The puppet House
Chapter Four
The Meeting
Sakura stumbled to the ground. Her legs felt like jelly, and it was not a good feeling mind you. Not a feeling when you see a good looking guy and your legs automatically just turn to jelly, far from that. This feeling came from fear.
Pure and untamed fear. Just shooting through her whole body, from toes to pink hair tips.
Bringing her hand to her trembling lips, she willed her self not to scream in pure horror. Feeling a tear slide her cheek she quickly brushed it away. A reflex after long years of being teased and not wanting anyone to see how much it affected her.
Gasping for air she tried to stand up. Just like a new born she stumbled and felled back on her bum. Wincing lightly she tried again. To her relief, she didn't fall back, but the green eyed female didn't feel so well. With shaking legs she grasped the nearest table on which stood the dust free lamp.
Holding the table in death grasp she willed her eyes to look at the 'welcoming' drawn on the wall again. Taking in a shaky breath and flinching, when it made her throat burn for some reason, Sakura took a wobbly step near it, only to flinch away from the smell it emitted.
It wasn't paint. It didn't have that stingy smell that made your nose tingle and your lungs to hunch in from the smell. It was a smell that made you flinch away just from realizing what it is. And made you feel metallic taste in your mouth.
Red.
Dark crimson.
Blood.
The writing was made in blood. Stumbling back in realization Sakura quickly tried dashing out only to fall flat on her face, when her leg got tangled in the lamps wire.
Groaning in pain she sat up and rubbed her nose. Flinching from pain when she touched a sore spot she let her hand drop only to put it up to her underlip and wipe away the blood. Apparently she got a split lip. Wrinkling at the metallic taste in her mouth she started untangling her leg from the wire.
Sighing in relief when she untangled her leg from the wire, Sakura quickly stood up, making her hair fly around her face momently blocking her sight. Sighing again, this time in frustration, she brushed her hair with her fingers only to freeze in her spot when someone caught her eye. She saw something moving. Just a quick flash of something red and it wasn't the writing on the wall. That didn't move an inch.
Taking in a trembling breath and dropping her hand from her pink hair, Sakura turned her head to where she saw movement. Seeing nothing there she sighed in relief but didn't let her guard down.
Slowly walking where she saw the movement she started trembling again. The feeling of being watched returned giving her chills and making the hair on her arms and back of her neck stand in alert.
Slowly inching to the wall she slid down it with her back facing it. Ignoring the cold and wet feeling it was giving to her, Sakura tried thinking what she should do now.
Staring blankly at the darkness the green eyes of the pink haired girl caught a quick movement again. Tensing up and waiting for an attack, she heavily breathed and clenched her hands in to fist, preparing to defend herself if needed. But no one attacked. Not even a single movement.
Two minutes.
Then five minutes.
Even after ten minutes of not moving and sitting still as possible, there were no movement and the only sound you could hear was Sakuras hard breathing as she tried to calm dawn and think of some good plan on what to do.
But it was hard to think when there was a feeling of being watched.
Sakura bend her head down and looked around from behind her bangs that where blocking the view of her eyes to anyone who was looking at her, and giving her an advantage of being able to look around without anyone seeing her do that.
Seeing nothing out of ordinary just the same old furniture in the room on her right, with the dust free lamp, and complete darkness on her left and in front of her. Again quickly trying to make a plan and biting her lip in frustration and once again tasting the metallic taste from her split lip, Sakura cautiously stood up, bracing her self with the wall as her only support. Being quite grateful for the cold feeling on her burning flesh, she took a step away from the wet wall, quickly missing the protection it gave her, for being jumped from behind.
Taking another step further in to the darkness and the corridor which lead to the outside doors, green eyes looked right and left, before quickly turning left and mad dashing to the doors which lead to the outside world.
Wincing from the sound the floor made every time her feet touched it, Sakura stumbled back after bumping in to something. Jumping up after hearing something crash, she cursed loudly at her own clumsiness and the darkness around, she glared at the fallen table, which now was laying at the floor, and now the broken vase with the dead flowers.
Sighing, the pink haired girl whipped her forehead, which was sweating a lot from the tension she was feeling. Blowing hair out of her face she proceeded going cautiously toward what she suspected being the doors to the outside. Don't get her wrong. But Sakura wouldn't be surprised if it magically disappeared just like that.
Stretching her shaking hand and touching the cold handle she sighted in relief that it was actually a door. Twisting it down and pushing it to her self, Sakura froze.
The door wasn't budging even a little bit!
