Ib in The World of Guertena
Chapter 2
Ib turned around. There was a girl behind her. She had blue eyes, blonde hair and a green dress.
"Are you Alice?" The girl asked. She took a step closer. " I asked". She stared at Ib. "Are you Alice?".
Ib shook her head. She didn't know what was going on, but had a feeling that things would be much worse if she said yes.
"Are you from the outside?" The other girl asked again. "I mean, the real world?"
Ib nodded. She looked around the room, trying to find a way to escape.
"Then you are Alice." The blonde girl took out a palette knife. "Why did you lie to me?"
Ib took a step away from the other. She realized there was a door on the other side of the room. But how could she get past this blonde?
"You don't look like Alice." The blonde's eyes were fixed on Ib. "Alice in the storybook had blonde hair and blue eyes, like me. You had red eyes and brown hair. Plus, you're wearing a skirt. Alice doesn't wear a skirt. She wears a dress. A white dress, not like me. My dress is green, since Father doesn't want me to become Alice…" She swung her knife. "But it's okay. I'll show Father that there's no different between me and any human…I'll show him that he should have named me Alice, not Mary…"
As soon as she started swinging her palette knife toward Ib, the little girl quickly dashed through the room, avoiding dolls falling from the ceiling. She opened the door and ran through it, although the blonde – now Mary – was chasing right after her.
"Don't run away, Alice…" Mary said softly, then stabbed a nearby mannequin head. "In my way, in my way, in my way…" She mumbled, then continued to chase after the other girl.
Ib quickly scanned the hall, trying to opened any door she saw, but all of them were locked. She stared helplessly at the end of the hall, where there were tons of thrones and yellow roses blocking her way. She stared banging on one of the door, hoping it would make the door opened. But it's no use, she could hear Mary's footsteps coming closer.
Suddenly, a door appeared on her right. The little girl stared. She turned the handler and realized it wasn't lock, Mary's coming closer. Ib could hear her voice now. The girl closed her eyes and ran into the door, slamming it behind her, wondering what was waiting for her here.
That's when she realized there was a blue rose painted on the door.