Kane laughed out loud as he heard Garry yell his name. Now he know it feels, Kane thought, when the person you want most is slipping away from you.

I'm waiting, Garry.


Garry rushed through the gallery, his arms occupied by Ib who was unconscious and barely breathing. He'd decided. He was going to go back with Ib, save her from the fire and then spend his life with her.

Kane hadn't proved to be worth helping. In fact, when Garry saw him, he was going to punch Kane through a wall. He wasn't the strongest person, but if someone threatened Ib…

…he was sure to find the strength to.

He carried on running, the gallery's tricks and puzzles and riddles proved to be no barrier now. He was unfamiliar with this part, seeing as he hadn't got past the hallway. He clutched Ib tighter to him, willing her to hang on. Ib stirred in his arms a few times, and he looked, hopeful, to see if her eyes were open. But they weren't. He couldn't cling to false hope. He just had to find Kane, beat him senseless before reviving her rose and then going back to their world.

He finally arrived at what seemed to be the old gallery. A place he hadn't seen for nine years. Well, he'd just had a white ceiling and white walls to accompany him, but he brushed this aside, his footsteps echoing on the ground as he ran towards the big mural which was The Fabricated World.

He was greeted by Kane, Ib's red rose in his shirt's front pocket and he clapped sarcastically, smirking sadistically.

"I see you finally made it."

"Give me her damn rose and I'll spare you."

"Ooh, I'm so scared."

Garry started towards the painting, that looked like the inside of Ib's apartment. It was burning, the flames painted in red and orange, and he could see it was dangerously close to where they last were. Kane suddenly produced Ib's dying rose from behind him.

"I'll be taking Ib with me."

"No."

"Oh, I think I will, unless you want to see her die."

Garry looked at Ib, holding her close.

"I also heard," Kane continued. "That once you exit this world, you forget everything."

"She'll remember me again."

"Will she? After she's married me? Haha, can you imagine it Garry? Seeing her walking up the aisle. But the groom isn't you. It's me. It will always be me."

Garry glared at him, "if you go back with her, she'll never forgive you."

"Why? Idiot, she won't remember anything that happened here."

"She'll remember. Before she jumped into this gallery, those events still occurred. She'll know I pulled her in, and you know it."

"Then I'll make sure your portrait burns."

"Then she'll hate you for eternity."

"Then I'll have to make her love me."

Garry's eyes were like flames now. Kane noticed this and loved to see him so angry yet so calm and collected.

"Garry, instead of arguing, why don't you just leave Ib?"

"…"

"You want freedom, don't you Garry? And let's face it; with the state she is in she won't live long back in that world. But you and me? We're fit, healthy and strong. We could escape."

Garry gently placed Ib down. He walked towards him, nodding, before suddenly sending himself flying at Kane. The impact drove Kane off of his feet and they rolled. Garry got on top, driving his fist into Kane's face repeatedly as Kane heard his nose crack, blood trickling down to his lips. Kane responded with a head-butt and Garry staggered off of him. Kane grabbed his hair, slamming Garry's head down onto the ground viciously. Garry coughed, a trickle of blood running from the side of his mouth. He then gripped Kane's wrist and twisted it violently, a snap filling the air as Kane howled in agony. Garry sent a kick at his stomach and Kane was sent flying back, hitting into the wall. His bloodied hands clutched at the red rose, and Garry's eyes widened.

"Don't Kane… this is between me and you…"

"Is it?" Kane sneered. "I beg to differ. If she hadn't fought me off in the first place, none of this would have happened."

"If you pull off that petal, I will kill you."

"Let's compromise. I walk through back to our world, and then you either send Ib over or walk over yourself. It is up to her to marry me or not. But even if I did not pull off this petal," Kane continued. "She would still live in agony here."

"Neither me or Garry is going to live here anymore," said a weak yet loud voice, and both young men's heads turned to see Ib, clutching her stomach as she held an empty vase.

"Ib?" They both questioned, before Ib hurtled the vase at the glass frame. It shattered, and flames began to course into the gallery. Garry cried out for Ib, who he couldn't see amidst the smoke. He then saw her brown hair, and he could see her falling. Garry yelled, dashing through the fire and diving into her, falling into the painting as Kane ripped off the last petal of the rose.