Scene 2: Wake up Call and Dead Bouquet
(Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews and I was touched by them..so heres the next chapter)
Anthony's vision cleared as he sat looking at each person around him. It took a while for him to come to grips on what he was seeing. Quickly he got to his feet his eyes wider then
usual.
"Hey you're a sight for sore eye sockets" a gruff voice said from his right. Slowly he turned his head feeling the white hot pain that seemed to surround him. What he was looking at
was a skeleton wearing a black bowler hat with only one eye. It wasn't only the appearance of the skeleton, but the thing he said. "Wh..what are you talking about?" Anthony
stuttered though it usually wasn't his problem unlike his father. There was a murmur around the crowd at this statement. "The poor dear must have hit his head harder then I thought"
the squat blue woman spoke up wearing in a chef's uniform. Anthony backed into the bar with a thud. "Excuze a moi, Victor" The severed head said after falling on its side and
spilling out bugs onto the hard surface. Victor? Victor? These dead people knew his father? So many questions came to mind and curiosity overwhelmed his fear.
"Excuse me. Let me through" a dainty female voice said before she could be seen. Anthony tried to calm his mind down but he felt the burning in his throatthat he might cry out in
frustration. Anthony felt his breath fall short when he saw a blue and white butterfly flying low in front of him and landed on his shoulder. It reminded him of when he was a child and
he watched his father drawing butterflies in his sketchbook, he had the same talent. He finally smiled and brought his right hand up and gently touched the butterfly and chuckling
softly though the situation was so surreal. Turning his gaze from the butterfly he finally saw the woman who had spoken so light and sweet. Beautiful was the only word he could
form in his mind. The girl was dressed in a veil and a tattered bride's dress. Like all of the other people that were around him she was dead. "Victor?" she said moving closer to him
and leaning her head forward to inspect him, a wide smile on her face.
"No No I'm not Victor.Victor is my father" Anthony said in an unsure tone of voice suddenly not wanting to disappoint the woman. "How do you know my father? Who are you
people?" he cried.
"He is not Victor…and he is not dead…" Said the snide voice of Lord Barkis.
(hee hee review and I will give you more)