Amnesia: The Golden Guard

Chapter six: The Sleepless

Holly's POV:

I yawned, leaning against the wall. We had found a room, after the tense situation had died down.

It was a lit room, lights still worked; two beds and a couch, a bathroom was at the far end of the room. I watched Felix retreat to the couch, his back was facing us. Savanna and Daniel had chosen a bed, and were now sound asleep; leaving me and Stephano alone and awake. Joy. Flashbacks from this morning came crashed into my brain, making me feel flustered.

Giving an awkward cough, Stephano waited for me to slip into the covers first. I nodded, climbing in, and crawling to the other side; feeling him crawl in after me. We both faced each other, blinking and enjoying the comfortable silence; Stephano broke that sheet of silence.

"How are you taking all of... This?" He questioned; his voice barley a whisper, not wanting to wake the others.

"Being sucked into a horror game with my favorite gamer, my brother and his girlfriend... is pretty interesting... and then, there's you..." I smiled softly, locking eyes with him.

"What about me?" Stephano smirked, propping his head up with a hand; leaning on his elbow and looking down at me.

"You're... different," I tore my eyes away; my shyness building up.

"Comment cela? How so?" He urged on, with a small chuckle.

I shook my head and shifted around, rolling to my other side; feeling my face heat up as it grew red. I closed my eyes, feeling him crawl off the bed; I instantly regretted turning away from him.

"Where are you going?" I whispered, sitting up slowly, and turning to him.

"I can't sleep. I'm going to go sword practice, care to join?" He offered me a hand, waiting patiently.

"I can't sleep either... Sure," I swung my legs over the bed, grabbing his offered hand, smiling softly as he helped me up.

We snuck out un-detected; wandering down the hall for a bit, we found a suitable room. He unsheathed his sword, looking around for a target; while I walked over to the destroyed bed, sitting down. After a while, Stephano decided just to pretend there was a monster in front of him.

I watched in amazement; his fighting moves were so advanced.

Stephano turned towards me, his sword tightly gripped in his hands.

"Want to give it a go?" He questioned, a smirk on his face, French accent slurring his words slightly.

"I've never handled a sword," I slid off the bed, taking hesitant steps towards him.

He only smirked bigger, a laugh escaping his lips.

"I'll show you. It is not that dur to learn," Stephano handed me the sword, making sure I had a good grip, and slipping behind me; like a high-class ninja.

"It might not be hard for you, your use to using a sword," I giggled softly, a nervous bubble growing in the pit of my stomach.

His chest pressed against my back, while his hands stretched out and grabbed my hands; helping me to guide the sword. The side of his face barley brushed my ear, his breathing tickling the side of my neck.

"Loosen your posture; your muscles are too tense. Feel the sway of the sword..." He whispered, moving our hands in a swaying motion; partly making us sway.

"Daniel has always wanted to learn sword fighting," I said quickly, kind of liking the closeness and warmth.

"I'll teach him then. He can protect the group, if something were to happen to me," Stephano grunted, pressing closer; stretching our arms out, straightening the gold sword.