Riddle Room *completed*

Chapter Six

"an all patients in section seven, please be ready to be escorted to breakfast" A loud speaker announces somewhere outside my cell. 

'"Please tell me this is a dream." I groan to no one in particular, stuffing my face into my pillow and wishing that I am in my own bed, free from bars.

"Unfortunately no." Edward replies from the cell, sounding well and truly up. 

"Shut it riddle boy!" Some guard yells, banging his fist against the bar and creating a very loud bang. Anyone who was sleeping before certainly isn't now. Laughing, I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and head to the shiny glass above the sink that acts as a mirror. I actually don't look that bad, apart from a nasty looking bruise at the crook of my neck from yesterday, I appear decent.

"Morning guys," I greet while walking to the front of my cell, waiting for my guard to escort me to breakfast. 

"Morning Olive." John replies but not Edward. Strange. 

"Edward?" I ask walking over to the little glass gap at the front. 

"Yes morning Olive, I apologise, you see I'm creating a new riddle that I'm positive that will fool the batman."  He replies enthusiastically, while writing something on the wall.

"What makes you so sure that you will indeed escape from this...dump?" I question, using my hands to indicate to the low class standard of Arkham Asylum. Mainly indicating to the blood stains on the floor of my cell and the suspicious faded yellow and grey splotches on the wall.  

Revolting. 

"John and I will explain over breakfast." He whispers so the guards cannot hear. "Would you like to hear a riddle?" Edward asks, walking over to the glass so we can see each other properly. 

Before I can respond, the speaker interrupts. 

"Row two please be ready for your guard to come escort you." The speaker informs as two guards for each inmate come to collect their inmate. My cell door opens, as does John's and Edward's as the guards come to collect us. My hands are cuffed by some guard who smirks at my look of disgust at the lack of movement I now have.

 "I don't take chances with freaks like you." He spits while pointing his gun at my back and leading me behind Edward and his two guards. Eventually after leading me thorough seven hall ways, and eight sets of thick, locked doors we finally arrive at the cafeteria where I am un-cuffed and told to go get my food. First, I must find Edward and John. 

"Olive over here!" A familiar voice calls.

 "Hello John." I reply, making my way over to him and Edward who looks very angry.

 "So how about we go get some food and then we continue with our earlier discussion."

 "I really wouldn't call it food." Edward snaps, bumping into John. 

"Ignore him, he's just upset because no one wants to hear his riddles." John remarks, rolling his eyes. We walk over to the food line. The canteen is as awful as the cells, except much larger. It has ten long tables in the middle and around twenty smaller ones, against the wall. However there are guards everywhere posted around the perimeter, in case a break out would occur with what I'm estimating to be over a hundred inmates in the singular room.

"I actually quite enjoy riddles." I state, which is not a lie at all for I really do enjoy them. 

"Finally someone with a high intellect around here!" Edward says relieved, "But of course I am the smartest carbon life form to ever exist." He quickly adds.

 "Ask me a riddle." I smile, shuffling forward to keep up with the decreasing line. 

"This is an easy one," He begins, "although I am far from the point I am not a mistake. What am I?" 

"An eraser." I reply automatically, causing John to snort in amusement. 

"Very well then, a mere child could figure that out, how about a more difficult one then. I can destroy the world, get you killed, or teach you a valuable lesson. You encounter me everyday yet never assume my importance. I am the most important thing a person could do."

Now that one is difficult but not impossible. Hmm, breathe fits for some but it is clearly not the answer so I'll cross a that out. A bomb could be be it but it's not the most important thing man could do. That leaves me with only one other answer. "A question," I answer.

"A Question?"' This leaves Edward looking baffled and Johnny laughs darkly. "How did you figure that out in only 14.57 seconds!" Edward demands, his fore head crinkling in thought.

"I have intelligence you do realise." I snap, accepting the slush that the canteen lady hands me and walking away from the only two people I know in this asylum. Oh dear.