A/N: Oi, I just realized how horrible that last chapter was. Don't worry, I'm not so tired and dumb tonight. Usually I only go up to a thousand words and that's it, but for you and my writing skills, I will do more. :3
For those wondering, I might do pairings, which should I do guys?
Oh and, there IS swearing in this chapter. Sorry, can't govern the way I was raised. :3
.:For Unwanted Fate:.
Amber couldn't remember much from back there. Something inhuman sucked her into the darkness that she dwelled in for what seemed for years. Amber could feel herself dying slowly. Not physically, but in her head did she feel something churn and slowly bend. The objects in front of her eyes looked blurry, voices in her head kept on repeating her name. It was a voice that was familiar, but Amber couldn't put her finger on it. Many questions were left in the closet of her brain. They racked up until she spoke them aloud.
What day is it?
Why am I here?
Who am I?
Picking herself up slowly, she gazed around with her unsettled vision. The room was bright, smelled like paint and didn't look so tidy.
"Why does my head hurt?" The pounding never seemed to end, as if her heart was shoved up in her brain, "Does someone live here?" She felt another's presence lingering in the room, she couldn't tell if it was hers or if someone was really in the room with her.
She grasped at the walls, feeling woozy with every step. The door shouldn't be so far away now, where could it be?
Feeling for a door, she felt something sharp tickling her fingertips. She lightly gasped from the sudden sensation prickling her.
She pressed on the pointy object, hoping for it to wake her up from this nightmare. Liquid trickled down her pointer finger and onto the floor. But she felt nothing. Turning around, a person stood before her, holding something rather large in their hands. Though the person looked small, it seemed intimidating to her. Especially with that stick.
"Sleep." A blur of shadows struck her fast. She didn't even see it coming.
TWACK!
"We'll play when you get up, you look a bit sick." Amber's eyes shut slowly, the last thing she saw was the person's feet moving towards her. A toy, or so it seemed; sitting at their feet.
Another trip to darkness, swell.
However, this time, she welcomed it.
Ib walked through the decorated hallways while gripping onto a beautiful red rose.
The magnificent flower she held looked as if was too gorgeous to be a real, but nowhere close to being fake. It would have been a shame losing it, so Ib decided to keep it, it might be her good luck charm. Knowing what those wretched hands would do to the flower.
Ib passed by an ant, faintly hearing its boasting on his painting that Ib so happened to carry on her. She mentally kept note to make sure she didn't break his painting however. She wouldn't like it if someone was to rip the petals off her flower.
Using the painting as a bridge across the deep hole in the ground, she couldn't help but to notice the loud 'smush' the drawing made when she walked on it. Along with a mix of paint covering the canvas which made the painting look horrid. Resembling close to a crushed bug.
"Whoops." Ib said, checking the bottom of her shoes to see if it gotten on her. When she seen that none was smothered under her shoes, she shrugged it off and went to go check out the room to see if there was anything that would help her open the locked door back in the previous rooms.
Opening the door was a room that was almost empty, only containing a couple of paintings and a headless statue at the end. But if Ib looked hard enough, surely there was something glinting on the carpet in front of the statue. Peeking her head out more, she tiptoed over to the item and only glanced up to watch the statue with wary eyes.
Something about this statue she could not trust.
Ib quickly snatched the item up, having it revealed that is was a key. A key that could go in the door in the other room. She didn't notice the movement in front of her.
The movements finally caught her attention when she noticed the figure was towering over her.
She backed away, the figure moving up again, but with alarming speed followed with a raspy shriek that forced a jump out of Ib. "I want your rose."
Ib stayed silent.
And ran.
"I wonder if she's in here." Sarah checked all over for Amber but couldn't find her. What she did find was a light pink rose that shone brightly when it first made contact with her hand. It's stashed in her hair where she know would be the closest safe place that she could think of.
"Amber! You in here?"
"Seriously, we're not playing hide n' seek here. We've got to go now!" Sarah turned around and saw a doll sitting on the table where she found her rose earlier. Attached to its hands was a note.
