The Corpse Boy, Chapter One
Title: The Corpse Boy
Author: Donna
Summary: Taken blatantly from Tim Burton's The Corpse Bride, this is a story about LOVE, ROMANCE, and a murder most foul. Or Jade being married off to a girl he barely knows, accidently purposing to a corpse named Davey, and falling for the suave and oh-so-cool Adam.
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to "Coprse Bride"
I own no one.
The Corpse Boy
Chapter One
Be thankful you can choose who you love and marry. Long ago, you couldn’t. Long ago, betrayal between friends and lovers was evidently higher than now, and murders of people were plausible... when they were to be married off.
This is the story about a young man who was to be married to a girl who couldn’t help but be the sex he deplored, another man whom he knew he loved, and a dead boy who thought he was in love.
The man to be married off’s name was Jade. He was a scrawny young man whom was the child of lowly market workers. Their prospects were high, almost as high as their thirst for money. As they concocted evil plans, he sat in his room, writing and playing obscure instruments. He kept to himself. He was afraid that being around his family would lead them to realize his preference in men. But at the same time, he was scared his taste in the arts would give it away as well. He was not like the other boys when he was little. They played their stupid games, and often asked if he was a boy or a girl.
Jade pressed his head against the window and whispered, “Maybe I am a girl...”
A butterfly suddenly flew to the window, startling Jade. He jumped back, scared. He then allowed the butterfly to flit in. The butterfly decided to sit on his shoulder. Jade gasped, eyeing its light blue wings.
“...Maybe...” he whispered, “...I was just born wrong...” He started to swat at the little butterfly. It flew around the room and turned to the window. It left in a hurry, unable to take the sadness. Jade poked his head out, auburn bangs in his face. “Why can’t I just be happy?”
During his musings, his parents stormed in the small room. They yanked Jade out of his room and somehow got him into a new suit. They said, “Now, Jade, you will behave! You will not complain! This family is filthy rich!”
Jade sighed. He knew what it was about. An arranged marriage. “Can’t I just marry my own-“
”NO,” they snarled, shutting him up.
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Jade walked up the grey stone stairs, behind his parents. He fiddled with his cuff links, spinning the links ‘round and ‘round.
The door opened, an angry-looking couple welcoming them. “Come in,” they growled.
Jade’s parents walked in, loud and deliberate. Jade walked in silently, his feet almost floating across the marble. The parents retreated into another room, leaving Jade at the entrance hall. Jade sighed, holding his head. “This isn’t fair...”
He eyed the home. It was two stories of cold, multi-tonal marble. He saw some instruments lying around for decoration. He sighed, playing some keys on the piano. He was able to play a soft, sorrowful tune within seconds. He allowed his fingers to voice his sadness developed by the events that were to befall him.
A young woman with blonde hair walked down the stairs to him. She came behind Jade and whispered, “Hello.”
Jade jerked his head, suddenly pale. “Hello!”
She stretched out her hand. “I’m Catherine.”
“I-I-I’m Jade,” Jade whispered.
“Are you the Puget’s son?” she asked.
“...Yes,” Jade replied.
She sighed. “I’m sorry... I’m not good enough for you.”
Jade thought, Oh no... I am considered beautiful now. He then said, “I’m sorry, but I’m-“
”Jade Errol Puget!” his mother’s voice erupted in the home, “Get away from her!”
He was then dragged away, Catherine waving.
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“With this ring,” the priest said.
“With this ring,” Jade recited.
“I thee wed,” the priest said.
“I thee wed,” Jade repeated.
“Louder!” the priest demanded.
Jade held his head. He wanted to cry. Catherine rubbed his shoulder.
They had been practicing for hours and Jade couldn’t get it right. He groaned and tried again. The priest, exasperated, yelled, “Mr. Puget, I suggest you decide to leave and practice your lines.”
Jade nodded, walking away. Catherine followed. “Jade, are you okay?”
“No!” Jade cried, “I’m not okay!”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t... love you.”
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Jade laid on the cold earth of the forest, staring at the canopy of branches. He twitched when an orange leaf his his cheek. He began to act out his more ideal wedding. None of this “with this ring” nonsense. He said, “Mr. Puget, do you take your... husband’s... hand in marriage? In sickness and health... uhm... something... ‘til death do you part?”
He put the ring on a low-lying branch. “I do!” he yelled. “And do you, take Mr. Puget as your... husband?”
Suddenly, the earth shook, and Jade fell back. He let out a yelp as the branch came to life, crawling toward him. He screamed as a form came in front of him. It whispered, “I do. I forever do.”
