The Misadventure

Chapter 11

Fallout's POV

We sprint through the halls, Bella leading me deeper and deeper into a part I had never ventured. She seemed sure of where she was going, though, so I just went with it.

She stopped suddenly, digging her feet into the carpet and spinning to face the doors. I stumbled and stopped, nearly falling over before I caught myself. She was pacing up and down the hall, looking over each door with set determination.

"She's gotta be in one of these, she never leaves..." She muttered. I checked all the doors, examining the edit dates.

"It's been at least a day for most of these. Are you sure she's here? Maybe she left for a bit." I offered. Bella shook her head.

"No. Cavet, come here?"

I jogged over to where she was standing. The door hung wide open, practically ripped off its hinges. Blood smeared the handle and stained sections of the wood, hand prints set on top of what had once been an image. I hadn't even bothered putting my sword away after meeting evil the last time, so all I had to do was raise it. I poked the door open, and it squeaked noisily as it did so.

Bella stepped inside, ignoring the blood so as to examine the inside of the room. I looked over the door further, taking note of the streaks and patterns. Someone had clearly tried to hold onto the door, but had been dragged away, perhaps. It was a lot of blood, but it wasn't quite enough to be a fatal amount.

The inside of the room looked no better. There was more blood on the floor and walls, and some of the walls were slashed. Bella was reading one of the chapters, frowning. She turned when I came in.

"This is definitely not her writing. Jeez, this stuff is messed up. She would never write something like this."

After a cursory glance over it, I shrugged. "It doesn't seem to be much worse than what I would write."

"Yeah, but that's- that's you. She wouldn't write like this. And besides, what's with all the blood?" She asked. I crossed my arms.

"Well, was it evil bloxie? You're the one she was supposedly born out of, or whatever. Can't you tell if it was her? Besides, what else could have happened? I doubt your friend just lost it one night for the fun of it."

Bella frowned. "Lost it? How do you know she lost it? Evil probably just broke in here and did all this."

I gestured to the blood. "This is not all your friends. If it were just the stuff on the door, it could have been possible. But this is way to much. And besides," I pointed at one of the walls, which was splattered, "that is arterial spray. Someone got a cut to the artery, and it looks like they didn't make it. The blood on the door was fresher. Someone else was killed in here before your friend was dragged out."

"That could have just been evil." Bella protested. "Maybe someone came to try to help."

I relent. "Yeah, it is possible. Alright, what was your friends name? Maybe we can find her."

"Istra. She has kinda long red hair, and wears black a lot. Jeez, why would evil go after her? She was like, the happiest and most chill person ever." Bella muttered.  "Then again, she is targeting me. Dang, this is just wrong."

"Well, I guess we'll find out for sure when we find evil." I said. "Now, you mentioned you had other friends? We should probably make sure they don't end up with the same fate as Istra here." She nodded grimly and marched out of the door, running down the hallway.