This is my shortest chapter so far but it was really tricky trying to figure out how to translate Mercutio's monologue into something that made sense. Also, I've realized that it's much easier for me to write for the female charecters than for the males.
Read, enjoy, and please review-I've only had 2 so far! Not good.
And of course William Shakespeare owns Romeo and Juliet.
I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
Romeo, Ben, Mark and a few other boys from the Montague camp arrive in the parking area of Camp Capulet. They all put on their masks and pile out of Mark's van. They figured that it might be a little obvious if they had taken the van from the camp with Mount Montague written across the side.
All of the boys from the Montague camp had chosen masks and costumes that would hide their identity. Mark was the only one who would be somewhat recognizable. He had chosen to go as the King of Versailles complete with powdered wig. Ben was dressed as Batman, and Romeo had found a knight's outfit at the costume store that had fit him perfectly.
Ben pulls out a flask takes a long swig and passes it around. When it reaches Romeo he tries to pass without taking any. Ben notices and asks Romeo "What's wrong now? I thought you were going to try to lighten up and have a good time."
"I just can't." Romeo replied. "I was tired earlier and ended up taking a nap. While I was asleep I had a dream that something terrible would come from us being here tonight."
"I see you've been visited by the dream fairy…" Mark taunted. "She came whispering things to you while you slept? This tiny little Tinkerbell, who rides around in her miniature carriage each night bringing dreams of candy to children, love to lovers, of money to lawyers, and fame to fame whores. She rides over girls lips, and they immediately dream of kisses." He said raising his eye brows with a sly grin. "Sometimes she tickles a priest's nose and he dreams of a large donation." He said, rubbing his fingers and thumb together. But his eyes had become unfocused. "Sometimes she rides over a soldier's neck, and he dreams of cutting the throats of foreign enemies in battle." He said with a sneer. "She is the bitch who gives dreams of young girls to grown men… and false sex dreams to girls too young, and teaches them how to hold a lover. She's the one-" His had turned angry and his hands were balled into fists.
"Mark! Calm down. You're talking about nothing at all." Said Romeo, placing a hand on Mark's shoulder.
Mark shook his head and focused on Romeo standing in front of him. "You're right." He looks over at Ben and points at the flask. "What's in that thing, man? Whew!"
Ben just shakes his head, takes another swig, and hands it to Romeo. "Come on cous, let's go have some fun."
Romeo takes it, looks up at the stars in the night sky. They shine so clear out here, away from the city lights. "I've got a bad feeling about this" he says and then tips the flask back letting it burn down his throat. A superficial warmth spreads through him and he tosses the empty flask into the van.
They adjust their masks and costumes, and then start down the trail following the sound of music towards the Camp Capulet mess hall.