There was a loud splash as Linda emerged, surprisingly dry, from the "Abyss of the Deep" onto some green stairs. In fact, the stairs weren't the only thing that was green. The whole room, from the wallpaper to the floor and even ceiling, was adorned in a drab green color. At the end of the stairs, Linda looked around and saw two identical paintings mirrored on either side of the stairs. The only difference was that one had an underlying green tone and the other had an underlying black tone. Looking to her left, Linda saw a writing desk of sorts and a door at the end. She walked over to the door, but no luck. It was locked.
Linda then made her way to the other end of the hallway where the wall was plastered with letters. "COME", they spelled. At the very end, there was a beautiful black rose in a vase on a table. The table was blocking the door and Linda had no other leads. Not daring to trust anything, Linda left the rose and tried to push the table out of the way, but the table wouldn't budge. Linda walked around it to see if it was caught on anything, and when she did, she noticed that there was a sign that read,
"You and the rose are united,
know the weight of your own life."
So I'm somehow connected to this rose? Linda wondered as she picked it up. Shaking her head, she put the stem of the rose in her pocket and resumed her pathetic attempts to push the table. However, it was a lot easier to push now and Linda effortlessly moved it out of the way. The door was unlocked, and she walked in to find a painting of a woman whose hair was flowing out of the frame and onto the carpeted ground. Beneath the painting was another sign that read
"When the rose wilts,
so too will you rot away."
The painting was smiling sweetly at Linda, a sweet toothless, closed smile. Her eyes were closed and there on the floor right in front of her was a key. Linda bent down to pick it up, but when she looked up again, the paining had changed.
The woman's eyes and mouth were open and her tongue stuck out like a lizard's. Linda was extremely unnerved by the sudden change. Still clutching the key, Linda shakily retreated out of the room. After closing the door, Linda felt the fear rising in her chest. She couldn't help but think of what the sign had said back in the gallery. "And LIFE." Were the paintings alive? She wondered before stopping dead in her tracks. The walls, which had spelled COME earlier, had changed. The letters now spelled FEIHT in dripping, crimson paint. Linda began walking towards the stairs. She has had enough.
BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Linda jumped back as the paint fell from the ceiling in groups and formed the word on the ground. Looking back, Linda realized that from that view, the letters on the wall also spelled the same word. THIEF. Thief. Was it because of this flower?! Linda ran back to the vase and attempted to put it back. The table had moved back to where it was originally, in front of the door, but this time, there was a green rose wedged in the vase. Linda tried to put the black rose back, but in her attempt, one of the petals broke off. Sharp pain shot through her body, and left her gingerly holding the rose. She wasn't going to steal another item, and she couldn't return the black rose, so she left the green rose in the vase and carefully put the black rose in her pocket so that the stem was securely in, but the petals were exposed to no harm. The pain eased up ever so slightly after a while and she made her way back to the stairs. However, going back that way wasn't an option anymore for where the stairs used to be was an impassive wall.
Linda stared agape at the wall and then began to pound on it, but to no avail. Giving up, she reached into her other pocket for her lighter, but her fingers closed around another object. The key! In her haste, she had forgotten about the locked door at the end of the hall. Seeing as how she had nowhere else to go, Linda walked to the end of the hall with the writing desk and the door. When she walked past the desk, she heard a faint scribbling noise and looked at the journal on the desk. The journal had something scrawled on a page.
{A/N: This is supposed to be in Greek but I can't change font! ;A;}
Raven, Linda 003et2: Survived Trial One.
Linda had no clue as to what the heck it was. It was all Greek to her. What she did know was that the ink was fresh, and still wet, but there was no one who could've been there and gone so quickly. A shiver ran down her spine and Linda decided to ignore the book. Cautiously, she went to go unlock the door. The moment the key entered the keyhole, it dissolved into the door and disappeared. Linda was shocked, but nevertheless pushed through the door and began her escape.
A/N: Before you guys kill yourselves trying to figure out what the numbers mean, they don't mean anything XD I couldn't be creative so I closed my eyes and picked numbers and letters! :D Sorry about that ^^; Well, here's chapter two! Hope you guys liked it! Feedback is amazing! :D
Thanks InuChimera7410 for being my Beta cat :3!