Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

The Real Beginning.

Four's P.O.V:
I don't care if I make any more sounds, because Three's already after me and I know he won't stop.

I dash upstairs, not knowing what it leads to. Nostalgia overwhelms my senses, each turn and twist revealing the past. I try to dig in my memories for something, anything that has to do with this huge blue house, but there's nothing. No memory of being here. No memory of what I've done here and why there are math sheets sprawled on the walls with my name on them.

Why one of my favourite songs is in the middle of downstairs on a phonograph.

No memory, none at all, about this wretched place.

I scurry away at the slight sound of a footstep, then hear a curse. I was being hunted, and I had no idea. I was the rabbit, he was the fox. Cunning, yes. But unpredictable and sly. Or maybe a snake would be better to describe him. Cunning, sly, unpredictable, and inhumane.

Shirk!

There's suddenly a massive pain in my side.
I need to remember to not get lost in my thoughts next time.

Next time.

The words echo in my mind.

My head starts spinning, and next thing I know, I'm on the floor. "Wow, I actually thought you'd put up a fight. How boring." Three twirls the knife in his hand. I see my blood dripping off it, and shudder. My eyes go dark, I feel it, but I don't want to fight.

"Is little Four having a mental breakdown because he lost the fight? Awww, how pitiful." Three mocks. I feel anger bubble inside me, but I won't fight. "I'm not fighting you, Three." I croak out. He steps on my wrist, and I let out a shriek. "Why not, blue?" He snarls.

"Because at least you're not killing anyone else."

"Anyone you have in mind?"

I pause.

"At least you're not killing X." I mumble. I feel my blood continue to pool around me, and there's enough to fill a pond.

Three smirks at me, then turns around...

...and leaves the cursed blue building I've set my casket in.

X's P.O.V:

The Equation Playground.

It's gigantic.

One stares at it like it's a person, showing sympathy for it's ivy problem. Eight, on the other hand, is admiring the ivy growth.

Nine and Five stand next to each other, staring up at the rusty golden gates in awe. Six's jaw is dropped. Two puts her hands on her hips and studies it, unimpressed. I'm in shock at her. Has she been here lately? Or does she just have really high standards?

"Let's go in." One speaks up, and we all murmur in agreement.

One slips through the gate, and it seems Three was here to open it earlier. Two follows, of course, because numbers always go in order.
Three and Four are inside.
Four is inside.

I shove past Five. Order doesn't matter. I squeeze into the open gates. Jeez, couldn't Three open this any bigger? I push the gates farther open in order to get in. Finally, I'm in the Playground. The all-known, almighty EPG. Wow.

One and Two look at me, puzzled that I went before Five and Six. "What?" I ask, irritated. "Does order really matter so much that I'd put it before the life of my best friend?" One and Two are speechless, and quickly apologize and look away. Huh. I didn't think that would work. Come to think of it, I didn't think any of this would work.

I mean, why would they want to come with me to save the number they banished from the Playground in the first place?

Everyone's in now but Nine. She slips in quickly, and closes the gates behind her.

KLANK!

One screams and pushes the gates, trying to open them. They don't budge. A voice speaks up. An unrecognizable, small voice.

"Only once there are two, you may be free.
If not, you'll live with only me.

All but two must belong with me,
Their blood enough to fill a sea."
There's static.

One snatches Two's hand and dashes off with her.

Eight scurries away in a panic, breathing heavily.

Five puts her hand on my shoulder, her eyes wide with fear. Nine squeezes Five's arm, desperate for comfort.

Six looks at us for a moment, then sprints away.

I close my eyes, hoping I'll open them to be in bed, with Four across the room, home, safe, and with me.

I try it.

I'm met by two numerals hugging me and each other, crying, sobbing, bawling.

Only two can escape...

The possibilities of who are endless.

"We need to stick together." I whisper.

"Even if we don't get out of here, I'm not killing anyone." I sigh, pulling the two girls closer.

"Especially not you guys."