Taking the note from the disturbing doll's blue finger-less hands; she read:
'We are now.' Sarah turned around to see if the doll was still there, but as disturbing as the doll was; it was gone.
The door behind her shut loudly and the room's lights were tinted red. The air was cold and had a strong dark feeling in the atmosphere. Sarah looked back at the note, surprised to find that the note's content changed and this time was written in a grimy handwriting. As if someone were to write this note in mud.
'FIND ME.'
Sarah panicked and paced to the door, the door knob not even budging. She could have swore that something moved behind her.
A statue that was hidden in the small corner of the room growled and made a run for Sarah.
Sarah was too shocked to move, giving the statue in blue a chance to grip at her shoulder and cling onto her.
Sarah groaned in pain when the statue tightened its grip on her shoulder. It felt as if the headless horror was going to rip her skin off. While she struggled out of its grip, a tearing noise filled the air. A noise that sounded like someone ripping paper, she didn't feel much for if her nerves were already racked from all the sudden commotion. But looking at it made her wince and gag.
She had to find the little fucker.
She had to before this headless witch ripped her face off.
Speaking of the statue, it was already recovering from the fall after shredding Sarah's left shoulder, it sprinted to her after dropping the hamburger sized chunk out of its hand. But Sarah was already ripping things open.
She checked the boxes in the corner, but with no luck. Her shoulder stung when she bumped the statue over, wincing was something she could do later. She was already light-headed. Her sight was ebbing to black.
There wasn't much in the room therefore making it easier for Sarah to search for the blue doll. The bookshelf was the only thing that could hide it.
"Aha!" A couple of books stuck out, Sarah yanked them out from their place and found the toy. In its hand was a key. The blond grabbed it and leaned herself over to the wall and to the door. Shoving the key into the keyhole, she opened the door.
She was out.
Before she could verbally celebrate her success, fatigue brought her back to reality and she fell back. The pain being too much to handle.
Passed out.
And with the statue banging on the door, she slept with her shoulder bleeding profusely. Her rose laying in her pool of blood while withering. Pink petals peeling themselves off the bud and floated on her blood like a boat in a calm sea.
However, a door opened in front of her.
When he walked, he felt as if the sculptures were staring at him. The big red and blue sculpted women looked pretty cool. But it's not something Garry would want to get close to. Nothing has been normal lately, he has been chased by paintings, startled by groping hands and bitten by a snake that erupted from the carpet as he strode by.
He went straight to the door, not bothering to inspect the other art pieces. Turning the knob, he heard a 'beep' which startled him into the next room. Behind him, a faint clicking noise popped in his ear. After trying to open the door again, Garry figured out that it was locked; rendering the whole attempt to be useless.
But before him was a vase. This vase in particular was painted a lovely hue of blue. It was definitely something that caught his purple eyes. He headed for it, but without noticing a framed painting of the same vase with a blue rose inside. Under the painting, a sign read: 'Eternal Blessing'. Keeping note of the canvassed fortune, he tried out the door on the left of the hall.
He let out a sigh when he failed to open the locked door.
Garry checked the area to see if he could find the key for the locked room. A painting on the wall that resembled a lady wearing blue watched him, eyes following every step he took.
It slowly peeled itself off the canvas.
And like how a hawk hunts a straggling mouse did the Lady in Blue went.
Garry saw the pictured woman from the corner of his vision and whelped, grabbing the key and dropping the rose.
When it dropped, the lady stopped and admired it with lust full eyes.
Garry was too confused, thinking that the rose would lure the demon away from him.
He thought that he was right, scrambling quickly from the woman.
but everyone knew right from the start that he was doomed. Right from the moment she plucked a petal off the fragile plant.
A/N: Honestly, I almost gave up on Ib's POV and would have ended there. But then I wouldn't have accomplished anything major since I only wrote a drabble or so. So for you're entertainment, I wrote more than I usually do.
I have short attention span so it would kinda explain it all. xD
Not my favorite chapter. /slashed
Again, I will do pairs, but I need your opinion on which I should do. R&R