KotLc Royal AU

Chapter 19

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POV: Unknown

It's December 1st. They didn't do much during the day, it was pretty boring. However, it was great difficulty to not fall asleep. She kept trying to be active, but it was difficult at times. she was trying to find other solutions, but there were none. That night, though, she was glad she didn't sleep.

She felt as if she was in a trance, staring at the wall. There was a very loud booming that sounded as if it was overhead. She immediately snapped out of it and went to the balcony to see what it was. Surprisingly, most of her friends were there too. She looked up and gasped. There was a huge plane overhead.

POV: Also unknown

He breathed shakily as she covered her mouth and burst into tears, collapsing onto him. He pulled her into a tight embrace, trying to calm her down, yet nothing would help this predicament.

POV: they're all unknown okay?

He looked at them, trying to comfort each other. He looked up at the plane again and had to cover his face to stop himself from crying.

POV: oonkown

She looked at him, covering his face and trying in vain to not cry. She walked over to him and hugged him. He didn't hug her back, but he didn't try to push her away.

POV: no

guacamole, but sad.

POV: unknown

She looked at her, sobbing into his arms. She couldn't feel remorse, not after what she did. She sighed and looked up at the plane. This, well, this was a huge problem. She wondered, why was this happening, and why did it have to be now? She figured that there couldn't be another way to solve this. 

POV: unknown

She pulled away from the embrace and walked back to where she was originally solving. She grasped her hand and they nodded at each other. She sighed shakily and looked at the plane again. This wasn't going to be easy.

POV: unknown

After she calmed down a bit, she looked again at the sky. She could miraculously pick out the stars one by one and saw the galaxy looming overhead, almost ominously. She breathed a bit more and everything went fuzzy. She could hear voices, they sounded alarmed. There was some shouting, and she felt herself being shaken. She couldn't move. She tried to breathe but it felt so difficult and it hurt so much. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and everything went black.

She's in the hallway again. She opens her eyes. It's the exact same as the first time, which felt suspiciously wrong and frightening. As she's walking down, she feels the heavy weight again, as if she feels like she's going to fall down at any given moment. As she turns the corner, she almost topples over and has to grab the wall for balance. She tries to breathe, as she realizes she wasn't previously. She looks down the hallway. It's exactly the same. She walks down the hallway with great effort. She almost doesn't notice how most of the paintings are scribbled over in black marker. The only ones that aren't are the ones that she remembers seeing in real life. She opens the door at the end of the hallway and notices that the staircase is going up instead of down. The door is open at the top of the stairs, too. She doesn't know why, but she speaks. "Hello?" she whispers. She hears footsteps from the dark hallway above. She sees two glowing spots that look like eyes. A hand reaches out and grasps the wall beside the door, making huge scratch marks. She sees from the eyes that the head is moving and twitching in unnatural ways. The arm is charred and full of open wounds. The thing at the top of the stairs turns around and walks away, leaving behind scratch marks and a bloody hand print. She carefully treads up the stairs, each step harder then the last. The hallway at the top is exactly the same and the lights come on when she steps in. She walks down the hall, turns the corner, and opens the next door. It's a staircase going down. She opens the door at the bottom, and again, it's the same. She tilts her head curiously, and keeps going.. and going.. and going. She doesn't realize how long she's been opening door after door and walking down the same hallway and walking down the same stairs. On the 30th time repeating this process, something grabs the back of her head and shoves her into the wall. Whatever grabbed her dragged her towards the floor, still slamming her head against the wall. It leaves a bloody trail. She can't react. She can't move. She can only lay there. The thing starts stabbing her with a knife. She can't breathe. The lights flicker. She realizes there is writing and blood on the walls. She tries to scream but she can't. She can only lay there. The stabbing continues, leaving stains of blood everywhere and searing sharp pain through her body. She can't even cry. She.. can only.. lay there.