Paint it Another Colour

Chapter 51

"Hello?" Feliks opened a door and peered in. Although the décor was nice, and it was well furnished in a way that he found most other places weren't, he couldn't afford to waste time looking at it.

He closed the door and sighed, leaning against it and half sinking to the floor, glancing down the corridor he'd been working his way down. There had to be at least fifty doors he'd tried, and all of them were useless. Now, the fifty-first, held nothing important to him. He was looking for Toris and Raivis. No one else seemed to think that they were here, apart from Lida, but she was still not exactly emotionally stable, so he didn't really want to ask her for help. That left him searching by himself, and it was clear now that he wasn't getting anywhere. Any one of these doors could end up leading him to a sticky end, or a fight with a counterpart that would just waste more time, and possibly end with him dying.

That wouldn't be good.

Slowly, Feliks pushed himself to his feet and opened the door opposite.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

He moved to the next one.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

Next.

"Hello?"

He growled and slammed the door shut, kicking it violently. This was useless. He wasn't getting anywhere. But, he reminded himself, where else was he going to look at the moment? All he could do at the moment was look through all of these doors that he really couldn't be bothered to look through. Feliks opened another door and peered in, not even bothering to say 'hello' this time. The room was completely unfurnished, undecorated and uninteresting. He was half tempted to give up, slam the door closed and walk off. But then he could pass the room they were in, or somewhere which told him where they were, or anything like that, and if he didn't find it, no one would. Part of him was positive that he'd be too late, or something like that. They'd already been killed, or maybe found be accident, or maybe they weren't even in here anymore, but another part kept on shouting that no one else was looking for them.

And that was the sad truth: no one cared enough about them to look for them. So he was going to be the one to find them.

When the others in his group had refused to come with him to look for Toris and Raivis, he'd been so close to slapping them, especially when Alfred put his hands on his shoulders and told him with a sort of childish sincerity that 'they won't be here Feliks' as though he was telling a small child that their hamster had died. Roderich had stood behind him, half looking away, Heracles just generally looking bored. The only one who looked in the slightest bit sorry or sad for him, or anything of that sort had been Kyung Soo, but even then, he hadn't offered to help either.

Feliks huffed and opened another couple of doors, shouting 'hello' into them, not waiting for a reply. He came to his fifth, yanking it open like he had the others.

"Hello?" he asked, closing the door even as he said it.

"Hello?"

Feliks froze, the door half closed in his hand, and slowly opened it again, peering in.

"Hello?"

The room was dark. So dark he couldn't see anything. There didn't seem to be anything as complex as a window inside, or any sign of something that might resemble a light, or a light switch. If he peered hard enough, he could see shapes moving out of the corner of his eye, and if he squinted, he could just make out bars in front of the shapes.

"Feliks?"

Feliks jumped into the room and ran forwards in an attempt to get to whoever was there, forgetting about the bars for a second. He ran straight into them, smashing his face, splintering a tooth or two and bruising his lip, but he hardly cared now.