Authors note- I only have two words: Boss fight. Ha ha! Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Fiona hurried down the secret staircase, skidding to a stop near the statue.
She held the reflecting glass up to eye-level, examining it carefully. She was right, the silver key she'd found had opened the drawer and revealed the mirror-glass...and she had taken it, silently cheering her efforts. Then the monster came back. She'd hid in the shadows behind the study door, praying it wouldn't see her as it stumbled aimlessly around the room. She managed to sneak away when it went to look for her elsewhere, and dashed back to the second-floor piano room (Where she discovered the first lunar refractor), and then scaled down the ladder near that monster's shed. She'd run all the way back to the secret staircase room without being caught. She sighed, feeling relieved and gently pressed the glass into it's crater.
It fit in perfectly, and Fiona smiled, rotating the statue so it faced the other. She stepped away once it clicked into place, and saw a light beam hit the glass from the first lunar refractor that she positioned to face the moon, then bouncing onto the next statue-
-whose beam hit the sealed doorway, the heavy door sliding open instantly. Now what's here... She went through it, into another hall, one that was completely drenched, so water dripped onto the tiled floor from the ceiling. She stepped inside, careful not to slip, and moved down it, following a long, curving staircase leading downwards, that lead into-
-another hallway, but this one was so dark, she couldn't even see a the floor. She moved forward a few steps and stopped in front of the shadowed floor, looking at it cautiously. She extended one leg, lightly stepping onto it-
-but no, there was nothing there, her leg fell and she could feel herself falling with it. Losing balance. As she fell, she grasped at the air wildly with her hands, trying to catch hold of anything-
-then her fingers found something hard, a stone ledge in which she clung on for dear life. Oh god. She hung there, feeling her fingers beginning to slip. Concentrate. She slowly hoisted herself up shakily, one leg over the ledge so she sat there, balancing. She was in the dark area now, and she could see three lit platforms, the one she'd been on near the entrance, one towards the middle, closest to her and the other near the end. This better be worth it. She felt weird; she still couldn't see was she was sitting on... I can't sit here forever...I need to move. Slowly, she began using one hand to feel and follow the path her ledge went to. It's like I'm blind-folded, she thought, crawling down the area her hand confirmed was safe. She made it to the middle-lit platform, feeling more relief. Then it quickly went away.
"I'm stuck now" she said to herself. A bark. Hewie appeared at the doorway, prancing towards her.
"No! Hewie stay!" she cried out, afraid the dog would fall-
-but he didn't, he moved casually across the darkness without a stumble. "How did you..." she said weakly as he reached her side. "You amaze me" she said, scratching his head. Using Hewie was a lot more easier...she stuck close to him, memorizing the path as he walked ahead of her, and calling him back if she was unsure. A few times she almost crawled on nothing. Once tile broke lose and clattered to the bottom of the pits. Fiona listened, feeling her stomach twist. It sounded like a long drop. Trying to ignore it, she continued following Hewie's white tail, finally reaching the other side. She got to her feet, giving Hewie a quick rub behind the ears for his efforts before slowly moving towards the only door. As she pushed it open, she coughed from thick clouds of dust. She stood still, waiting a few seconds for it to settle.
The chapel?
It looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. Thick layers of dust caked the pews leading up the the altar. The coloured glass-windows shone with some mysterious light. Fiona walked straight towards the altar, awed, dust rising with her every step. She stopped and stared at it. The altar consisted several dead flower bouquets, an ancient bible resting in the centre and behind it, a marble statue in the form of a beautiful woman-
-and hanging from her, was a shiny metallic object. Fiona squinted, and moved closer. A key. Her heart skipped a beat. The key Lorenzo told me about! She carefully stepped up onto an engraved square block, extending her arms. It took all her height, including standing on her toes, to reach it. She yanked it from it's holder and jumped off the crate, examining it thoughtfully. It was etched with a strange symbol...but it didn't look like the key to the castle gates, it was too small but-
-creaaaakkkk. Oh no. Fiona looked down at Hewie. The dog was growling, his face pointed towards the chapel's entrance, and Fiona followed his gaze as she slipped the key in her pocket, feeling that the worst was about to come-
-and that monster, the one that feverishly pursued her when she first got here was standing behind the door, eying her longfully. He slowly closed the door before raising his arms up, clapping them together in glee and giggling loudly, like some demented child. With him blocking the door, she couldn't possibly get out, and even if there was that chance, she had to be slow and careful while crossing the dark room again...
I'm trapped.
Fiona stepped back, watching him warily as he lumbered towards her, looking excited. Her keen eyes tried searching for a way out...then she saw it. The massive chandelier of the chapel, made from beautiful glass, looking expensive and heavy. Attached to it were two pulleys...if she broke one and get him to stand underneath the chandelier, it could knock him out, long enough for herself and Hewie to escape. It was worth a try. Either try something or I'm dead anyway.
She waited for him to get close, then ducked to the right, his hand hitting the air. "Hewie!" she screamed out. As she ran for the left pulley, she heard an anguished scream of pain and spared a moment to look. Hewie had clamped his jaws around the monster's fat neck, biting down as hard as he could. Fiona glanced at the pulley, trying to find a way to release the lock. No, it was too stiff and rusted to unlock normally. I have to break it. She began kicking out at with her leg, feeling it hurt as it collided with the metal, but ignoring it. She bit her lip and focused, trying to ignore the monster's screams and Hewie's yelps. Nearly! Hold on Hewie! She gave it a final kick. It gave way, the chain sliding a little as the pulley came loose.
