Prologues n' Stuff!
AN: Sup, people! It's ya favorite author (Unless you be hatin')!
Jerome: Yeah! Another story! What's it about?
Me: Your mom.
Jerome: You didn't have to make it personal...
Me: Anyway, on with the story! WOO!
It was a dark and stormy night in London, Engand. An old man sat in his bed, awaiting death. Beside him stood his two sons.
This man had never been known as a nice person, but he decided now, on his deathbed, that he would give his wealth to his sons.
"Sons..." he rasped. "Come closer..." They rushed forward, hoping their father was about to give them his massive estate.
"I haven't been the nicest father to you..." the man whispered. "And you deserve-". "Cool cool cool," the younger son intergected. "But let's get to the point, Pops."
The man sighed. He was regretting his decision already. "I have...decided...". He stopped for a moment to cough weakly. "To give you my estate."
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" both sons yelled at the same time. "Money! Money! Money!" they chanted. The father sighed and shook his head.
"Wait, you'll give most of it to me, right?" the older son asked. "No way, jose!" the younger one cried. "I get most of it!"
"You little piece of...come here!" the old one raged, and he jumped at his brother, knocking him to the ground.
"Sons! Please! Don't fight!" the old man begged. "Shut up, Zepheniah!" the two brothers yelled in unison.
The man, Zepheniah, was appalled. "How...how dare you!" he screamed, the loudest he had spoken in months.
Suddenly, the younger brother got up, to have his sibling tackle him again, right onto their fragile father.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the man cried in agony. The audible sound of bones cracking echoed through the room.
The young men jumped up, now fearing what their punishment would be.
"You..." Zepheniah started, but then he started to think. After a few moments, he figured it out. A way to make these two boneheads get what they deserved.
"On second thought..." he said. "I think I'll give you something even better. Remember that land that I bought when I was in America?"
"Yep!" the sons chirped.
"Well, it has incredible wealth hidden in it! And you can have it all! But its up to you to split it!"
The man hid a descrete smile. He knew where he would go, after death, but it was worth it.
"Well, I get most of it since I'm older, Blutarch!" the older one said. "No, Redmond! I get it because I'll be around longer than you!"
"Ok, kids! You can go now!" the man cried in exasperation. The men walked out, still arguing.
"Elizabeth!" the man cried. The crummy maid waltzed in, smoking a cigarette. "Did you call, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "And I need you to complete my last wish..."
AN: BUM BUM BUM! Prologue mystery!
Jerome: I'm not gonna be in this story either, am I?
Me: Probably not.