Author's Note: I did say I was going to post something about Ib after all. This is just depicting what I think happened to Garry if you didn't do things correctly and yeah. Hope you guys will enjoy this.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ib
Ib belongs to kouri
Garry smiled forlornly as he watched Ib's back get smaller and smaller as she continued walking away from him, oblivious to what was really happening.
He clenched his heart when he felt another agonizing pain ripping inside him. Gasping slightly, he reached for his lighter in hopes of comfort, the flame dancing happily in contrast to his paling form.
"You're a good kid Ib. I hope you," he was shortly cut off by another gasp of pain," I hope you'll be able to get out of here."
Garry's vision began fogging up and his hand began shaking violently from the weight of the lighter alone, so he snapped it closed and rested his hand next to him.
"To think… this happened because… I wanted to see the exhibit…" Garry gasped out.
He closed his eyes, remembering past events in his life.
He was a very troublesome kid when he was younger, though it was a bit expected; he was but a boy after all. This changed when his mother took him to an art gallery. Younger Garry was completely fascinated by the works of famous painters and sculptures. He started painting as he grew older. Just about he was about to graduate from high school, he was already accepted into various art colleges and universities.
A few weeks after he graduated, he had heard about Guertena's exhibit, so he decided that he would go. He remembered seeing a certain curious little girl in red looking over the each painting with curiosity, though she was having trouble pronouncing some of the words.
"Ib…"
He smiled once more.
"Ib… will be safe… She's a smart girl…"
"Ib…"
I'll see you guys next time with another chapter of Arrogant Bastards are the Most Lovely or Chicks Totally Dig the Cape.
Till next time guys!
~DoubleRaineBow~