Locked In

Chapter 4

Scarlett's POV

"Ahhhh!!!!" The three of us screamed. "I immediately regret this decision!" Jennie yelled. As we reached the bottom, we landed on some sort of soft material. "We're alive!!!" Khloe jumped around. "Shhhhh!" I whisper-shouted. "We're in...another prison?! Are you serious?!" Jennie threw her jacket on the ground. "Well, too late now-" There were a set of prison guards heading towards our way.

"Hey! Sorry, can you help us?" I soldier passed through Khloe's body. It's like she's a ghost and everyone can pass through her. "What the actual hell?" We followed the guards into a large jail cell. "Congratulations, it's a girl." What the heck. A prisoner just gave birth to a baby girl?!

"I think she'll be called, Raven." I gasped. "Guys! This is Raven's history! Her whole story!" I looked at the woman. She has similar features to Raven. "I'm sorry, we must let her go now." A guard took the baby and the nurses went out of the cell. "Wait! No! She's my daughter! She's the only thing I have left!" The guards shut her cell, just in time when she lunged towards the bars, sobbing while reaching her hand out.

"I swear! I will get my baby girl back, and when I do, you will all be sorry!" Grey smoke appears as we then move to an old, ruined building. "St.Maria's Orphanage. Ugh, creepy." Khloe read. "Let's go inside." We walked inside the building. There were caretakers of the orphanage, there were some kids and a caretaker was bringing a whip. "That damn girl managed to escape again!"

Sobbing was heard from the other end of the hallway, we follow the caretaker to see that it was Raven, again. "You damned girl, it's the fifth time this week!" She whipped her hand once. "Please, I just want to see my mother! I want to be with her! I won't do you any wrong!" The caretaker scoffed as she whipped Raven's hand one more time.

"That's what you get for escaping your room." Raven was on the floor, sobbing. "Your mother never loved you! She hated you! She raised you in prison! She couldn't take care of you, she never had a heart! She left you with us!" As the caretaker spun her head around Raven stopped sobbing. "No. You're wrong." The caretaker's eyes started to bleed, as it turned white. Raven was confused and she began sobbing again.

Caretakers and security guards gathered around us, as the security guards took the dead caretaker to the hospital, Raven was getting another beating from another caretaker.

The three of us continue walking down her memory lane. It was like another world. One of them appealed to me a lot. Since she was raised in an orphanage, obviously she knew she didn't have her biological parents. So at the age of 9, she snuck out through the basement. Hard to believe you can get out through a basement. Well, she found a small hole that she could crawl through. She ran, ran, and ran. Never stopped until she reached BSD City. We don't know where exactly her orphanage was. The area looked like it was in war, so you can't exactly tell what city it is. But it was on an island. Raven hid in a large boat, just to sleep. But she didn't know that she would wake up in another country.

We continue walking forward, no intention of stopping. Until all of a sudden, a bright light shone in our eyes, meaning that it's the end. But we continue walking, we don't know what else to do. Don't know how to get out.

The light dimmed out, and we saw a savannah-like area. Everything was in a purple-blue color scheme. It's as if a regular savannah was in a different hue. We walk forward, admiring the scenery. Maybe this is just Raven's made-up world. Maybe this is just a figment of my imagination, probably not. Khloe and Jennie can see this too.

We stop at a patch of dead grass. It was a perfect circle of dead grass. "What the hell?" I muttered to myself. Everything within this circle was dead. The ground wasn't purple, it was a light shade of brown, like how it was in the real world. Wilted flowers, dead bugs and so much more. "Scarlett?! What are you doing?!" I headed towards the circle of dead grass. Before I entered it, Khloe grabbed my hand.

"What the heck are you doing? You could die!" I aggressively pulled my hand away from her grip. "If it's one way to find the existence of this place, I'll gladly do it." I entered the circle. All my emotions, I feel revenge. But on who? "Who the hell are you?" I stood up from the circle as I exited it. "It's Connor. Pleasure," I gasp.

"No way," the three of us whispered. He was wearing a large, black coat. A big hoodie was covering his face. We could see that he was wearing glasses, and his face was thin and his jawline was easily visible.

He turns around, his back facing us. He walks in a straight line. We follow him. We don't stop. How long has it been, 5 minutes? 30 minutes? I don't know. It's as if there's no clues telling us what time it is. There's not even a sun. The sky is the source of light, but if you look up, your eyes won't burn. This world is so weird, I can't even explain it's weirdness.

After....a while, we reached this dead land. There's a line between the land of life, and land of death. On the land of life, colors are everywhere. It was bright. In the land of death, the grass lays flat on the ground, all dried up. The tree bark was in a dark brown color and no leaves. "Are we gonna die? Are you death? Are you gonna take us down to hell?"

I was freaked out, and so was the others. Wind blew my hair back, dead leaves flying in the air. Some fog gets in my face. "Hey Connor, where are we going?" Jennie asked. We were shivering, it was freezing here. The fog was so thick, I couldn't see anything.

The fog dies down, we could see once again. Connor didn't lead us down to hell. In front of us was a large rock. Connor knocks on the rock. 5 times. The rock wasn't even real, it was hollow, and metallic, just colored in. The rock opens up, showing us a staircase. You all know how you shouldn't go downstairs to the basement at night right? Well, think about it again. This was much, much worse. I couldn't see a floor. Who knows how old, or long this staircase is.

Connor leads the way. As his finger snaps, a line of torches on the wall lit up. He pulls one out of the wall effortlessly, as if he's done this a million times before. The fire lights up the whole staircase. I was right. It was a long staircase.