And here we have Aqua.
I don't own anything.
She didn't get very far, however. As she made her way down the dimly lit road, glancing upward at her guiding light, she was absolutely dumbfounded when her trail ended at a large gate, closing off her way out.
"You can't be serious!" She stomped her foot and turned around, hands on her hips. "Well, looks like I'm going the opposite way."
And so she ventured off and came across the bizarre sight of a massive bus, lodged between two buildings in such an abnormal way that she had stare and take in what she was seeing. This wasn't something any man could do alone, let alone have it fit right between the two buildings like that. She walked towards it and did an experimental push, praying it would budge in some way, but nothing happened. She tried harder, but the large vehicle only groaned in response. Aqua frowned once she realized it wasn't planning on moving any time soon, her pushing turning into punching. The metal bus creaked and groaned at the abuse.
"Let me out of this place! You can't keep me locked in here forever!"
She got no reply, of course, but she needed to let some of her frustration and fear out and this would do just fine. Maybe the people that had stuck her in here were listening. For once in her life, she wanted to truly hurt a person and make them suffer. This wasn't any simple prank; this was a sick bastard who had a sick way of having fun; she just happened to be his target.
"I'm getting out of here, one way or another. And once I do…once I do, I'm going to make sure this place ceases to exist. A place like this shouldn't even be here to begin with."
Her emotions having calmed and with her mission firmly in her mind, she turned away from the bus that blocked her path and made her way back onto the four-way that was 7th Street. She assessed each road for a moment, then switched her attention to the buildings when she saw the roads were of no help. Each building looked completely abandoned, with graffiti and litter surrounding each one, from the stout ones to the tall, thin ones. Every single one was grey in color and even the colorful graffiti seemed dull and almost drained of color. What was this place?
Her feet moved up and down each road, slowly, as she examined each building, trying a few doors that were locked or blocked off by debris from the inside. She was surprised when she stumbled across a new street named Wretik Street, which merely looped back onto 7th Street. But regardless of the road she took, it ended with something blocking her path, with no way to go around, under, over or through it.
She was completely boxed in.
"Damnit…no way in these buildings, no way out of this area and no one here to help me. They certainly didn't want to make it easy for me, did they?" She muttered to herself. "But there has to be something they've overlooked. Something here that they didn't think about…some way for me to get out of here."
She let her mind and feet wander about, her mind trying to find an answer to her problem. It wasn't until she took a turn back onto Wretik Street that something in the back of an alley caught her eye, flashing white against blurring grey. Her head snapped up as she quickly backtracked, eyes scanning the area until they landed upon a small piece of paper, taped haphazardly to the brick wall. Warily, she made her way towards it, but froze when she saw more of the details on paper itself.
Blood. Blood smeared, splattered on the white paper, already dried and dark for who-knows-how-long. Her own blood ran cold in her veins at the handprint that lay beneath the paper, appearing to have been dragged down the length of the bricks and disappearing without a trace. It was as if someone had used their last moments to tape this to the wall, then died right after.
She finally focused on the unsteady handwriting, body tense and blood racing as she breathed the words aloud.
"Collect pages...door unlock...trapped forever."
Trapped. Trapped forever.