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Another Chance For Sadistic Romance

- Chapter 2 -

Transition from a Harsh Reality to a Numbing Dream...

Unknown POV

I couldn't tell If I had woke up , had my eyes closed or even if I still possessed eyeballs. All around me there was darkness. No wisps of grey or slight smudged white, just total darkness, and it was suffocating. I tried moving but found I couldn't tell if I was advancing forward or not. It felt like I was walking on air. There was no solid surface under my feet and no noise was heard as I pushed my feet down. The experience felt somewhat like swimming in a way, except there was no bottom to this pool. I couldn't even see my hands when I held them up and clawed at anything that might have been nearby, but to no avail, so I gave up.

Is this it? Am I dead? Is this what death was? Darkness, emptiness, no sound, smell, or taste in the air. I think I prefer the idea of hell. At least there's a small chance of bargaining with the Devil, seriously, what kind of punishment is this? Fucking twisted is what it is.

I felt the overpowering flood of anger coursing its way and ripping through my body, tears of frustration were beginning to dribble into my eyes, which at least comforted me in the fact that I still had eyeballs. I wasn't going to let this get the better of me though. My pride was too strong to let the tears overflow. I might be broken emotionally but I at least had some dignity intact. Even if no one could see me I still knew better than to turn the taps on. Wouldn't do my self-confidence much good, if I let myself cry after only a few minutes here. Had it been minutes? Could have been hours, or a few seconds and I wouldn't have known. With no concept of time I found myself now truelly in the unknown. Being in the know was something I made sure I was, but here, what could I really do?

Right, let's start from the top...I was falling and then...a scream, someone screamed, then...no, before the scream I felt pain...then the scream...huh, I thought I'd die on impact, never figured I'd live long enough to hear anyone screaming. Maybe I landed on them. Ah well, they shouldn't have been in the way. Maybe that was a bit too harsh...but If I landed on them, they'd be dead too right? Well...where are they? I looked around again. Nothing. Maybe I'm in limbo or whatever that place is called. S'pose I better try find a rock to help me out or something.

I 'swam' in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, my arms ached from every stroke, my legs hurt from the constant kicking, it almost felt like the strength was actually being sapped out of me. My breathing came out so ragged, but surprisingly, I couldn't even hear it myself. The only evidence being air ghosting past my lips then filling my mouth as I breathed in, emptied then filled, emptied then filled, over and over. I soon stopped after a few more hundred puffs. What was the point. This is what I wanted right? An escape from the pain, an escape from him, an escape from life. It's not as if I had been placed in this endless pit by mistake. I fucking jumped into it when I jumped off that building. This is what I wanted from the moment I climbed those stairs.

Then why does this feel like some big mistake? That I'm not really supposed to be here.

Suddenly a blinding bright light flickered straight ahead of me, and it felt as if my eyes had been opened for the very first time. I didn't close my eyes. Even when my eyes started to water and my head became fuzzy, I wanted to savour the light as much as I could, incase I fell back into darkness. Closing my eyes as the light became more intense still, I panicked incase I had lost my light, but it was still there though it's intensity seemed to dull and become a light grey, almost as if the light was moving away from me by its own accord. I snapped out of my trance and followed my only hope of mental survival. I swam through the grey that surrounded me and was pleasantly surprised that I, indeed, appeared to be moving forward. I laughed maniacally with glee, I was probably a lot happier than I ought to be but I never felt the need to stifle my giggles as I had with my tears, so I continued until the light suddenly stopped and I stopped short after a few feet away.

