cord. Morris' jaw dropped, "Aaron, what the hell are ya doing!?"

"Play something new, Marty!"

"Aaron, first of all, my name aint Marty, and second, you now owe me two thousand for a new core."

The drunk guffawed, "How bout I tell everyone a story instead?"

Morris ran his fingers through his hair, "Oh god, not again."

Aaron stretched out is arms, and took a deep breath, "Get ready people. Okay, well, when I was just a wee fourteen year old, my mommy and daddy got in a huge fight. So after a while, I hear aghhhh! So I go in, and it so happens to be that my dad STABBED my mom! Wait...no it's the other way around. And it so happens to be that my MOM stabbed my DAD! I swear to-." Aaron stumbled, and let out a hiccup, "to god! It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen."

Aaron's crowd was shocked, their jaws on the floor. Then he continued, "So, now I'm all like, what a crazy bit-"The man lurched forward, and vomited onto the floor. People "Eww"ed and "Ohh"ed as he slipped on it and fell to his knees, "Hey, who wants to read the suicide notes I wrote!?"

That was his final line of the night. Directly after saying it, he passed out cold, hitting his face on the hard wood floor. Morris put his face in his palms, then spoke up, "Okay, everyone out, everyone out! Jesus Christ."

When Aaron woke up, Morris was dabbing a cut above his eye with alcohol, "Ahh! That stings."

"Suck it up." The bar tender replied. Morris let out a long sigh, "Why do ya do this Aaron?"

"What, puke on your floor?"

Morris shook his head, "You make a joke outta yourself. It ain't right. You're a good lookin' young man. Make somethin' of ya-self!" Then he winced, "Take an old friend's advice. You shouldn't be in this dump of a bar, spewin' your brains out, you should be livin a life." He stressed his last word, making sure it got through Aaron's head.

"Whatever."

"No, not whatever! I know you've had a hell for a life, but, don't let your past drag ya down." Morris slapped a cold, wet towel over Aaron's forehead.

Aaron flinched, "Hey!"

"It's for the hang-ova. "

"Oh."

"He would be disappointed in ya, Aaron."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, "He?"

"Your dad. I knew him, ya know. Real good guy. He invited me to his house after you were born. Shoulda seen the look in his eyes, kid. He loved you like there was no tomorrow. He would be ashamed-a you...now."

Aaron spontaneously threw a punch at Morris, catching him in the jaw. He stood, and let the cloth slide off of his head, "You don't even know what you're talking about, so don't even pretend! You know nothing about me, my dad, or even my god damn mother!"

Morris rubbed the place where Aaron had hit him, obviously in pain, "Don't want any help? Fine. You betta start pickin out one of them suicide notes, cause it won't be long."
Aaron scowled, opened the bar's back door, and slammed it behind him.



[Edited on 11.12.2009 1:02 PM PST]

  • 11.09.2009 7:06 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Secrets of the Shade (Prologue!):Side Story to Rise of Harvest
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It doesn't get to the point. It would be wise for you to continue on the on-going and don't start a new one that could be for you, untimely-managed.

EDIT: Upssss, I can't believe I messed up with the letter wise with 'wide'.

[Edited on 11.12.2009 12:51 PM PST]

  • 11.12.2009 12:50 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

This is only the prologue. The point of this is to show his previous life, and how he transforms into what he is now. Then again, maybe i should save this as a prequel. Yea, il do that.

[Edited on 11.12.2009 12:59 PM PST]

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