She shot a glance at the chandelier. It still hung, now swaying slightly. Eh? Why won't it come down?! She looked towards the other pulley. Maybe I have to break that one too! She dashed toward it and something furry flew past her face. Hewie hit the far wall and shank into a heap, whimpering.
"No! Hewie!" she screamed. She spun around to see the monster right next to her, close enough for her to smell him, an unpleasant, sweaty smell. He laughed, arms outstretched to give her a bear hug. It was too late to dodge. Fiona felt herself being lifted up in the air, pressed tightly to his chest, and also being squeezed in his arms. He'll break me at this point! She squirmed, kicking out in random directions, trying to remove herself from his grasp-
-and one of her kicks must have hit him in the groin. He let her go, doubling over in pain. And she scrabbled to her feet, and began kicking at the right pulley, looking behind in fear as the monster staggered up, his face no longer happy and excited...but angry. He charged at her with some kind of inhuman roar-
-and she leapt to the side, as he plummeted into the pulley. It smashed instantly. Fiona glanced up again. Why isn't that chandelier falling?! She looked towards the monster, fresh out of ideas. "Hewie!" she said weakly. The dog lay still, unmoving. She backed away towards the altar, the monster following, his eyes narrowed towards her. Cracckkk. Fiona glanced up, her heart skipping a beat. The chandelier...it's falling...Without another thought, Fiona charged at him, thrusting her arms out, cringing a little as her hands touched the damp material of his ragged shirt. Stunned from her push, he stepped back a few paces, then looked up-
-and the chandelier fell, smashing right on top of him. With a wailing scream, he fell too, and then after that, there was only silence.
It hurt, it hurt all over.
He felt the world go black, and only knew one thing, that he was hurting so much like he'd never been hurted before...that dolly had hurt him bad, and he was angry because it wouldn't let him play with it...all he wanted to do was play-
-and when the world came back, he could see a white light, and his dolly was standing there too, its hands held together. He stared in awe, watching the light behind it go brighter and brighter so he could only see white. The thoughts that made him angry faded away. He sunk down onto the cool cold floor, needing to sleep, he was so sleepy.
Sleep. Sleep.
Sleep was all he needed. He could hear sweet words being whispered while he slept, the last thing his eyes seeing was that light and his dolly.
No. Not dolly.
An Angel.
He opened his eyes again, vision coming back to him and saw the angel and its friend near by him, watching him with their eyes. He groaned, feeling the hurtiness come back and pushed the heavy object off him. The angel still watched him.
Still on his knees, he sunk low to all fours, master telling him to respect the angel. Then, he got to his feet, slowly moving, because he was still hurting badly, and headed away from the angel. He could still feel it watch him, and now he knew.
Not allowed to play anymore.
Fiona was exhausted, her foot bruised from all the kicking, but she followed Hewie out of the chapel. The dog had only been knocked out thankfully, and didn't seem too badly hurt, despite the fact he'd been thrown from one side of the room to the other. After the monster fell unconscious, she'd limped over to Hewie, holding him in her arms, telling him it was alright and they could leave now...
The monster then stirred and woke up. But unlike before...he didn't chase them or hurt them. Either they taught him a lesson or he came to his senses. His eyes are like a child's...that's probably what he really is inside...In a strange way, Fiona had the feeling he wouldn't try to hurt her or Hewie again.
That was a good thing.
Their steps were slow, but they made it back to the castle, Fiona trying to find a bit of food for the dog in the kitchen. It seemed that maid had finished cooking...whatever she was cooking... There were a few hanging strips of meat and something raw left on the cutting board...Fiona's hunger faded, that sick feeling coming back. That's what food looks like before you eat it. Get over it.
She laid down a few pieces of raw meat that Hewie began munching on without protesting. As she watched him eat, something hard poked her leg through the skirt. She dug through the skirt's small pockets and found it, that key she'd gotten at the chapel. All that work for a little key? I really hope it was worth it. She fingered the symbol on it, recognising the design but forgetting exactly where it came from...
-that door. The door that led off the map in that secret staircase room near the chapel. "Of course" she said out aloud, startling Hewie. She absently stroked his head, feeling her hopes get high. That lead to a mansion...that lead to freedom.
She waited for the dog to finish his meal then beckoned him to follow her back to the courtyard, and into the secret staircase room. She scaled the stairs quickly, Hewie at her heels and made it to the top.
This door! Fiona held up the key she'd gotten in that church, matching its symbol to the symbol on that door. A match. She gently inserted the key, smiling a little as the lock clicked open. Finally, things seemed to going right-
-then a pale white hand grasped her own. Fiona felt her heart jump in shock, the key she'd been holding fell to the floor with a heavy clink that echoed around the huge room. She turned slowly, finding herself face to face with that maid. She gasped. The maid gazed at her through those empty gray eyes before her pale lips parted. "Dinner is served Miss"
What? Fiona stared at her, at a loss for words. The maid moved herself closer, so Fiona could feel her breath on her cheeks. "Dinner is served Miss" she repeated, more slowly, clearly as if she was talking to a deaf person.
With a smile that didn't reach her eyes, she gripped Fiona by the arm and escorted her back to the castle, Fiona feeling helpless against her will.
Hurray! Debi is gone now! Hey Kairisoul09, good to see you playing the game! See how many times you die, you're bound to die at least once...lol. At least once you finish, you can unlock those cool items that let you turn invisible and stuff. Callistocat, have you finished the game yet? he he. Its nice to see others playing the game I love. People around me think its annoying.
Anyways please review! I shall put up the next chapter!!!
