Author's Note: First, I want to say thanks to all of my reviewers. You guys are the GREATEST; I didn't know this story would be that good. ^_^ Hey, have you managed to solve the riddle in the third chapter? "He who can see past the façade is destined for darkness. He who accepts the façade is destined for light. The time has come to make the decision." If you have, kudos! If not, keep thinking and don't give up, 'kay? One other little thing: if you think you have it figured out and tell me your answer via my email address (so no one can steal your answer), one of your characters could score a major role in this story! Just a little added bonus. All right, I'm done talking now.
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I didn't know what to do. It doesn't matter how much I scream and pound on the wall where the door used to be; no one can hear me. All I could think about was how I was going to escape from this room without turning the lights on, as Yami told me not to do. But it piques my curiosity: what am I not supposed to see? It can't be that terrible in here. If I really wanted to, I could flip the light switch right now and look for an alternative exit… The thought of it made me shudder.
I sat down on the floor and stared into the darkness that shrouded me. I felt uneasy, like there was something else in the room, watching me. With Yami around, however, I doubt I'd feel this panic-stricken. I was really beginning to worry about him. I'd called out to him countless times with my mind, trying to get even the tiniest hint that he's okay, but all I can hear is stillness.
How could the Millennium Puzzle disappear like that? I thought. It's got to have something to do with that screeching sound…and the portrait. If only I could figure this out. But I can't see a thing in this darkness…
I didn't have a choice anymore. I had to turn the lights on. If I don't, I might not ever see Yami (or the outside world) again.
But if I disobey Yami, the consequences could be dire. I can't remember a time when he's lied to me.
I cradled my head in my hands. Now I was even more confused. I want out of here badly, but I don't want to defy Yami's word…
After many moments of silent dispute with myself, I'd made up my mind. I know I probably made a foolish decision, but I'd decided to turn the lights on and see for myself what's so horrid in here. I ascended to my feet, fumbled about for the light, and flicked the switches up. The overhead lights hummed as they came to life, illuminating themselves one-by-one. I turned my head all about, preparing to look for another door.
Then I stopped. Everything was blurred, like there were massive amounts of water in my eyes. I raised one of my hands to my right eye and dabbed at whatever was blurring my vision. It didn't help much. In fact, it made my vision worse. I rubbed at both of my eyes using my sleeve, desperately hoping this would help. It had no effect whatsoever. What was in my eyes anyway? I looked down at my hands and nearly fainted.
They were bloody.
It wasn't blood from my hands, it couldn't be. So the only other explanation was…the blood was flowing from my eye sockets. I delicately fingered all around both of my eyes with a single finger, and then felt sick. It certainly was generating from my eyes. In massive amounts too.
My eyes began to burn. I covered them and screamed out in pain and horror, then shut my eyes and shielded them with one arm. They felt like they were on fire now, and I had seriously begun to panic. With a single hand, I blindly reached for the light switches, but what I felt underneath my skin wasn't the wall. It was warm; it had a heart beat. It was alive.
And it was angry.