And so thus I am left with really only one option at the moment in order to get my story out to the public in some form, in which is to write it up. It's just the rough copy at the moment, so there's going to be a couple of gramatical errors, and possibly spelling errors. (I don't know because my computer either freaks and says that nothing is spelled wrong when in fact that is not the case, and vice versa)
But let me know how you think it's coming along at the moment. And if you have any comments, I'm completely opened to suggestions.
This is only a small portion of Chapter 1 by the way, the actual chapter is much longer, it's just I didn't really feel like writing the entire thing up at the moment.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
1991, N.Y.C. The scene opens, revealing a dimly-lit alleyway in a city. It’s night out, however no stars can be seen, nor the moon. Clouds cover the sky, and rain falls from them.
An alarm goes off in the distance, and shortly after, a shabby looking man carrying a bag dashes down the alleyway, obviously being pursued by someone.
His feet clash noisily on the old cracked pavement. Suddenly, he comes to a stop. He listens, and looks around, not seeing anything, he breathes a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a sound of a trash can rumbling is heard. The man quickly looks over, and sees a shadow in the distance, he takes off running again.
Sweat, and rain pour heavily down his face, his breath has increased very dramatically, and he clutches strongly onto an object in his left hand.
He quickly stops, and pivots around, beginning to pull out his 9 mm hand gun, when all at once he’s flown into the wall right behind him. The gun flies from his hand, and onto the ground, and the bag falls as well.
Blood drips from the man’s face as he lays against the wall. A shadow slowly appears over the man. He looks up slowly, and his eyes bulge.
“No… this can’t be…” he says to himself. He looks around, and finds his gun. He quickly grabs it and unloads 3 shells at where the source of the shadow would be.
The man’s eyes bulge even more, as the bullets don’t even phase the owner of the shadow, and he begins to try and get up.
“No!! You… you’re not… no!” He yells as the shadow engulfs him, leaving only darkness.
A woman walks past the alleyway, and looks down it for a second. She has dirty-blonde hair, and is wearing an “I love NY” t-shirt, denim pants, and a denim jacket over the shirt. She sees something that looks like a body lying in the alleyway, and cautiously makes her way towards it.
Her mouth opens wide, and her eyes grow larger when she sees the body of the man on the ground, pale, and with a slit in his stomach about three and a half inches long.
The shadow slowly appears behind her, and the screen goes black.
The buzzing of an alarm clock is heard in the background, the scene is a room with blue walls, with a boy laying in a bed in the center of it.
The boy slowly opens his eyes, and looks at his clock, which reads [7:00]. Reaching over towards it with his right hand he hits the off switch.
He slowly gets up, and heads towards his dresser. He has brown hair, worn in a messed up fashion, and though he just came out of his bed he wore a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Smash Mouth’s Allstar song is heard playing.
The boy comes down the stairs, now dressed in a black shirt with flames woven into the cloth, and black jeans. His head turns to a radio in which is playing the music rather loudly. Making his way over to it, he shuts it off, and looks over at a middle-aged woman, who appears to have been dancing to the music.
“Mom, could you please, not play the radio so loud?” He pleaded, an annoyed look on his face.
His mother turns around to face him. She has blondish hair curled up in a bun on the back of her head, she’s wearing a blue tank top, and blue jeans.
“Oh, I’m sorry Adam, I had no idea you were awake.” she says, then turns and takes a shirt out of the washing machine right next to her, and places it in the dryer to her right.
Adam rolled his eyes, for a moment, and then stopped. “It’s 7 o’clock in the morning, my first day of eighth grade is today,” he began. His eyes showed that he was annoyed somewhat, “I thought you knew, I’ve been talking about it for the past week.”
His mom only shook her head. She didn’t bother turning back around to her son.
“I remembered, I just thought that you’d be sleeping in today that’s all. After all, you’ve been sleeping to twelve each day of the summer, so I figured that you wouldn’t be up too early today.” she stated with a slight nod of the head, as she placed another article of clothing into the dryer.
“Besides,” she turned her head towards Adam, “it’s not so bad to have to listen to music in the morning, it helps start your day out bright.” She said with a smile.
Adam couldn’t help but smile as well as she said this. A bright day was something he needed now and then. Things hadn’t been too nice for him his entire life. He never knew his father, and that alone seemed to be a heavy burden for him, especially since he had to help out his mother any way he could since he was five. They hadn’t ever had a well income, at least not one that could get them everything they hoped for, however, they managed.
He slowly turned, and headed towards the door, until he was stopped by his mother’s voice again.
“Aren’t you going to get something to eat?” She asked, hoping he’d eat something nutritional for breakfast.
“I think I’ll get something at the school today, I haven’t had one of their cinnamon buns in ages, and I’m dying to eat one.” he said, knowing exactly what his mother’s response would be, but he didn’t care.
“Junk food for breakfast never helps!” She yells towards her son, hoping he’d heed her advise, but she was too late, Adam was already out the door, and walking down the sidewalk towards school, making a mental note of how much money he had brought with him in his pocket this morning.
So, what do ya' think? Like it, hate it, think I should shut up about it or what?