"Welcome to her world that's lying in ashes. No way to run-"
The light sparkled just beyond her reach. She could see it, feel it's imagined warmth. Imagined just as everything else in her choice prison. Hate shuddered through her, hate for her father and this place she was stuck in. Hate for the constant fall. She had waited for so long, for someone to save her. Her eyes snapped open and she was momentarily blinded by the doorway that stood open before her. Mary her received name, she forgot it sometimes, in the eternity of darkness. Red speckled along the edges of the doorway, someone had taken her rose. Thief, thief, thief, thief, THIEF. And they thought they could put it back. Thought they could leave just like that.
Of course not. The silly human, with their silly human ideals, once something was taken it could never truly be returned. Theif, theif, theif- She grappled for the light, kicking her feet frantically. How she hated her dress that tangled around her legs and slowed her. Stairs, I need stairs. It had been so long since someone had fallen to her trap, Mary had forgotten if her voice worked this deep into the abyss, if her voice worked at all. Stairs, stairs, stairs,stairs- "Stairs!" And they were there. She couldn't see them, they worked with the darkness, with her prison. Mary could feel them though, sense them. Slowly, she drug herself up.
Mary's handprints marked the walls beside her door as she drug herself up, she could feel the walls contorting to help her up. Then they weren't, she was standing in the middle of a green hallway. The maze was already messing with her, forgetting she belonged here. Just as much as the rest of these monsters. Except Mary wasn't a monster. Mary was beautiful. Mary deserved to be in the outside world. Her father had been mistaken to leave her here, he was waiting. She was sure of it. Of course he was waiting. She just had to play by his rules. He'd stuck the juggler in here -he had been entertaining for the first few days, before the floor had opened up and swallowed Mary into her black world again- but now he was boring. Anyone could toss colored balls around.
Mary would see so much more once she was out, and she would get out. She would, the door that flung open proved her point. She had two people to pick from. They would pay her dues. They could stay and Mary could be happy, they would be the monsters, because Mary would be in the real world. Or, maybe Mary would take the smaller one with her. The girl with the beautiful red rose. Red like blood, red like her salvation. She grinned, a small twisted grin behind their backs as she stuck her rose into the vase.
Thief, welcome to my labyrinth. Have fun. Have fun.
Mary closed her eyes, momentarily in her black prison. Why would her father leave her? She opened her eyes, and the two were already around the corner. Neither noticing her short absence. Neither thinking anything of the girl whom had appeared in the hallway. They hadn't seen her picture then. They didn't know.
Thief, Thief, Thief, Thief.
Thief.
And Ib had run away with the rose, the wonderful rose, but Mary would not let her run away with her chance.
"Tick tock, Tick Tock. Wait until the clock stops. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Hear the crimson blood drop."