The most realistic game experience (Smosh fanfiction)

[[ch. 3]] The pain

Ian's P.O.V.

I kept staring at the note. So we have to comunicate by photographing? How the hell is this going to work?! Well, I guess we have no choice. 

I picked up the phone lying next to me and turned on the camera. I lifted the other hand and pointed in the direction I was heading to. I pressed the button on the screen and sent the picture to Anthony. 

I waited for his 'responce' for a few seconds, but then I realized that I should probably just get going. 

He'll send something eventually. 

I put the note in my pocket and walked through the hall and  then I noticed, not far away from me, a portait of a child was hanging on a wall. But it didn't seem right. It's expression was giving me shivers. Is this enough 'noticable'? I guess so. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and even before I could get to turning the camera on, it vibrated to tell me that Anthony sent me a 'message'.

I looked at it. A brownish-red stain. 'Wonder what that is'...

I finally turned the camera on and took a photo of the painting. That sure is some stuff for nightmares.

Oh well. Let's get this shit over with.

~~~~~

That's the stain that Anthony sent me the photo of. Well, it would have been more exciting if it wasn't the fourth time a walked around it! God dammit!

I've been walking around the goddamned maze for I don't even know how long. I've seen all the things that Anthony photographed at least four times, but Anthony himself was nowhere to be found.

Why the hell is that girl putting us through this?! And the fact that we can die here...

 God. This sure is frustating. 

No. Don't get depressed! Don't get depressed! It's just a stupid game. I will find Anthony and we'll get out of this damned place!

I sighed.

If it only was that easy.

~~~~~

I walked around some more, without any succes, of course. 

I felt like I just had enough of it. 

How fucking long is this going to take?! It's so freaking annoying!

I was trying to find any sence in the pictures Anthony sent me, but in my cndition it was almost impossible. I was tired and hungry. It was really hard to concentrate  on anything.

God damnit!

~~~~~

When I found myself back at the very spot I started, I felt my rage burning inside of me.

That's it! I've just had enough of this shit!

I looked at the note that was creased from my pocket.

'No cheating', huh? Fuck that! What could happen. It's just a fucking game!

I crumpled the note and threw it away.

"Anthony! Where are yo- ", suddenly, a sharp pain in my wrist interrupts me, and doesn't let me to finish the sentence. I see blood spatter on the wall next to me. My blood. All I can do is scream out in pain. 

God, it hurts!

My ears were ringing. The pain made me almost feel sick. With my narrowed eyes I watched my blood drip on the ground.

Why did I do that! What the hell was I thinking?! How is this going to help anything?!

I walked a bit further, but after few meters I started feeling dizzy. 

I sat on the ground and leaned against the wall. 

I fell so tired. So tired...

~~~~~

Anthony's P.O.V.

 Still holding my bleeding wrist, I ran around yet another corner. The hope that I started to slowly lose, suddenly came all back.

There he was, sitting on the ground.

But it wasn't a happy reunion. He seemed unconscious. And his wrist was bleeding very badly. Way worse then my own.

 Oh god. Please, hold on!

I pulled out a clean tissue out of my pocket and pressed it against the wound on his wrist.

Please, please wake up! God, why is he bleeding so much? Why am I not? 

I looked at my own wound. It was almost not bleeding at all anymore. Guess Ian's cuts were deeper. But still, why? 

He... talked more, but... I don't know. Can it be? 'The more you talk, the more you pay'? 

I am probably making this up. Now I just have to concentrate on waking him up.

Just as I thougt that, I heard Ian groaning. 

"Anthony? What are you-", he said in a weak voice, but I cut him off as quickly as I could by putting my hand on his mouth. 

If I was correct, any more talking would just cause him more pain. 

I got up and pulled him on his own feet.

~~~~~

After a while of walking, around in an awkward silence, we finally found exit. 

As we walked through it, the athmosphere suddenly felt so much lighter. I finally dared to talk again. 

"Ian! Are you allright? You were bleeding quite badly."

He looked at his wrist. It wasn't bleeding anymore either. And I noticed the writing was the exact same as me. 'No cheating.'

"I... guess."

Then we both looked on the door in front of us. 

Another goddamned level. 

"You ready to go?", I asked Ian.

He didn't seem very sure at first, but then smiled and said with the same determination as when we got here. "Sure, let's get it over with."

"Oh, and Anthony?"

I turned around, confused. "Yeah?"

He grinned. "Thanks."

Before I could question anything, he ran around me into the next room. I ran right after him. The second I stepped through the door, everything went black again.