Well I decided to keep you all happy by writing the next chapter. It me long enough eh? Well I hope you enjoy sorry its short. Oh btw as you can clearly tell by reading there is some Shakespeare in this.
Joe slow lowered himself to the ground. Then slowly pushed himself back up. His position was that of a handstand and as he did his push-ups in that form, he also read Macbeth.
Banquo: Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macbeth: If chance will me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Banquo: New honors come upon him, Like strange new garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.
Once more he lowered himself down and pushed himself back up. He knew he was a strengths limit because he began to shake, he had to do something to rid himself of his feeling. He read on.
Macbeth: Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Banquo: Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macbeth: Give me your favor: my dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains are register'd where everyday I turn the leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, the interim having weigh'd it, let us speak free hearts each to other.
Banquo: Very gladly
Macbeth: Till then, enough. Come, friends.
He always hated the part when he came to the end of the page. So he simply lowered himself once more and rose once more, then let his legs fall to the ground. He stood from there and picked up the book. As he took it back to his bookcase he looked at the clock. It read 11:23. He looked out at the inky black sky and wished to be out there.
Though he knew he shouldn't he still went out. He was quite sure though that someone saw him leave but he did not know whom. Soon he was at the stables and gearing up a black horse. He got one and galloped off into the grounds. There was a forest near by and he knew of a lake within there.
He reached the lakeside and got off his horse. Tying it to the tree he noticed a small cliff hanging over the lake. He planted himself right in top of it. He looked up at the sky and wondered if anyone knew of his tortured soul. If anyone else felt what he felt.
He heard a horse gallop up behind him. He knew it was the mysterious followers. He looked up at Venis and Mars as he heard the person get off the horse. As soon as he heard them walk he knew whom it was. He had made their walking pattern engraved into it mind. He heard her come up behind him and he didn't even need to turn.
Queen Clarisse put her hand on his shoulder and sat down beside him. As he looked at her looked directly into her eyes. Maybe it was the planets or maybe it was just the way the night felt. Either way they felt themselves gravitate toward each other. Soon they had pressed lips and were deep into their own world.