This is the Halloween story, hope you like it.
Off topic, I know that my first Lilo and Stitch fanfic "How My Life Ended" was a piece of garbage. Yes, I'll admit. Thank you 'The Critic' for already pointing that out. Also for pointing out that the numerous cliches in it. Yes, I'll admit there is no originality in it. Too be honest, I didn't know how close the other stories were close to mine and vice-versa. If I had known then what I know now, that story could've been better; however, it isn't. Besides, most things have cliches in it. I bet in most movies today they're copying some action or phase from a previous one. Doesn't make it bad. So what if my grammar was truly, truly deplorable. So what if you think it was as you quoted, "Predictable premise; it's so predicable that most people just stop reading at chapter 1." I know it was just your view of things and everything. I'm just saying not judge it before you read it through. Sometimes...things aren't what you perceive them to be.
Anyway, this isn't about bashing on anyone or anything. Consider this a Halloween and Revamp version of "How My Life Ended." Read and Review
A young man was running around, trying to find his desired object.
He mutters as he runs out of the store, "Can't believe this...This is the fourth store and it has also ran out of costumes."
He groans, "Whhhyyyyy!"
He finishes annoyed, "Why did I wait until the minute to do this?! Why did I wait until the day before Halloween to get it!? Dammit! I can't believe this...I should've listened to my friends and family and not over worked, but did I? NNNNOOOOOO! I said I could manage my time and everything was okay, my parents already bought costumes for my sisters and I, being the dumbass that I am, decided to wait until the stores were less full because then I would have more time to decide on what to wear. Stupid Cross Country practice! Plus my stupid workouts making me too tired to do anything else."
He shakes his head and whispers silently, "Marcus...Marcus...What are you going to do with yourself?"
He hits a tree and sighs, "This costume party is tomorrow tonight and I promised my friends I wouldn't chicken out."
He sees a can and kicks it as he shouts, "Dammit all to hell! I'm going to be a laughing stock at the party if I don't find a decent costume!"
He runs to the subway station and waits impatiently as he rocks in his nike sneakers and fumbles with his navy blue shirt and black satchel.
"Come on. Come on stupid train! Get here!" announces the mildly chubby teen male as he tries to get his cellphone out of his blue jeans.
"5:40! It's already 5:40! The stores close in 20 minutes and then that's it because they're closed tomorrow. I need to get a costume ASAP," Marcus mutters through his teeth.
A sudden chill had descended upon the atmosphere making the hair on his body stand on end and he silently complains, "I really wished tonight wasn't so cold."
He tries to warm himself up and tries to not make himself look like an idiot. He heard the blaring voice of the train coming. He looks up and sees the train is coming, once it stops and opens its doors. He was already in and grabs a seat; praying that the next stop would have some thing for him.
He mumbles to himself, "If I hadn't thrown out all of my out costumes I could've used them; instead of rushing to find something, but I thought it would be pointless because I thought I could get a nice costume. Really wished I didn't do that now."
He mutters to himself some more as he looked at the clock, "It takes fifteen minutes to reach the next stop; meaning that I've five minutes to find a shop and grab any costume with my..." He trails off as he rummages around for his wallet. Once his finds it, he pulls it out and opens it.
He frowns as he finishes his sentence, "$7.50, a Yo-lish push ticket with one more hole waiting for free yogurt, a piece of Five Gum and...My ticket back home."
He reclines against his seat and puts away his wallet as he lightly laughs, "What person would accept this...This is a joke."
He takes out his cellphone and reads it, "5:53. Great!"
Once the train stopped and the doors open up, Marcus rushed through them and towards the mall.
He speaks as he runs, "Better find something decent!"
He runs until he finds the costume shop, "Horror and Fright Costume Delight" and smiles as he inhales and exhales deeply.
He jogs over to it and says, "Yes...This is good. Really good."
He extends his hand and waits to open the door.
Thump! Thud!
Only to bump against it and fall on his back. He opens his eyes and groans, "Owww."
He sits up and massages his face as he looks back to the costume store.
He mutters as he crawls to it, "No. No! No!"
He stands up and tries to pull the doors open harshly as he chants, "No. No! No! Dammit! Don't do this to me! Not today! I mean...it's only..."
He turns around at the clock and reads it sadly, "6:01."
He looks back to the door and releases them and slums onto the floor. He murmurs, "I was three minutes late...Just three fuckin' minutes late."
After some minutes pass, he stands up and leaves the mall.
He decided to go back home and he mutters, "Maybe I can make a costume with my clothes?"
He stops as he ponders on the thought and sighs disappointingly, "Man...All of those choices will look absolutely absurd. I'd look ridiculous wearing them."
He continued on the trail back to the station, until something on a park bench caught his eye. He slowly walk backwards as his eyes went to the left and then he head follows.
"Woah!" he exclaims as he rushes towards it. "Is this what I think it is?" he asks as he gets closer to the bench.
"A cardboard box?" he asks as examines it. It was just a plain cardboard box that was left on the park bench.
"Who would just leave this here?" he asks as he sets the box down.
"I wonder what is inside," he speaks as he gazes at the box with widening, "This box may contain money? Or it may contain jewels and gems!"
His fingers go to it and he speaks like a zombie, "I must open the box."
