First Ib story! Woohoo! Yay! It'll be a long one too, so stay tuned.
(Prologue)
Guertena. Everyone knew that name. A famous painter, sculptor, and overall artist. He had a whole museum dedicated to him. Little did most know, that his art seeks revenge...accept for the "five" who faced it. This is the story, of Red, Blue, Yellow, Black, and White.
/Chapter One, Black and White\
A girl, about thirteen, was pulling on the arm of a older man who looked like her. The same was with the boy, with his mother. "Shaeah, Axel, please calm down." Said their father. "We're almost there." The children, Shaeah and Axel, let go of their parents arms, and linked each others arms instead. They followed behind their parents, to a large, old, yet beautiful looking building. "So this is the Guertena Museum of Arts?" Asked Shaeah. "Wow, it's really cool!" Added Axel.
Shaeah has short silvery white hair, red eyes, and pale skin. She is albino. She wears a black tank top, a white belt, black capri jeans, white shoes with black laces, and a grey fingerless glove on her left hand. Axel has black hair, a good completion, and dark blue eyes. He wears a white short sleeve tee, a black belt over white capris, black flip flops with a white band, and a grey fingerless glove on his right hand.
They eagerly followed their parents inside the building, and where caught by the bright light inside. It was a nice white room, short carpet, a rug, and a desk with the receptionist. Their parents walked up to the desk, and began to sign in."Daddy, can we go look around?" Asked Shaeah. "As long as you two stay out of trouble." The older man replied. "Lets go, Shaeah!" Shouts Axel as he grabs her gloved hand with his. A slight spark is felt through the gloves, and they run into the gallery.
"Wow..." They both gasp in unison at the grand sight before them. The walls where covered in large, colorful paintings. Large sculptures decorated the floor area, all strung off limits with velvet ropes. "Axel, lets check out over here." Whisper/yells Shaeah. She grabs her twins wrist, and pulls him over to a wall of paintings. "Wow, cool!" He says in a loud whisper voice. They both looked at the paintings, when they saw a man just gazing at one single painting.
The man had scraggly purple hair, a tattered bluish trench coat, some kind of green shirt under it, kakis, and regular walking shoes. "The truth in art is amazing, isn't it?" He says out loud. "Um, sure. It sure is pretty." Replies Shaeah. The man suddenly shakes his head after hearing her voice, as if he had been in some sort of trance. "Oh, um, sorry. I was talking to myself." He man said. "I'm Garry." The twins looked up at him. He seemed nice enough.
"I'm Shaeah! And this is my lil' bro Axel!" Shaeah said excitedly. "Hey, your only older by a minute and twelve seconds!" shouted Axel with retort. "I'm still older." Replies Shaeah. Axel sighs with annoyance, and grabs Shaeah's arm and drags her to a different section. Garry waves slightly, and Shaeah smiles back.
"Lets look at the sculptures! I bet they're cool!" exclaims an excited Axel. "Sure, but I kinda liked Garry. He was nice." complains Shaeah. "The sculptures will get your mind of of him. We'll probably never even see him again." Axel explains. The twins begin to browse. Shaeah had to admit, these where pretty cool. Shaeah then felt her pocket vibrate. She reached inside and pulled out her phone.
/we just got inside the gallery, we-/ Shaeah started reading, but her phone suddenly went dark. "Um, Axel? Mom and Dad paid the phone bill, right?" She asks. "They should've." Her twin replies. Suddenly, all the lights go out. They no longer hear the sound of footsteps and whispers. They are alone in almost complete darkness.
"Axel, what's going on?" stammers a frightened Shaeah. "Stay close, and don't let go of my hand." Was all she got in reply. She feels the shock of their gloves grasping each other again. Axel walks out in front of Shaeah, standing protectively before his sister. Shaeah follows as he leads her around carefully. "W-where is everyone?" Shaeah's question is barely audible. "I don't know, Shaeah. I really don't." Axel replies.
They continue on, when they hear footsteps from the right. Shaeah yelps softly as Axel whips out his pocket knife. They hear a scared gasp, and look to see a little girl, eight or nine years old. She had red eyes, but brown hair. Strange, but Axel lowered his knife and slid it back into his pocket. "Who're you?" asks Axel. "I-Ib" the girl quietly replies.
"I'm Shaeah. He's Axel." says Shaeah in a slightly whispering voice. "It's good to see someone else in here." adds Axel. Ib simply nods, and comes closer to the pair of twins. Shaeah takes a step forward, and bends onto her knees to get at eye level with Ib. "Do you know what happened?" She asked the little girl. Ib shook her head. "You don't talk much, do you?" Axel asked. Ib, again, shook her head.
Shaeah stood up and grabbed Ib's small hand in her ungloved one, and led her around with Axel. "I last saw mommy and daddy at the receptonic, re, receptionist desk. Can we look?" Ib asked after she finally spoke up. "Okay, lets go." Replied the twins in unison. They walked down the stairs, the hollow footsteps very unsettling in their, special situation.
They finally reached the front desk, only to find it just as empty and dark as the rest of the museum. Ib looked up at the book, then pointed to two names in the book. "Miyumi Chiakaime and Anders Chiakaime. Are those your parents?" Asked Shaeah. Ib nodded slowly, then her finger brushed over the names again.
"I miss them, I wanna see them again." She whispers softly. "Don't worry, you will." Axel told her. He then walked over to the door and gave it a push. The faint click of the bar like push handle going in and out was heard, and the door stayed closed. He tried again, the click louder from the extra force. "It won't open!" He yells.
"What!?" screams Shaeah. Axel finally stopped. "It's no use. It's sealed." Axel said in a low voice. "W-we're stuck in here?" Shaeah whispered in fear. Ib gasped and made a small whimpering noise. "No, we're not. We just need to find a different way out." Axel told them reassuringly. They then looked to the window behind the desk. "Was that-" Shaeah began to say before a red fluid suddenly runs down the back of the window.
"Agh!" They all scream in unison. In a rush of adrenaline, Shaeah picks up Ib and runs from the room, followed by Axel. They continue running until they both run out of breath. Shaeah sets Ib down carefully before collapsing to her knees. "What, was that?" She managed to ask between gasps."Don't, know." was all Axel could manage to say.
After they caught their breath, the walked back up into the gallery. They looked out the window, the grey clouds seemingly laughing at their containment. Suddenly, a black finger runs behind the window and bangs on it before running away. "Agh!" They scream again before running down the stairs into the next gallery.
They kept running until they heard a cough. They all tensed, before turning and seeing a painting titled "The Coughing Man." They stepped back, before turning and seeing a large rose sculpture. "Embodiment of Spirit." Shaeah muttered. They left that floor and walked back upstairs. They saw a large painting, stretching over the whole hall. "Fabricated World." Axel read. Suddenly, blue paint dripped from behind the painting, forming words.
Then, large black letters decorated the floor, spelling out "Welcome Red, Black, and White!" And the paint read, "come on down, we will show our secret." They backed away, and rushed from the halls. The twins grabbed each others gloved hands, felt the spark, then Axel hoisted Ib up and rested her on his hip. They began to walk, until they found that the velvet ripe stringing off the large ocean was pulled back and blue footprint showed inside.
"Axel? It said "come on down." Does it mean...?" Shaeah asked, unsure. Axel set Ib down, before bending down. He dipped his ungloved hand into the painting. In went INTO the painting, and he suddenly fell in. "AXEL!" Ib and Shaeah yell in unison. They both look at each other, before jumping into the painting.
How was it? Constructive criticism appreciated!