A/N: I post these fast, don't I? Well, It might get slower 'cause I have my other stories to work on, but enjoy it while you can. So, please read on because I can't think of anything else to say.

Fire and Ice Chapter Three:

More Paintings

Ib's face grew white and her red eyes wide as she saw the picture. "Ib, what's wrong?" Garry asked with eyes full of concern.

"Those people." She said as she started at Garry. "Those are my parents."

"Y-your parents?" Garry stuttered out.

"Now that you say that, I can see the resemblance." I said. "But I'm sure your parents are fine Ib." I reassured her. "C'mon, let's get going." I went to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. 'Shit. Why does it take so long for me to remember these things?!'

"What's wrong?" Ib asked.

"Eh, heh, the door won't open." I said nervously. Then, from the wall came a painting of a green lady. 'My life fails.'

I grabbed Ib and put her on my shoulders. "I'll ward them off!" Fawn yelled as she ran over to the painting.

"FAWN!" I yelled. She just gave me a small smile before kicking the painting.

"Just go Knight!" She told me. I nodded and left through the whole the painting had made.

"Where's Fawn?" Ib asked.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. "I'm sure she's fine though. We'll just wait for her."

"Garry, that's not a good idea." Ib told me as she looked around the room. There were tons of statues and paintings running around. "It's not safe here."

"We can't leave her!" I said back.

"Why are you guys just standing there?" Fawn asked as she literally appeared beside us. "We need to get going."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"There's a door over there. We can try there." She said with a shrug. "C'mon Knight, Ib's with me right?" Ib nodded happily.

"Fine." I said. We raced over to find that the door was already open. Fawn pulled it shut behind us and I put Ib down.

"See, that wasn't too bad, was it?" Fawn said with a smile.

"I thought you were dead!" I said as I put my hands on her shoulders. "Please don't do that to me." Her orange eyes sparkled for a second, but it went so fast it might've just been an illusion. 'I've only been with her for about an hour, and I've already grown attached to her...' I thought.

"Don't worry Knight, I'm fine." She told me. "What, are you in love with me or something?"

"No, I just don't want you dying." I told her.

"Alright, alright, I was kidding." She said with a smirk. "We should get going though. Or at lease find somewhere to rest. Ib looks like she's about to pass out."

I sat next to Ib on the floor. She was asleep, and Garry was keeping guard at the door. The room was completely silent. At that point in time, I couldn't stand silence. Silence at times like that is the worst. Before I could say anything, Garry did.

"So, are you really from the gallery?" He asked me.

"Where else would I be from?" I asked him.

"I don't know." He said with a sigh. "It's been racking my mind since I met you. When I asked if you were from the gallery, you hesitated a little. Why?"

"I dunno." I lied. "Any other questions you have?"

"Your eyes, are they really orange?" I laughed.

"That's something everyone asks." I told him with a smile. "But yeah, they're orange. My mom said that it's because of my personality."

"And what did she say about your personality?" He asked as he sat next to me.

"She said it's fiery. That I don't ever think before I do something. It always gets me in trouble. Not with teacher, but with the other kids. That's why I'm glad I came today. I got away from all of it."

"How do you get in trouble with the other kids?" Garry asked.

"Hm, someone actually cares." I said. "It's not all the kids. Just the people who make fun of people, and who are jerks. I never let them get away with it, and that just makes it all worse."

"Sometimes doing the right thing isn't always right." Garry told me. There was a small rustling sound as Ib woke up.

"Ib, you're awake!" I said. "Are you alright."

"I had a nightmare." She answered. I pulled her close and gave her a hug. "I was stuck in the gallery, and in the end I died."

"Don't worry." I told her in a soothing voice. "You'll be fine. I promise you." She let go of me and nodded. She handed Garry his coat.

"Here." He held out a piece of yellow candy. "Take it. Go ahead and eat it." She smiled and put it in her pocket. "So, are you guys ready to go?"

"I guess so." I answered. I stood up, and helped them both up.

"I'm ready." Ib answered. 'She's so optimistic. To tell the truth, I'm scared to death.'

'Aw, you're scared?' A voice in my head said.

'Mary?' I asked it.

'Yup.' She told me. 'Looks like I've made my way into your head.'

'Looks like you did.' I told her. 'But you'll be gone soon little girl. You're not even a girl. You're a painting.' She was silent. 'Yeah, just leave.'

'Never.' She said. 'Just watch your rose from now on, alright?' She said before the voice disappeared.

After that, I decided to do the exact opposite of what I usually do. I looked at my rose. One of the orange petals was replaced by a yellow one. That was the point I realized that all this was really happening. And I also realized that a psycho painting girl was taking me over.

A/N: MARY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY OC'S HEAD!? Lols, but this changed POVs a few times. Oh well. Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading, and BYHE!