Disclaimer: This story contains violent and descriptive gore. Please do not read if you have trouble with graphic writing.
Author Note:
Woohoo! On to Chapter 18! This will be great :P Anyways, this is really starting to get into the whole plot exposition. (I apologize for wounding any of your feels X3) Also, the disclaimer is here to stay ^^ (I think it looks cute :P) thought I'd just play it safe for these last few (LONG) chapters :D
Love chu all~ Keep Reading :)
~Scar
Chapter 18:
Garry didn't stop running. His heartbeat was erratic, his body trembled slightly, and the dark black tears that fell from his eyes hit the white floor like a rainstorm. I started to remember. Why did I start to remember? Remembering things was NOT something Garry enjoyed. It never meant anything good for anyone, himself included. Somewhere in his mind, a memory began to play slowly, like some kind of hyper-realistic movie...
"Are you sure Garry?" She demanded in an exhalation of bluish smoke-like paint.
"Yes. Mary, you are to do exactly as I asked," his own voice said, as his fingers wrapped around hers. "It's all going to be okay."
"Don't make me Garry," she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.
"It's the only way-"
It cut of there, starting to fast forward, to a supposedly later time...
"Are you ready?" He asked her, the girl with the flaming yellow hair.
"Yes," she said, but she didn't sound so sure, her voice was weak, as though she was holding back her true emotion.
"Take it," he handed her a blue rose. His blue rose. "And do what I told you to when I tell you to do it. You got that?" She nodded grimly, wiping away a tear before it had the chance to fully form.
"But Daddy... I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't call me that when there's a chance that Ib is around!" He scolded her.
Daddy?! Daddy as in...
"Garry! What are you doing, hurry up!" Ib was now in the lead, semi-dragging Garry behind her. Garry had stopped in the middle of the floor though. His hand flew to his mouth, he now noticed how badly he was shaking.
I don't want to hurt you.
That was when he REALLY lost it. His breathing was fast, tears still running down his face, he sunk to his knees, his hands on either side of his head, and started screaming.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Take it. And do what I told you to do when I tell you to do it, you got that?"
"But Daddy... I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't call me that when there's a chance that Ib is around!"
He closed his eyes, allowing the wracking sobs to take over.
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Mary continued down the hallway, her useless leg only seeming to slow her down by slipping on the blood that was generously spilling from her missing one. She hissed again, the progress was slow, and she had far to go. They had to be in the White galleries by now. She had to get to them before they reached Heaven's Gates, or her whole plan would fall apart. She licked her teeth, savoring the lingering taste of blood. I would never allow that to happen, she thought. She would get her prize.
Father had promised her that much.
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"GARRY?!" Ib turned back, her face filled with worry, "Garry?! Garry what's going on?!" She rushed back, kneeling in front of him. He was shaking profusely, and his tears were still constantly splashing the white marble. She could hear the hiss of the acid-like substance.
"No! No STAY AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed hysterically. Ib slid backwards a few inches. "Don't! DON'T COME NEAR ME!"
"Garry I-"
"NO! Don't... just don't..." He stopped talking then. Ib was unsure what to do.
"Garry..." She reached out for him, her fingers just brushing his hands (which were covering his eyes).
"Didn't I tell you... to STAY AWAY FROM ME?!" SMACK. Pain flared through Ib's hand. Garry... Through the holes in his fingers, she got her first good look at his eyes.
They were pure black.
For the first time in her life, Ib feared the man that sat before her.
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"Garry, do you really think this is a good idea?" Mary asked in an exhalation of swirling light orange. This seemed to be a continuation of the previous memory.
"It's the only way. Don't you see?"
"But your rose, even if you'll still live, loosing all of your petals at the same time will be a major blow to your overall health."
"Mary." He gripped her shoulders with his hands. "You have to trust me on this." She looked up at him, her round eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Alright, father." The loud smack of his own hand against Ib's ripped him out of his daydream. He glanced open mouthed at his fingers, and then looked to her face. Ib...
"Ib- I- I don't know what-" His speaking skills faltered, and he let them sink into a dark and eerie silence. She slowly crawled backwards, treating him like some kind of foul beast that was preparing to pounce.
"Garry... we have to go now." he just continued to stare at her, in utter horror of what he had just done, all previous memories forgotten. She turned away, holding her wounded hand to her chest.
Ib didn't say anything else as she walked off.
Garry didn't say anything either.
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Excellent. White thought as she monitored her guests progress through the White galleries. Getting closer. Their pacing was still obnoxiously slow, but it would have to do for now. White started slightly as the loud ringing of a phone filled the room. She hissed at it angrily, picking it up with one quick swipe of her hand.
"WHAT IS IT?!" She breathed directly into the phone, yelling loud enough that the color would be able to travel through the cord and reach the other side. It was hard to interpret the message she got, blue kept leaking into it and scrambling the 'painting'. "A little bit more clearly please?" She asked politely, and waited for the message to be repeated. Clunk. The phone hit the floor, breaking its old plastic shell, and exposing the wires underneath.
"Yellow is... dead?"
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Ib was still in shock. The slap she had received from Garry hadn't hurt much, but it sure had woken her up from the dream she seemed to be living in. Garry and I are NOT together. And we never will be. She straightened her clothing, a nervous habit she had picked up in high school. High school. It seemed like another world; one so far away that she didn't even bother to think about it. Her footsteps were alone as she continued down the hallway. She didn't want to show it, but she was extremely worried about him. Garry. What had happened to him? He just sort of... broke down; snapped. She wondered if he had ACTUALLY gone mental. Shaking her head, she continued forwards, until she reached a staircase.
It was white and marble, of the same kind as the floor and elegantly sloped upwards in a long, lazy spiral. He'll catch up, once he cools off. There's only one way to go right? She placed her foot onto the first step and began to ascend.
About 30 yards behind her, Garry stood.
And headed in the opposite direction.
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Mary entered the first white room; or at least, it had once been white. Mary was rather surprised to find it in this condition, with black paint tarnishing the walls and books strewn everywhere. She hissed in pain as her fingers came in contact with a piece of white marble. It seemed to be her new weakness; white. She shook off the thought, and pressed forwards, careful to avoid the rare splashes of light. The gallery was empty, no signs of life (actual or created by Guertena) in any direction. It was extremely off-putting, making Mary feel wary. She could her herself crawling, the smack of her foot as it repeatedly slipped in her black blood echoed off of the empty walls darkly. Her fingers contacted something, causing the front of her body to slip and pitch forwards, she gargled a few words of bitter discontempt and looked down at it. A handkerchief? It was covered in a black, sticky substance that looked remarkably like her own blood. Mary studied it with more interest. I. B. The two letters were stitched into one of the corners of the small piece of once white cloth with red string. Mary turned it in her fingertips once more, before pocketing it.
She continued down the corridor as though nothing had happened; even though inside, she was jumping up and down with elation at her finding.