Roomscapes I - survive

Chapter 20 ~ Newbies and I'm sorry

** CAMERON'S POV **

"We have to leave," her warm hands slowly let go as she pulled away but I quickly pulled her back, not hugging her, just facing her, my face less than inches away from hers. "I'm sorry," a tear unwillingly made its way down my cheek, making the cold air in the room have a bigger impact on my now damp skin, "I'm sorry..." I pulled her in for a tight hug, and luckily, she didn't hesitate, she just squeezed and I felt a tear emerge her eye and land on my suit. I didn't mind. I had her here with me and I was more than lucky already since she hadn't killed me or ran away from me...yet. I was sick. I was crazy. This was crazy. But I had to deal with it and I knew it would be hopeless to stay away from her when I simply couldn't. You don't like her I kept reminding myself every second of my life the same thing, and every second now I start to doubt it more and more. I'm not sure how I feel but I don't really have time to decide anyway. "No..." she whispers, "I can't... you killed Adriana and Kristen and you were going to kill me, Cam..." she started sobbing and instantly stopped, "I mean Cameron..." she corrected herself and stood up, "I can't and won't forgive that...." her voice was shaky, and I prayed it was the pain speaking, not her. "And I hate you too much for what you did to be around you..." her face turned red and she started crying, and through gritted teeth continued and finished her sentence, "even if it means I have to die, I would rather die a painful death if surviving means I have to be near.... near you.... near the person who killed my best friend and my ally.... and you know what?" she had stopped talking through gritted teeth now, and she looked rather tired and sad than mad and angry, like she was giving up, and I hated to see her that way... "You know what?" she repeated, more tears going down her face, "I would not be a bit surprised if you were holding a knife, ready to kill me all along, including right now." she rubbed her eyes violently and bit her bottom lip, "Bye" and she was gone, walking swiftly towards the nearest door, and I could see her shoulders were starting to shake and she was having a breakdown, because of me. All because of me. I am a damn idiot. I couldn't believe I didn't stop her, I didn't tell her to wait or to stay or that I-- never mind. I pressed my hands to my face and got up, and walked through another door. I am going to give this situation time, but I swear, I swear I am going to keep her alive, because -- because I love her...

** ELI'S POV **

"Hey man..." I said, waving my hand in front of Daniel's face, "Daniel!" I heard footsteps coming, so I did the smartest thing I could think of, I grabbed my axe and pretended to be killing him. I suddenly flinched as I saw a slightly tan guy with cool hair walk through the door, his expression mad and hurt, and as soon as he saw me the words escaped his mouth without previous consideration, and he didn't seem to regret them even after they were said, "Come on..." were the words he spilled before starting to walk towards the door directly in front of him, leaving me too confused to answer. He sighed, noticing this. "I am going to be your ally, ok?" he looked down at Daniel, "leave him," he said, his voice somehow angry, "No." I said, my expression tired yet serious, "Why? Leave the poor guy alone, someone else will kill him..." he said, continuing to walk towards the door, "No, you don't get it, he's my best friend, he just-- well someone hit him..." my voice drifted and my tone changed almost immediately, "Oh." He simply said, starting to walk towards me, "And what is it with the attitude and frown?" I dared to ask, being a little too nosy, "Well do you expect me to be smiling while being in the middle of death itself?" he asked, rolling his eyes, I gave him a look and he sighed, "I lost someone important," he simply answered, fighting back tears, "Oh, well I'm sorry for your loss," I immediately felt guilty for asking, but the feeling toned down once he said, "No... not that kind of loss... she just... well I guess I killed most of her allies and her best friend... that's why..." ok, he was stupid, you don't get a girl by killing her best friend, "Well that's lovely," I answered sarcastically as I pulled Daniel up, carrying him on my shoulder, "Yea... I know... she also thinks I want to kill her... " he shrugged, "I'm not good at getting girls... but-- forget it...." he snapped back into his old mood and gestured towards the door, "And now... we shall walk into the rooms of doom, if we are not already among them..." he said sarcastically, clearly annoyed by the fact that I wasn't moving, "You shall carry the sleeping....thing... as well...." he said in a British accent. I snapped back into reality and walked as fast as I could towards the door, and stepped into another room, well... not so much of a room, I would say... more of like... a place.... a jungle maybe. Within just seconds, a scream was heard and the death announcer went off, followed by a smirk that appeared just too close...

** ANGEL'S POV **

I couldn't get the image out of my head. Adriana. Dead. Muerta. Mort. мертвый. Dood. Morto. No matter in how many languages I have to say it, it just won't click. It won't allow itself to be recognized as a true fact. It just doesn't fit in. She can't be dead... I love her... dead or alive-- no matter how creepy that sounds-- I love her and death itself cannot change that. I sighed and held back tears, walking faster every second. Maybe....maybe if I walked fast enough, if I was able to run fast enough... I would be able to escape the mortifying truth. But I knew better than to try. I knew that no matter how fast I jog, how fast I run, how fast I walk, I will never be able to escape the real world, the real truth, and I would have to live with that. Not knowing yet hoping no one was around, I started to cry, praying no one was near to witness this act of pure weakness that would lead to everyone knowing I'm weak and next thing I know finding myself dead. At least dead with Adriana... a voice inside of me said. What the heck Angel.... stop being creepy... I told myself, laughing silently. Fine... without noticing where I was walking, my head hit something, and I cursed under my breath before letting out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and looking around at what caused the head incident. It was a door. Smaller than the others, but still a door. I bent down to look through the key hole, but nothing came into view so I decided to do the most reasonable thing yet the stupidest as well... I opened the door.

** VALENTINA'S POV **

I am such a terrible liar. I can't believe he thought I really hated him... how could I hate him? It seems like no matter how much leeway I am given I would still choose to remember him and never get him out of my head...still involuntarily. I sighed at the thought and rubbed my eyes, begging myself to keep going with the tiredness and all. I kept walking. After who knows how long, my body started to give up, too tired to continue working. I felt dizzy and stumbled, my head hitting and opening a wooden door. Ouch. All I saw before my eyes began to close and everything went dark was a tree, and that was enough to let me know something obvious and horrible...we are back into the arena...