I pushed my feet down and was surprised when I felt a strong surface beneath me and the sound of my (1) Unversed lightly tapping against what sounded like glass. I peered up and found the room was pure white, and the light had either faded or blended in completely with the new surroundings. I scanned the area quickly looking for creatures you would associate with the afterlife, y'know the Devil, a Demon, Angels, Spirits etc, etc, but saw no other life form, and the only objects were a small white chair in the center of my vision and a pure white door behind it. The only way of identifying it as a door and not mistaking it for a wall, as it blended in so well, were two slightly off white door nobs protruding from the center. Finding the chair to be anything but exciting or revealing as to my whereabouts, I walked delicately across the solid glass floor and over to the almost hidden door. Once I reached it I felt a sence of dread. 'Something's going to happen, something's going to happen if you touch it. The whole floor will probably shatter and you'll end up swimming forever again.' I couldn't help but slap my right cheek harshly.'C'mon you're not a pussy, your not a pussy, you can do this, it's just a fucking door, a door can't hurt you, it's inanimate object, c'mon' Couching slightly I delicately placed my pale, trembling hand against the cold handle, screwing my eyes up waiting for something.

I opened my eyes. Nothing happened. I let out a deep breath and laughed at myself and my stupidity. 'I knew it, it's just a fucking door, your fine, of course you would be you idiot' I turned the door handle gently and pulled away once the gap was wide enough for me to slip through. No shadow followed the door and the floor seemed just as white as before, so I guessed it was probably just another white room like this one.

A loud 'crack' made my eyes widen and I whipped around quickly to see the chair was now on the floor, the legs pointing in my earlier direction back the way I came with the body of the chair lay down against the glass floor. I couldn't see any visible cracks so I figured there was no danger but I decided to hurry through the door just in case. I slipped through quickly and slammed the door behind me, a faint delayed echo sounded as I spun around to see my new settings. This room was just like the last, completely white, a door at the end with two protruding grey handles, but no chair, only a pure white table and some red roses sat in the center, creating a smudge like stain in contrast to the white. Like a white table-cloth that had a red wine spilled down it and smudged in horribly in an effort to clean it, only to have it stain the holy colour with the colour of danger and warning. Having the roses placed there, breaking the comforting enlightening feeling that white brought made me think twice before carrying on. It felt like someone had in fact placed it there as more of a statement than a simple way to add colour to the room. Just as a sign that said only warning, placed in a lush pure green field, alerting you straight away. You wouldn't think there would be any danger in a simple field but the warning sign would definately make you stop and think before venturing on. That's just the predicament I found myself in now. Should I continue or turn back? If the room had just been the same as the last I would definately have continued but adding a simple colour and decoration suddenly made me re-evaluate what exactly wanted to do. The chair tipping definately had an impact on my decision to continue or go back.

'Maybe i'm being tricked into turning back, I mean any normal person would turn back right? Lucky I'm not normal then'

With that I ventured on, glaring menacingly at the roses as I passed the table, as if it were a living breathing life form. I reached the invisible door, identical to the last, and pushed my weight against as I tilted the handle slightly. The door was much more difficult to open than the last so not so identical in weight but I managed to finally force it open putting all my strengths into my arms. Good job I wasn't weak lik-... Nevermind.

A loud crack pulled me from my thoughts. I hesitated slightly and instead of turning around I pushed my foot past the door into the next room. As soon as I put my foot down I heard a whisper...his whisper. I turned around slowly and what I saw made me instantly drop to my knees in complete shock. His voice spoke as mine did, merging together like two violins in perfect sync.

-"Ventus"

-"Vanitas"

He smiled and I cried. Then my surrounding light faded, his eyes glowing cat-like in the dark and his sweet smile turned to a cynical one, his canines glimmering dangerously as they glinted in the dark like two glittering diamonds winking in a slave worked mineshaft. Then I fell.

I'm extremely sorry that this took longer than it should have, got a new laptop so I pretty much had to re write everything and do my work on top of that so it was a bit hectic ^^

Vanitas:...bitch

Ventus: Vani be nice to her after all she has...the power *Dramatic music *

Vanitas: Okay...

Sora: *reading through story* OH MY GOSH~! There's a Pirates Of the Caribbean reference in here! :O

Me: Oh yeah hehe ^^ Let me know if you find it readers~

Sora: *Nudging me*

Me: No not you Sora

Sora: :(

Thanks again for the reviews and please if you have any advice do let me know.