Here it is! Chapter 4! This one was pretty hard for me. There was two ways this could have gone, and I had to choose one. In the end, I thought this plot line would be best for the story that will unfold. I hope ya'll enjoy!
********Disclaimer: I do not own Ib the game or the character. This is not for profit, only fun.********
"Garry, I've really missed you." I sat with my back against the box next to the 'Forgotten Portrait'. The dust had settled and I could see the full extent of the damage I'd caused.
The painting 'Haven of the Scholar' was still lying on the floor face up and beyond it multiple tarps were crumpled on the ground. Scooting around to face Garry, I pulled my bag up and opened it.
"Ever since I started to forget little things, I decided to write the memories that I still have in a diary." I pulled out the leather bound diary. "It turned out more like letters to you though. It's almost full too; three years' worth of letters to you. But, it's mainly rabble." Flipping through the letters in front of Garry's portrait, I felt lonelier than ever. "Honestly Garry, you didn't need to switch the Roses…Idiot." Tears threatened to fall again.
It was strange; talking to a painting of Garry and not the real thing. If he were here, he'd be patting my head telling me not to worry about it. He'd apologize for worrying me and offer me a lemon candy. Reaching in my bag, I pulled out one of the yellow wrapped sweets. Ever since I got out of the Twisted World, I'd had a craving for sweets, mainly lemon candy and macaroons. There was never a time I left home without one or the other.
"Garry, I really wanted to tell you that I-"
"Are you sure you heard something down here? Looks empty to me."
"I swear I heard a voice, John. Then there was all this rustling."
I jerked my head around and saw to curators making their way towards me. NO! I needed more time with Garry! But if I was caught…
Getting up, I swung my hand out for my bag only to have it collide with a stack of paintings I hadn't seen. They clattered to the floor out a horribly out noise.
"There, did you hear that? Hey, you! Stop whoever you are!" One of the men called out.
Scrambling up my bag and book, I hit my foot and tripped on the painting I had torn and dropped my dairy. It fell directly onto 'Haven of the Scholar' and…vanished. I was still falling from hitting the painting and only had enough sense to lean towards the side. But, the paintings that I had knocked over were lying scattered on the ground and I was heading straight for one that was a picture of a loan boat in a lake. I braced myself for impact and…
I felt the coolness of water slid over my skin as I seemed to fall deeper into the water. Before I knew it I had reached the bottom. Looking up, I realized I could still breathe. And there in front of me was a single door with painted words saying 'Welcome back Eve. Let's play.' And there, on the ground in front of the door, was my Red Rose.
…Change in POV...
"So, who do I have to thank for this?" The blue dolls just stared and gave their high pitched giggle. "Honestly, not cute at all…"
"Garry's mad. Garry's mad. Garry's mad."
I leaned my head back against the wall to stare at the ceiling and sighed. Bring my hand up over my head, I stared at what I held. A Blue Rose with a scant amount of petals. My Blue Rose. Somehow it had revived enough for me to wake up. I still hurt all over, but it was good to be conscious again. I don't know how much time had passed, just that when I woke up, about fifty of these creepy dolls were sitting all around me.
"I hope Eve is ok." I could see her small frame with her brave smile.
"Eve got out! Eve got out!" The dolls sang and giggled. They gave me the chills.
Well, at least she got out. She's probably at home, snuggled up with her parents and acting like nine year-old should. Eve had had to grow up quick in this Twisted World and I really didn't do anything to help…But that still left the question of who put my Rose in a vase to revive it. It could have been…
"Mary?" I stared again at my Blue Rose. The little blue things gave a happy scream.
"Mary! Mary! Mary! Maaarrrrryyyyy!" Ok, now it was time to move.
Standing up took more effort than I thought. But, once on my feet, I had more motivation to get moving. Looking around, I was slightly confused at my surroundings.
I wasn't in that awful crayon smelling house any more, it was a long hall with green carpet. There was a single door at one end that was opened slightly. Stepping around the blue dolls, I made my way carefully to the door. Inside, the smell of old leather and fresh ink greeted me. It defiantly wasn't the type of room I had suspected. There was a single large book case with what seemed like hundreds of leather-bound books.
"I wonder if I'm in a different art piece…This doesn't at all look like any of the paintings at the gallery. Hmmm, I wonder-" As I reached out to take on of the books, the entire room began to shake and rumble. Books fell from their ledge and there was a tearing and cracking sound from the side of the room. Finally, it ended.
"What was that?"
"What was that! What was that!" Turning quickly, I saw all the dolls blocking the door. Dear God, this really wasn't good for my mental health…
Looking around the room, the book case was nearly in shambles. All the books had fallen from the shelves and landed on the floor. Picking one up, I tried to read the contents only to find it written in Latin. All the books seemed to be written in Latin or another strange language.
"Strange, all the books before I could read." Reaching for on last book, my gaze went to the far corner of the room. There, a huge gaping hole opened up in the wall. It must have opened up when the room was shaking. I took one step towards it and…
*THUMP!*
I cringe and waited. But nothing happened. Looking around, nothing seemed out of place; the dolls were still blocking the door, the books were still on the floor, and the book case…I looked closer at the book case and saw a leather book slimmer than the rest sitting on one of the shelves.
'There weren't any books on it before, right?' Walking back over to the book case, I grabbed the book and held my breath. Again nothing happened.
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid…" Opening the book to its cover page, I let out a gasp.
Written on the first black page was: This diary belongs to Eve
"Eve…How did this get here?" I started flipping through the pages only hesitate. This was her diary, I couldn't just open and read it. "I'll put it here from now." I placed it in one of my coat pockets near my Blue Rose.
"Eve…" I turned to look at the dolls again and regretted it. They looked bigger and had red paint spilling from their mouths. "Eve…Eve…EVE!"
Abandoning the rest of the books, I ran straight for the hole in the wall and prayed that it led to a place that was doll free. The echoes of the blue dolls continued behind me.
'What was all that? First I wake up, then there's a new room with Eve's diary, and now those creepy dolls are going crazy. Does that mean Eve's back?' My heart both skipped a beat and sunk. If she was here, I had to find her. I was not letting a little nine year-old walk around here alone.
"Don't worry Eve. I'm on my way."
Well, there you have it. Please review, comment, favorite, put on alert, etc. I'm looking forward to writing chapter 5. *3*
