AN: Woot! First Chapter! I have no clue how long this will be, I'm guess around 3-5 chapters. This follows after two ending. Together Forever and Blue Boy. So if you have not seen those to endings I suggest seeing them first. I mashed up the worst ending(in my opinion)… yes I'm a horrible person! DX
Teehee! My body may be gone! But my Spirit will never die!
"Ib! Come on sweetie you can't miss your bus." A tall motherly woman called to the girl she claimed as her daughter. The girl sat in her room, sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Tears streamed down her soft pale cheeks as she brushed her neat dirt brown hair.
The girl had a name, Ib. A Name that is short lived. She is a shy freshman that took an interest in the art of painting. She love traveling from gallery to gallery and looking other's hard work. Meanwhile she worked on her own. Ib loved to draw fruit, but mostly drew human eyes.
Her sister stepped in. Long blonde hair bounced back behind her. Mary, was the older girl's name. Her bright and bubbly attitude never made her a threat, and made her seem stupid at times. She skipped into the room and looked over her sister's shoulder. She looked over at the open sketch book at the corner of the white vanity. "Blue eyes?" Mary questioned the unfinished sketch of bold blue eyes. "Why blue eyes?" Ib wiped away the last few tears. Her sister always had a way of changing the subject.
"I always draw colorless…" The brunet started to explain.
"I know, so why blue?"
"Well, I guess blue means something to me. I don't know what, but blue is the color that seems to cloud my mind." Ib finished explaining as she set down the small wooden brush. She turned to her blonde sister and smiled. "So I hope to figure it out today when I go to the gallery." Ib cheered herself up, although she couldn't have done it without her sisters help. Mary has been there for everything. Every moment Mary supported Ib, she was there for everything and wouldn't regret it a single time. She was never guilty or unsure of any decision, as if her long blonde hair knew everything.
"Gallery?" Mary asked in her shimmery voice, tilting her head in curiosity.
"Yeah, my class is going to the art gallery on the edge of town. The one we went to as children." Ib said cheerfully. She stood from the small stool and slipped on her dark red jacket that went well with her long brown hair and maroon eyes. She grabbed her sketch book and put it in a satchel to take with her.
"Ugh, but that one is so boring a dull. You don't want to go there." Mary complained, dragging herself to walk alongside her sister.
"I loved that place though. It was so long ago that I barely remember it, so maybe I'll understand it a lot more." She laughed at her sister's dislike for art galleries. Mary liked art, the casual drawing and stuff, but when it came to seeing sculptures and paintings Mary wasn't interested.
"What's to understand? Heh, it's just a bunch of weird looking paintings painted by a lonely old man." Mary continued to complain.
"Well it is a good thing that you aren't going." Ib laughed. The two were in different grade. Ib was a freshmen while Mary was a Junior, so it'd be expected that the two had a mature difference. Although, sometimes it seemed a bit backwards.
"But Ib! Trust me! You'll have a horrible time." Mary warned, but she didn't take it serious.
On the bus she couldn't help but laugh at her thoughts. She imagined what it'd be like if Mary was going to. Ib also took a quiet moment in the front of the bus to try and remember what the gallery was like.
A white welcoming atmosphere. The odd and unusual art surrounding you at every corner. It all seemed self-explanatory, all but one painting.
Her eyes widened as her mind began to wonder at the thought of that one odd painting she remembered.
It was messy, dark, eerie, and incomplete. It never made sense. It had no message or meaning, what was the name? Something and then World. That word, what was it?
She got deeper and deeper into thought when the bus squeaked to a stop. It woke her from thought before she got any more confused. Exiting the bus she had a slight determination to find the paint and find out what it really said. Being last in line to enter was not part of the plan.
Ib went to a smaller high school. There was only about 100 in her freshmen class, but it was a decent school that prided itself more on artistic students rather than the average. When she entered she recognized the white walls that welcomed her as a child. She signed herself in at the front desk and began to explore.
She recognized a few paints. The Coughing Man was an instant favorite, and the beautiful painting on the floor named Abyss of the Deep. The word "Abyss" couldn't even begin to label its deep wonder. Ib knew her mission though and she began searching.
"Not here. Maybe upstairs." Ib tried hard to find that one big painting that intrigued her some much. When she went upstairs the only thing that made a difference was the art. She was about to turn the corner when one painting happen to catch her eye. "Wow." She said as she looked at the portrait.
The light purple hair and deep blue eyes seemed so realistic. The style seemed similar to her own, realistic with a bit of fantasy. The boy seemed said as he looked down at the blue rose he held in his hands. What was he said about? The title Blue Boy got Ib to think.
This boy… He is sad, and the rose in his hands reminds him of something. His eyes, do they show regret or sorrow? Those eyes are so pretty and remind me of the one in my sketch book. Hey… What if…
Ib took her sketch book out and turned to the page with the bright blue eyes. She continued to look at one and back to the other. Slowly she placed the sketch book up on the wall next to the painting. They were the same.
"Blue…" The word escaped her lips. She stared at the painting for a moment, almost as if she was looking into the painting. She had to learn more about it. Ib was completely side tracked from her previous task. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Ib said, pulling away from the distracting painting. She turned away and, taking a deep breath, ran off and around the corner.