He quickly retracts and states, "What in the hell am I doing?"
He reasons with himself, "For all I know it could contain marijuana? Or Cocaine? Or some illegal substance of that nature. Even someone else alcohol! Or drugs! I could go to jail for that! It may even be some stolen things and if I get caught; I could end up in jail still! That would ruin my record and that would mean I would be stuck at home!"
He looks back to the box and speaks in wonderment, "But...I want to see what is inside that box. Anything could be in it."
That thought brought a very, very scary visual into his mind as he gulps, "I-It c-could even b-be bo-body parts?"
He backs away from the box and then another thought hits him as he softly adds, "It could also be a prank. I mean...tonight is Mischief Night. The night where kids love to teepee houses and throw good eggs and other such things."
He states sternly, "No. I won't sate the prankster. Then that's it. I'll just ignore it and go home."
However, he doesn't move and speaks, "But I'm really curious about that box. Okay...Then, let me try this. I'll open it and see what is inside. If it is something good, keep it to myself. Something bad, report it to the police and that's it. Yeah, good and simple plan."
He walks up to the box cautiously and opens it slowly and his eyes widen as he takes out the item.
"A costume! Sweet!" he silently exclaims as he jumps up and down.
He looks back to the box and notices a note that was with the costume. He fetches it, unfolds it and reads it callously, "To whoever that finds this, this is yours to keep."
Marcus looks around the note to see if there is anything else there, but his search was in vain.
"That's strange. Why would someone get rid of a costume that is practically brand new. Maybe they changed their mind and decided to get rid of it or some other reason," Marcus spoke as he holds the note.
"Still wished they would've written more on this small paper," he adds as he places the note in his jeans pocket.
He was the only human being in sight, the only one present.
"I might as well take it. After all, it said so on the note it is mine. But...maybe I should make flyers asking for whoever left this here when I get home."
He opens his satchel and placed the costume inside and then closes it.
"There. It shouldn't damage my books, so now it is off to home," Marcus declares as he walks to the station.
He waits for the train, quietly and then remembered something.
He never really got a good look at the costume because it was covered in so much plastic.
He ponders with a smile, 'Maybe it is an X-men costume. That'd be cool, hopefully it's Wolverine. Being Logan is awesome. Or it could be Captain America. …Maybe even Ryu from Street Fighter.'
He looks down at his satchel and pats it with a bigger smile, 'Well...Whatever it is, it is mine. Beggars can't be choosers. I'll just have to wait until I'm home to see it.'
When the train arrives, he enters swiftly and takes his seat. He talks out his phone and reads the time, "6:26."
He states, "Didn't know I was wasting so much time back there."
He shrugs his shoulders as the train moved, "Oh well."
The train stopped and he decided to buy some food because he was hungry after all the running he did.
With his stomach satisfied, he proceeded with walking home.
30 minutes later...
Marcus was in front of his house and looks around his person to find his keys.
"Ah-ha!" he silently shouted as he pull the keys out of his satchel.
He puts the key into the keyhole and turns it.
Click!
He pulls the key out and puts it back in his satchel as he walks inside.
"So Marcus? How was shopping for a costume today?" his mother coyly asks.
"It went perfect," he retorts.
"So you actually got a costume?" she asks slightly surprised.
"Yes. Yes, I did," he speaks triumphantly.
"What is it then?" she questions as he walks to the stairs.
"It is a surprise. Everyone will have to wait until tomorrow night," he announces.
"My boy is home!" A voice singsonged and Marcus just roll his eyes annoyed.
"How was it?" his father asked.
"Everything was fine," Marcus stated slightly aggravated.
"Oh really? What did you get then?" he father asks.
"Well...if you were here before you would've heard what I said before," Marcus retorts distastefully.
His father mockingly stood back and continuously open and shut his eyes in feign shock, "Oh no! I'm sorry I wasn't here to hear what you said! Oh what am I do to now!"
Marcus just scoffs as walks upstairs as he shouts, "Tomorrow you'll see it, DAD!"
He walks pass his three sisters as in their room and goes into his. He didn't notice that all three of them were asking him questions, he just wanted to be in his room. He just wanted to be away from his problem. He grips onto the satchel tightly and seethes hatefully, "I hate it when he does that..."
He pulls the satchel off himself and throws it onto his bed and walks to his bed, he lays on it.
He said to himself as his eyebrows furrow, "Note to self. Tomorrow, don't stay home. Do anything else, just don't stay home."
He goes onto his side and turns on his TV. He tries to find something to watch as he channel surfs, but quickly turns it off as he is annoyed with what had happen before.
He mutters to himself as his face is in the pillow, "I really...REALLY hate xfinity. Wished it was FIOS so I can watch all of my saved favs. Ugh."
He looks back to the satchel and speaks, "Oops. I was so mad, I forgot about the costume."
He goes into his satchel and opens it, pulls out the costume and tears off the plastic covering.
With all the excess off it, he looks at the costume and he is intrigued by it.
"A 626 costume?" he says as he looks around it.
He adds, "I've a 626 costume and it looks like it could fit me! Awesome! Don't care if it was Wolverine or Captain America! Just happy to be something I like!"
He places the costume back into the satchel and decides to just eat some dinner before going to bed.