MyBoyfriend’s A RockStar
By Artine Gutierrez/ Blood Cycle
11.) Rock’n the Terror
Arianna took a few steps forward on the grassy pathway. Dead twigs and branches covered the dead yellow grass. An owl cried its ugly cry as if to say ‘go away, go away’ which echoed across the grave stones.
“AGH! I am sorry. But you need to stop acting like a spoiled little child! You get on my nerves some time.” Arianna turned and took a step onto branch that broke beneath her.
“But that is because you love me!” Haymonie cried out but stopped as Arianna fell through a large black hole, pulling her alongside with her, giving her another reason to cry out.
Their cried echoed into the night as the fell and then broke into dead silence as a loud sound of bodies hitting the ground would sound.
Darkness, complete darkness. Arianna could feel the cold moldy dirt beneath her as she slowly started to get up in pain. “Ugh!” Haymonie quickly sat up looking left and right to see where they are. The yellow moonlight shined down onto the pathway which was made up by old decayed bricks. Patches of dirt went forth as it went through a thinned out hallway.
“Where are we?” Haymonie turned around to see a wall behind her.
“I don’t know. Maybe it leads into the morgue or something. I mean they had to have had a reason to build this place, right?”
“Yep, but it looks like there is no turning back.” Haymonie shook her head as Arianna stood up on her feet and dusted herself off. She then placed both fist onto her waist as she looked up at the opening from above.
“Man that was a hard fall. Looks like we can’t go back up that way.” Arianna shook her head.
“Wh-wh-what are you saying? We can’t ge-g-et out?” Haymonie clanged onto Arianna’s shoulder.
“We are going to have to get out of here soon. IF the ceiling caved that easy I don’t really want to know how strong the rest of it is.” Arianna started walking forward as Haymonie cried.
“Whoa! Arianna! Where do you think you are going?!” Haymonie followed slowly as the night continued on.
Gowdge and Zeff walked alongside the fence where the dead grass brushed up wildly. With the moonlight shining down on the two, the dark shadow lured off on the right side of Zeff’s face as he turned away from the light. Cold breeze slowly pushed passed the back of their necks giving them a cool eerie feeling. Owls hooted their mournful cries through the night as the two finally came up across a large old building which was clear to be the morgue. The place where the dead were dropped off to be buried.
“Say?” Gowdge said as he touched the old wooden door.
“Yeah?” Zeff looked at the brick building. Some of the windows were boarded up.
“What are we really doing here?” Gowdge asked.
“I just wanted to take a look around? Why?” Zeff whipped the window with his sleeve and then blew his breath on it and whipped it again.
“So we are just wasting time here again?” Gowdge smacked his lips with disgust.
“Hey at least you get a free meal out of it, eh? Besides, this is one of the best ways to bond with the band members, right?” Zeff walked over to the door and jiggled the doorknob. It wouldn’t open.
“We hang out all the time, so what is the point? What we should be focusing on is making a better song! You know who Missy Missy is getting all the attention and we are being left in the dust by her band! That ain’t cool dude! It’s not!”