Author: Donna
Summary: Taken blatantly from Tim Burton's The Corpse Bride, this is a story about LOVE, ROMANCE, and a murder most foul. Or Jade being married off to a girl he barely knows, accidently purposing to a corpse named Davey, and falling for the suave and oh-so-cool Adam.
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to "Coprse Bride"
I own no one.
The Corpse Boy
Chapter One
Be thankful you can choose who you love and marry. Long ago, you couldn’t. Long ago, betrayal between friends and lovers was evidently higher than now, and murders of people were plausible... when they were to be married off.
This is the story about a young man who was to be married to a girl who couldn’t help but be the sex he deplored, another man whom he knew he loved, and a dead boy who thought he was in love.
The man to be married off’s name was Jade. He was a scrawny young man whom was the child of lowly market workers. Their prospects were high, almost as high as their thirst for money. As they concocted evil plans, he sat in his room, writing and playing obscure instruments. He kept to himself. He was afraid that being around his family would lead them to realize his preference in men. But at the same time, he was scared his taste in the arts would give it away as well. He was not like the other boys when he was little. They played their stupid games, and often asked if he was a boy or a girl.
Jade pressed his head against the window and whispered, “Maybe I am a girl...”
A butterfly suddenly flew to the window, startling Jade. He jumped back, scared. He then allowed the butterfly to flit in. The butterfly decided to sit on his shoulder. Jade gasped, eyeing its light blue wings.
“...Maybe...” he whispered, “...I was just born wrong...” He started to swat at the little butterfly. It flew around the room and turned to the window. It left in a hurry, unable to take the sadness. Jade poked his head out, auburn bangs in his face. “Why can’t I just be happy?”
During his musings, his parents stormed in the small room. They yanked Jade out of his room and somehow got him into a new suit. They said, “Now, Jade, you will behave! You will not complain! This family is filthy rich!”
Jade sighed. He knew what it was about. An arranged marriage. “Can’t I just marry my own-“
”NO,” they snarled, shutting him up.
************************************
Jade walked up the grey stone stairs, behind his parents. He fiddled with his cuff links, spinning the links ‘round and ‘round.
The door opened, an angry-looking couple welcoming them. “Come in,” they growled.
Jade’s parents walked in, loud and deliberate. Jade walked in silently, his feet almost floating across the marble. The parents retreated into another room, leaving Jade at the entrance hall. Jade sighed, holding his head. “This isn’t fair...”
He eyed the home. It was two stories of cold, multi-tonal marble. He saw some instruments lying around for decoration. He sighed, playing some keys on the piano. He was able to play a soft, sorrowful tune within seconds. He allowed his fingers to voice his sadness developed by the events that were to befall him.
A young woman with blonde hair walked down the stairs to him. She came behind Jade and whispered, “Hello.”
Jade jerked his head, suddenly pale. “Hello!”
She stretched out her hand. “I’m Catherine.”
“I-I-I’m Jade,” Jade whispered.
“Are you the Puget’s son?” she asked.
“...Yes,” Jade replied.
She sighed. “I’m sorry... I’m not good enough for you.”
Jade thought, Oh no... I am considered beautiful now. He then said, “I’m sorry, but I’m-“
”Jade Errol Puget!” his mother’s voice erupted in the home, “Get away from her!”
He was then dragged away, Catherine waving.
**********************************
“With this ring,” the priest said.
“With this ring,” Jade recited.
“I thee wed,” the priest said.
“I thee wed,” Jade repeated.
“Louder!” the priest demanded.
Jade held his head. He wanted to cry. Catherine rubbed his shoulder.
They had been practicing for hours and Jade couldn’t get it right. He groaned and tried again. The priest, exasperated, yelled, “Mr. Puget, I suggest you decide to leave and practice your lines.”
Jade nodded, walking away. Catherine followed. “Jade, are you okay?”
“No!” Jade cried, “I’m not okay!”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t... love you.”
***********************************
Jade laid on the cold earth of the forest, staring at the canopy of branches. He twitched when an orange leaf his his cheek. He began to act out his more ideal wedding. None of this “with this ring” nonsense. He said, “Mr. Puget, do you take your... husband’s... hand in marriage? In sickness and health... uhm... something... ‘til death do you part?”
He put the ring on a low-lying branch. “I do!” he yelled. “And do you, take Mr. Puget as your... husband?”
Suddenly, the earth shook, and Jade fell back. He let out a yelp as the branch came to life, crawling toward him. He screamed as a form came in front of him. It whispered, “I do. I forever do.”