-Are you sure this is what you want? There is still time to turn back.-
-There is nothing for me to return to.-
-Is this final?-
-Yes.-
-Very well, from now on, you too will feel the ticking of time pass each time your heart beats.-
Green eyes fluttered open at the sound of chirping birds and feel of the sun burning into eyelids. A young girl slowly sat up, studying the room she had woken up just seconds ago. The room was devoid of any color except black and gray. She stood out like a sore thumb with her green hair; the only bright color in the room. The room also seemed to lack personality; with only a bed, dresser and mirror. Plus the window, also with gray curtains. With one last look into the mirror, she decided it was time to move. She had no idea where she was. The faster she got out, the better.
Quickly, but quietly, she made her trek out the room, through a hall, and down some old stairs. It was a miracle they didn't squeak every time she stepped on them. She had also come to the realization that, whoever inhabited the place, was not a fan of color. The theory was made stronger when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Though there was no color like the rest of the rooms, she was still surprised. Where ever she looked, there was nothing but coffins. Coffins on the left. Coffins on the right.
Great, just what I needed. What did I get myself into this time?
She walked over to a desk that seemed to be littered with papers. She couldn't make out anything they said.
They sure have a nice handwriting, that's for sure.
Once she was done trying to discern what the papers said, she looked up to see a door that lead to the outside. She presumed that whoever had brought her here was either still asleep somewhere in the house, or gone. She slowly made her way through the labyrinth of coffins. Just as she was about to reach the door she heard a screeching noise. Whipping her head around the room, she found nothing. Not wanting to be in the creep place any longer, she hurried toward the door. Just as she touched the doorknob, a sweet and soft yet dangerous voice was heard behind her.
"Seems you have finally woken up, my Dear."
With one swift movement, the girl turn around and assumes a battle stance. She reached for her leg only to realize that there was nothing there. Looking around carefully, she saw nothing but a room filled with coffins. She had never been one to believe in ghost, but she had seen things in life that if a ghost would appear before her, she wouldn't have trouble believing it.
Slowly she decided to make her way through the maze of coffins once more. Peeking into one ever so often. No matter where she looked, she couldn't find the source of the voice. Had it truly been a ghost?
All of a sudden she felt someone poke her back. Turning around sharply, she came face to face with nothing but a big clay pot.
What?
Slowly, she lifted her hand up and pulled the pot's lid off.
….
"Hello~ I see you finally found me!~"
…
With a speed unseen before, she put the lid back on. Quick turn later she was heading for the door.
"Wait! Wait!" At the giggling sound, she turned around to see a man with long gray hair clad in black coming out of the pot. "Why in such a hurry?"
One look at her disgusted face was enough to send the man into uncontrollable laughter. The girl looked at him with wide eyes filled with shock. She had never come face to face with someone as crazy as the man laughing in front of her.
Great…a crazy maniac…
With a sigh and one last glance, she decided it was time to leave and turned to the door.
"Are you really going to leave looking like that?" The man said while trying to hide his laughter.
Looking down, she finally realized what she was wearing. Nothing but a gown with smears of what looked like dry blood. With an annoying growl, she looked at the eccentric man.
"Plus, there are still things that I wish to know. What is your name?"
The girl just glared at him. She didn't trust this man one bit. Unfortunately she had no way to protect herself if this man decided to attack.
"I see, not the talkative type." The man smiled at her in a way that sent a chill down her spine, "Then how about…" he looked at her as she glared at him with the most unusual emerald eyes ever. Then his eyes traveled to the messy green hair framing her pale face. "Clover."
The glare reduced to nothing but confusion as she tried to register what he just said.
"From now on you will be known as Clover. How about it?"
Clover? Just like…
She turned away, but not before he noticed a look of pain and sadness flash in her eyes.
"By the way, I'm known as the Undertaker, my Dear." He smiled at her.
She nodded at him. She seemed to be pondering what to say. Before he could say anything, she spoke.
"Why am I here?"
Her voice was almost like a whisper. He blinked, pondering about how to answer her question.
"I found you on floor outside my shop last night. You were unconscious. You were bleeding you know. You should be happy that I found you and brought you in as well as tended to your wounds. How did you end up in such a mess anyway?"
She tilted her head to the side as if trying to recall something but unable to.
"I don't remember." She said after a few seconds.
What? Does she truly not remember? What could have caused her to be in such a mess to the point where she can't even remember?
"Well, where do you live?"
She turned away from him. Contemplating how to respond. After a while of silence, Undertaker sighed.
"Very well, how about you stay here a bit while you wounds heal more. " She looked at him, shocked that he was allowing such a thing. "I'll get you some appropriate clothes as well." She looked down at her gown and scowled. "Meanwhile, go take a bath…you need it. It is upstairs."
With one final sigh, Clover headed upstairs. A bath didn't sound too bad. Plus, God knew she needed one.
Hello! Supix here with the second chapter. Hope you like it. Please don't forget to review.
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