The Divinest Sense
"Much Madness is Divinest Sense" –Emily Dickinson
Chapter 3:
Her loud gasps were covered by the sounds of her feet slapping against the concrete. She whipped her head behind her to see if she had woken anyone, but was surprised when she didn't find any doors open with people looking at her weirdly. She looked in front of her once again while moving a few chocolate strands from her face.
She flew down the hallway in hopes of getting to the cellar before anything happened. If anything did, an innocent would be hurt and it would be her fault. She would end up killing the guilty party. She would be a part of that guilty party.
She slowed as she rounded a corner. Her feet had carried her to the hallway. The one everyone feared to be in. The one that held the rooms where people would be killed. The one that excited her.
She felt a strange rush explode throughout her body as she got closer to the cellar door. She smiled knowing of everything that had happened in this hallway. Everything she had done in this hallway.
Things you could do again.
Joy sometimes had weird voices come in her head. They would mention unspeakable things and tell her to do some of them. She had control over the voices though. She was the Queen after all. The Queen ruled over everything.
Joy's hand reached for the cellar's door knob and pulled her personal key out of her pocket. Once the door was unlocked, she jiggled it open and continued her run down the steps. Within the middle of the staircase, she tripped, but caught herself at the end of it. The brunette darted through he cellar's darkness.
"Patricia? Jerome? Patricia! Jer-," her yelling was interrupted by one of her best friends.
"You're too late, Joy. He's already gone," Patricia smirked and moved her lantern around the room to show Joy that Jerome wasn't there.
"Damn it, Patricia! You know we don't take out innocents-!"
Patricia sighed, "She's not innocent Joy! You wanted her gone anyway."
"No, Patricia. I wanted information on her. Not her death!" Joy raised her hands to her face and rubbed down it. All of this shit from Patricia was stressing her out and she needed her to stop.
"Joy, I saw her yesterday. She was in our room, searching through our stuff. She could be the Police Eye everyone is talking about and we can't let them shut the institute down because Sibuna would be shut down. I know you don't want that, do you?" Patricia had a point, but Joy couldn't be so sure. They would have to investigate further before making assumptions.
"Of course not, but I don't think we should jump to conclusions." Joy gave Patricia a stern look that indicated if she were to argue with her furthermore, then things would not end well.
Patricia nodded, "Fine. I will get what you need. You go find Jerome and stop him."
Joy left before Patricia could say anything else.
~*~*~The Divinest Sense~*~*~
"Fabian! What's going on?! Where are you taking us," Nina asked over and over again. It was really starting to annoy Amber, but she knew that Nina wasn't used to this kind of thing and, quite frankly, it scared the living shit out of Amber.
Fabian had taken Nina by the hand and Nina had taken Amber's. They raced together down the halls to wherever Fabian led them. Amber kind of just followed along with a blank face; the situation had her totally shocked. She couldn't believe that someone had wanted to hurt Nina, the friend of Amber Millington. Amber knew she was probably one of the most rich and famous of the entire institute, so why harm her and her loved ones? They should be gracious that she was even in their presence.
The astonishment of the ordeal slowly left Amber's face and she became very angry. So angry that she stopped in the middle of the hallway, pulling her friends back.
Nina turned to her, surprised. "What are you doing, Amber?! We have to go!"
She shook her head, making her long blonde hair sway around her. "No. I know where to go. Follow me."
They began going in the opposite direction and went up to the back of the west wing. She took two keys out of her pocket, one silver, one gold, and shoved the silver one into the door. The door opened up to a staircase that lead up to an unknown place.
"What is this," Nina asked.
Amber stepped inside and started going up the stairs. She turned and said, "It's an attic. Come on."
~*~*~The Divinest Sense~*~*~
Joy crept slowly behind the blonde in front of her. She had finally found him and had followed him all the way to the back of the east wing. He held a dagger in his hand and she knew that if she startled him, it would be game over.
It looked like he was heading toward the attic. Joy had warned Fabian to take Nina to a remote spot by the guards in the front of the building, but not here. Here, Jerome could kill them without getting noticed and that was not what she wanted to happen.
Suddenly, she tripped (Joy was a bit of a clutz) and made a scrapping noise against the concrete. Joy quickly dove into an open room before Jerome could turn and see her.
"Who's there," his voice ran out. She looked at the room behind her for a place to hide, but all she could see was the rusty hammer on a desk.
Take it.
"No," she whispered. She knew if she took it that he would feel threatened and go for the kill.
Take it, the voice said slightly louder.
"No."
Take it!
"No!" A gasp left Joy's lips and she staggered back. She tightly pressed her hands to her mouth.
"This is it," she said, "I'm going to die."
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