"Misty? Pikachu?" Ash turned and looked at the door behind him that he had just come out of. He could have sworn he'd heard Misty and Pikachu yelling and then a crash. The sounds had come from that room, and that was the room he had landed in when the floor broke from under him. The door was open, but it was so dark he couldn't see in.
"Misty, Pikachu, you guys there?" He called again, but there was still no answer. He walked towards the door, but when he was only about two metres away, the door swung out and shut itself. He ran to the door and grabbed the handle. Luckily it wasn't locked, but when he opened the door it revealed a completely different corridor, with icy coloured blue walls and a wooden floor.
"What's going on in this wacky house?" Ash asked himself. He walked into the new corridor and looked around. Nothing abnormal about this area, but he didn't like the paintings.
Not the sort of paintings you'd expect to find in a normal corridor. They were all of skeletons covered in blood with axes sticking out of their head, vampires with piercing glares, insane-looking people with axes or daggers and even a dead person!
Wait a second. Ash stopped and looked at the picture of the dead person, who was lying on their stomach with a dagger sticking out of the back of their head, blood covering their face. It was the only framed painting along the corridor, and person in the picture looked, familiar. Ash backed away as he shone the light on it. They looked like him!
"Ok, I can't stand this place, I've gotta get out of here" He said turning and walking fast down the corridor, ignoring the paintings.
But he froze suddenly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was too afraid to look. Then, he heard an eerie, icy cold voice whisper in his ear.
"You've seen your faith, now except it..."
Ash began to breath faster and his heart began to pound harder. He swallowed hard and looked down at his shoulder, only to see a bone white hand on his shoulder.
Correction, to see a skeleton hand on his shoulder!
He panicked and swung around, only to meet the same blood covered skeleton from the painting he'd seen earlier. He back slowly away from the skeleton, who was easily twice his size, and noticed that the characters from the other paintings were standing behind the skeleton. The vampire, the insane person, they were all glaring at him somewhat hungrily. The light from the torch cast scary shadows over their faces.
The insane person was laughing quietly and his eyes had the glint of a murderer in them, and seemed to long for bloodshed.
The vampire's glare cut right through Ash and made him shiver. The vampire eyes were red and his face was a greyish white colour. His wing-like cloak seemed to blow slightly, though there was no wind.
The skeleton reached behind him and pulled the axe out of the back of his head, pulling out the axe and holding it out in front of him. "Your faith was sealed when you entered this house, don't try to escape the inevitable"
Ash couldn't move because of his fear, all he could do was watch as the skeleton walked up, towering above him and raise the axe. He was snapped to his senses just in time, dodging the axe only by inches and letting it drive into the wooden floor. He looked up at the skeleton's face, which somehow showed anger, before turning and taking off down the corridor.
"Get him!" Ash heard the skeleton call as he ran down the corridor. He could hear the footsteps slowly catching up to him. The clanging of mental on metal as the creatures hit their weapons off the others weapons reminded Ash of the daggers and axes they carried with them, causing him to run faster.
Then it stopped.
There wasn't a sound around him apart from his own footsteps and his own breathing. He slowed to a walk and looked nervously behind him. Not a creature in sight, and more importantly not a weapon in sight.
Ash sighed and fell against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground. He really regretted not taking the chance to back out.
"Ash..."
Ash's head jerked up as he heard his name being called. He knew the voice, "Misty? Misty, were are you?" He called as he stood up.
Before him, a white figure emerged from the wall in front of him. It was Misty! But how could she go through a wall? And beside her white form, was Pikachu! Pikachu was white also, and both of them were floating at least three inches off the ground. Pikachu was growling angrily and was glaring at him. "Misty, Pikachu, what's going on?" Ash asked in a shaky and worried voice.
The ghost of Misty looked up at him, an angry expression spread across her face. "It's all your fault Ash" She said in an echoing voice. "Look what you've done to us"
To Be Continued
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