Disclaimer: This story contains violent and descriptive gore. Please do not read if you have trouble with graphic writing.

Author Note:

Here's that gory chapter, as promised! :3 Hope you enjoy! (And that I don't scare you away or anything...) Sorry I couldn't write yesterday X3 I was busy for once. (Don't worry, it won't happen again, hopefully)

Love chu all~ Keep Reading :)

~Scar

Chapter 16:

The crushing realization made Garry feel weak. He had left it; right in the middle of the floor. The air seemed to escape from his lungs, and he crumpled to the floor, Ib still held tightly in his arms. "No..." he whispered. A tear splashed onto Ib's face, and it took him a while to figure out that it was from his own face that it had fallen. I'm sorry. He just sat there for a while, without moving much.

No. He stood, his hands balled into fists. I'm going to live. If not for me, for her. He glanced down at Ib's placid face, and kissed her forehead lightly. "I love you," he whispered, as he continued down the hallway. The image of a blue rose seemed to follow him the entire way.

"Forgotten something?"

-G.

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The painting ripped into her foot; sharp, needle-like teeth connecting with the soft grayish skin. Mary hissed and gargled in pain, twisting to face him. She lashed out, her foot contacting his face sharply. She heard a crack, and he flew backwards, his body hitting the wall with a dull thud. Mary looked down at her stump of a leg, trying to stop the gushing torrent of black that was escaping through the ragged pieces of torn muscle with her hands. Her fingers slipped, and she felt a jolt of pain were they touched the split nerve endings that were already sensitive to the air around her. She bit her lip, fighting back a scream. The man was getting up, he seemed to have shattered his shoulder-blade, but was relatively unharmed other than that. Mary tried the door again, she couldn't even get good grip on the knob though, and slipped to the floor once more. She hissed in annoyance, the man was returning, taking deliberate steps towards her, fingers outstretched, and teeth bared in a sickening grimace. Mary shrunk back against the wall, taking a defensive position. He was above her now, she looked up at his mangled face. His fingers reached down, towards her neck, and wrapped around it, nails ripping into the sensitive flesh with deadly precision. Mary writhed beneath his hand, and kicked him sharply again, tilting her head downwards and biting his hand savagely. She could hear a distinct ripping sound as a large piece of his darkish skin was torn from his knuckles, revealing the whitish joints of his fingers and the thick red veins and muscles that were roped tightly around them. He bellowed with rage, his fingers digging deeper, and faster. She hissed venomously, a cloud of putrid black smoke rising from her strained throat, some slipping through the new holes in her neck.

"I'll kill you too, if that's what it takes." She bit harder this time, ripping through his papery skin and muscle, she chewed quickly, swallowing all of the sticky, savory flesh in one gulp. He kicked at her, and his foot came in contact with the ragged flesh of her 'amputated' limb. She screamed in agony, clutching at it. The scream seemed to startle him, and his grip loosened on her neck as he stumbled backwards, slipping on the pool of deep black blood that spilled out of her torn leg like a waterfall. She smiled insanely at him, crawling through the black puddle of blood and onto him, her hands pinning him down. "I'll kill you too." His hand ripped into hers, nails fighting to find purchase against the slippery surface; he bit her shoulder, tearing the skin there. She ignored the bite, instead leaning forwards and ruthlessly tearing into his neck with her teeth. It was his turn to scream. He began to squirm in her grip, trying desperately to get away. His blood was salty, too salty, but still satisfying. She tore the chunk free, a large dark piece of his neck disappearing into her mouth and down her throat. She sat back and watched as he bled to death, her distorted laughter filled the room the entire time.

And then, she began to eat.

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When Ib woke up, she thought she might be dead. Garry was there, leaning down over her. But something was strange... it was so white, the white hurt her eyes, blinding, pure white. She sighed, groaning slightly and shifting to a sitting position. Garry laughed lightly, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. "So sleeping beauty woke up without a kiss this time?" Ib grumbled something about not being in the mood for jokes. While he held her, she studied the room around them. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the white of the whole place, and it didn't hurt as bad anymore. It was a rather spacious room, with white marble-like flooring and a high white ceiling. The white walls that wrapped around the space were tall and elegant, and the only source of light seemed to be from the large chandelier above, which sent waves of artificial light at them which almost burned her eyes with their intensity. It seemed to be some sort of a library, with bookshelves everywhere, framing the walls nicely, and supporting the high ceiling like pillars.

"Where...?" Ib asked dizzily as she continued to take in the features of the room. There were mannequin heads here, white with cruel black eyes and red lips. They were extremely realistic looking, and seemed to invoke a frightening sense of déjà vu. Her mind reeled, it was rather overwhelming.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Garry murmured, she could feel the coolness of his breath against her neck, it calmed her, and sharpened her senses. She nodded amazing in a strange sort of way.

"Is it safe?" She asked.

"For now, it'll have to do. Whenever you're ready we can start exploring, I've only checked out this main room, but I've found a few other doors." Ib nodded, sliding out of his grasp and standing. She yawned and stretched her arms out above her head.

"Alright," she reached down towards him, her fingers wiggling expectantly. His dazzling smile was as white as the room around them, but in a less... foreboding way. The cool touch of his fingers against hers set her heart on fire. She smiled back at him, pulling him to his feet.

"Let's go!" He said, pulling her off in a random direction.

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White drummed her fingers against the desk impatiently. They were off to a slow start, Garry and Ib, her final appointment. She sighed. They have to make it through the entirety of the White galleries, before entering Heaven's Gates, it will be a while. At least Black hadn't interfered much, this was White's job, and she didn't appreciate being told how to do it. She was curious as to how Garry would take it. A secret like that... it was enough to make anyone go mad; and Ib, poor Ib. The delusional darling had no idea how much of her life was a lie. So much.

She WOULD be driven to insanity.

And White doubted she would last for long before succumbing to the darkness.

The darkness that spread and infected like some kind of disease.

The black.

She had even started to see it in herself.

Black.