Shaking the handle more forcefully, not caring if someone heard her, Sakura let out an aggravated scream. Banging her fist in to the door, hoping that the door would just collapse, for heck sake it was ancient!
Seeing that it was not helping at all, Sakura leaned her pink head, resting her forehead to the doors, she sighed deeply.
-How can this be happening,-Sakura mumbled to her self
-Shouldn't have even come here, I should have listened to my gut when I saw this..this..THING!-Her voice was rising.
-For hells sake, the doors lock was broken when I came in, what kind of twisted house is this!?- This time Sakura really screamed out while slightly banging her head to the doors.
-Ok, Sakura. Calm down. Think, there's always a way out..Oh god, I'm starting to talk to my self. Great going.- She growled to her self.
Sakura was trying to concentrate on another plan, another way to escape, when suddenly... There was a chuckle in her right ear and a hot breath on the nape of her neck. Quickly whipping around to look what was that, she saw...Nothing. Just darkness and a faint glow in the end, coming from the room with the welcoming on the wall.
Taking in raged breaths, which made her lungs burn, Sakura just stared, trying to find anything moving, anything out of ordinary.
Seeing nothing once again, she closed her apple green eyes. Feeling hot puffs of air on her face, Sakura quickly opened her eyes, only once again to see nothing.
-I'm getting paranoid.-She whispered.
Or going insane, was her another thought which she didn't say out loud, as faring someone would confirm that, indeed, she was loosing her marbles.
One more time trying to open the doors, hoping that they magically unlocked them self, and failing miserably, Sakura once again sighed, which she was doing a lot today, and cautiously moved away for the damned door which didn't let her out of this mad house.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose the pink hair female flinched. Oh ye, she have fallen and kissed the ground with her face.
-Terrific, I hope it's not broken.- Sakura muttered darkly, getting annoyed by all of this.
She moved forward. Staring blankly ahead, but at the same time keeping her eyes wide open for any movement, she stepped over the broken vase, flinching at the thought how much it could cost and hoping no one will make her pay for it. Shaking her head to get rid of that kind of thoughts, Sakura came back to the room with the welcoming on the wall. Trying not to look at it, she sat to the nearest wall. Don't get her wrong, those beautiful couches look very comfortable to sit on, but really now. The thought of braking them, or the ridiculous image of them turning to dust from touch because of their age, made her keep away from them, as far as possible.
Leaning her head to the wall, Sakura closed her eyes. She was trying to catch who ever was looming around this house now. Just to prove her self that she didn't go insane just yet. That she wasn't paranoid and that someone really was here. And of course, she still wanted to know about the owner.
-Curiosity killed the cat, man say. I just hope it doesn't work for pink haired people.- She snorted in an un-lady kinda of manner.
-Really now. I should just get the hell out of here, before I get myself hanged...Or completely go insane.
Sighing once more, it seems sighing became like breathing to the green eyed female, she once again stood. Brushing the imaginary dust from her legs, force of habit, Sakura rubbed her temple.
When suddenly her eyes widened...
The windows!
Why hadn't she thought about this sooner, most of them where broken anyway, so if she broke it a little bit more, so she wouldn't cut her self, she would be able to get out! With a shining face and a huge grin, she sprinted to the darkness once more, trying to reach the nearest window that she thought was there.
Running as fast as her legs could carry, she bumped in to the wall. Groaning in pain, because she bumped her sore nose one again, Sakura glared fiercely at the offending thing called wall. How did she know it was a wall? Well first of all it was hard, then wet. So it had to be a wall. Skipping her fingers along it, she felt something else. It wasn't wet, and it had other feeling. It must be a window, but she didn't get it.
That window was broken, along with others in this hallway, and now touching the glass she notices that it's not even cracked. It felt smooth to the touch. How didn't she notice it!? This hallway was completely dark, no more little light from the broken windows that it gave before, it was completely dark. That meant not only the windows where fine, but the windshields where closed too! Because, it couldn't have gotten dark so fast! It was only mid day when she came in here.
Panicking, Sakura quickly turned back to get back to the room with the light, the darkness was making her feel uncomfortable, and that feeling of being watched didn't help at all too, she couldn't defend herself like this.
Blindly sprinting back, the pink haired girl bumped in to something solid, not as hard as the wall, because it had a feeling of comfort, when the cold walls didn't, but still hard enough. Stumbling back a little, but being quickly pulled back to the "wall", Sakura lifted her dazed green eyes up.
Apple green met bright red.
And then there was the world of darkness.
The last thing Sakura heard before blacking out was a low chuckle, the same she heard before.