A Runaway Groom?
Prelude
How could this have happened? Of all the things that could have gone wrong, this by far was the worst…
"Married…to a corpse?" Victor sighed to himself. This had to be a dream. The only Van Dort child had already been terrified of marriage, he didn't want this at all! Well..at least not with this woman.
The gloomy eyed male moved his gaze up from the floor. "Oh Victoria…," he whispered, allowing a chilled gust of air to pass from his chapped lips. "I never meant things to turn out this way," his voice creaked as he spoke, stirring the attention of a passing man…corpse…skeleton.
"Great Scott, a breather!" the skeleton said with a hint of alarm. He pushed a pair of thin framed glasses up further on his half existing nose. This most certainly gave Victor a jolt from his bubble of self pity. The creature standing in front of him wore what would have been at one time, a wine red dressing robe, but was now falling apart at the seems. Though the condition of the garment did not matter to the owner, he was not depending on it for warmth!
"Ah e-excuse me…"Victor stuttered, standing from the casket upon which he had been sitting. He turned on his heel and quickly began walking down the darkened alley way. Now for a normal person, walking around a town filled with dead residents would be terrifying! Well it was terrifying for Victor Van Dort, but in the time he had spent in the land of the dead, he believed he would never be scared of anything ever again.
How much worse could this day get? He pondered to himself while looking down into his jacket. Noticing the faint color of blue he reached his thin hand into the jacket and plucked out the flower his fiancée had given him earlier that day. It was withering already..and Victors hope for ever seeing Victoria again was doing the same.
"Victor? Victor where are you?" A womans voice called from around the corner. Eyes wide, the timid newlywed quickened his pace and sprinted off into the darkness, far away from where the voice had come from.
"Oh no…"