"Own World…" She read under the giant painting that almost covered the whole wall. To someone who didn't care for art it seemed like a bunch of colors and marks. It looked like it was drawn by a kindergarten class. To Ib it was pure curiosity. Somebody's world was as dark and confusing. Gurtena was a lost man, most of his work seemed confusing the human mind. He was like a spirit of art and never really considered himself to be truly human.
This world… It seems to be calling me.
"Ib." A gentle voice called out to her out of nowhere. She immediately turned to look, but nobody was there. She followed the direction of the voice around the corner. The next exhibit hall was empty, yet she was sure she heard the voice this way. "Ib… hurry." A girl's soft, sweet voice cried out to her. Ib sped up and followed the voice as it echoed through the exhibit. All she could hear was the stranger's soft echoes and her own footsteps which were getting faster every second. "Ib." The voice was close, it had to be. She took a second to look around at where she had run off to.
"Hello? Anybody here?" She called out, hoping for an answer. After seconds of silence she realized she was all alone. "Where has everybody gone?" She asked, looking and the taunting art that surrounded her. As she circled the Abyss of the Deep she noticed the red rope had split, allowing an entrance. "Hm." Ib hummed as she stared down at the masterpiece.
"Jump Ib." The mysterious breathy voice beamed once more. Ib got the message, but wasn't just about to jump in there randomly.
"Jump in? But it's a painting?" Ib stared down, trying to make sense of it all/
"Jump Ib, jump!" The voice commanded. Ib took a step back in shock.
"I don't like this anymore. I'm just going to go find everyone else." Ib was about to turn when quickly something cold and harsh grabbed both of her upper arms. Ib struggled to break free when she turned to see a green headless statue behind her.
"Let me go!" Her voice squeaked as she struggled to break free of the statue's cold hands.
"Ib." She heard one last time before the statue pushed her forward. The fell face first into the painting.
Instead of landing on the hard floor Ib seemed to be sinking. Down and down, deeper and deeper. She finally opened her maroon eyes, expecting to see the floor, but instead saw an endless void. Dark blue and black tones surrounded her as she sank deeper and deeper into the abyss. After a minute of searching she saw a door, it was black with a silver doorknob. Ib desperately swam towards it, hoping for an end to the void. She gripped onto the metal knob to keep herself from sinking. The girl used what strength she had to pull herself up and quickly through the door. She crawled from the abyss and onto a cement ground. As she laid there to regain some strength she heard the door close behind her.
"Welcome Ib." The wobbled voice rang to her again. At this point it had begun to annoy Ib. The brunet trembled as she stood from the drafted ground.
"Where… am I?" Ib looked around to see she was in a hallway with dark grey walls. Paintings still lined the wall as if she hadn't left the gallery. She turned to her left, where the voice was calling to her. Down the hallway, it seemed to continue on forever.
"Hehe." The voice giggled. It seemed clearer and closer. A shadowed figure appeared before Ib, but become less shadowed as she got closer. "Welcome back." Said the small girl standing at the end of the hall. She wore a long black dress with to black strips holding it up on her small shoulders. Her eyes were more red than Ib's but besides that it deeply resembled her, but younger. The dark brown hair matched Ib's and the soft pale face structure matched. This girl was much younger, around the age of 8. "He has waited a long time for you." The child giggled. Before Ib could get out a word the girl took off and jumped into the mouth like opening in the wall. Ib just stared at it, examining it.
Was she just eaten? Ib pondered. Hearing the giggling of the child assured her that she wasn't dead. Well, hear goes nothing. He thought before jumping in after the child. Ib closed her eyes shut as she met darkness again. For the moment she thought she was going to be eaten.
"Open them!" Ib heard the child's voice and opened her eyes to the command. Sighing at the fact that she was alive, Ib continued to follow the strange girl as she skipped down the dark and creepy halls. The halls just got more eerie. The paintings along the walls started to lose meaning.
They walked into a maze looking room. Every wall had the same painting. The painting of a woman smiling creepily into darkness. Her Victorian dress gave her a higher class status. The dress was a different color in painting and her red eyes followed Ib as she walked. Maybe she was imagining things, but Ib swore she heard some growl at her. The child continued to skip throw the maze of walls until they reached a wooden door. The child turned to her and pointed to it.
"Go in there." The kid demanded.
"What's in there?"
"Hehehe, you're silly!" The child didn't even bother to answer Ib's question. Ib just ignored it and stepped up to the door. Slowly she opened the door. A billion situations went throw her head. What was behind the door? What did it have to do with her?
A tall man with light purple hair stood in the empty room. He stood there and stared into a square mirror with a dull face. He heard the squeak of the door and turned. A small shaped his lips at the site of Ib. A chuckle slipped under his breath as he ran his long fingers threw his hair. Ib noticed the odd dark purple strains that stood out in his interesting hair. Ib recognized him as the portrait that caught her eye in the white gallery, but something seemed different. His eyes, they weren't the pretty blue, they were red… blood red.
This man wasn't her friend. Wasn't that mysterious mesmerizing painting she once saw. He was different, or he had changed. This man… wasn't Garry.
AN: End of chapter one! ^.^ Yes, Garry isn't that sexy beast we all know and love anymore. Do you hate me yet? See ya next chapter!
Thank you for reading my crud writing! READ AND REVIEW PWEASE! I wuv you!