School Of The Unsolved

Knock Out

The lights began to dim and the music started to get louder as a purple hue began to grow in the room. My feet moved along the floor with not a single stumble. That was something I never thought I was capable of. That was the first sign that was never going to get out of this.

I would have to dance forever.

My eyes began to water as my legs began to burn. I knew I couldn't handle the constant movements for long. I needed something and it didn't help that literally, nothing stood out when it came to getting out.

It wasn't long before sweat began to build upon my body and the tears in my eyes did the same. I had truly been in hell. My body began moving quicker and quicker across the floor not hitting a single body. My body began to spin around as my vision began to get blurry. I knew things could only go downhill from here.

My mind had been running wild. I needed a way out but I couldn't even control myself. I knew couldn't just get out of the trance. I couldn't just snap my fingers and wake up. That wasn't going to happen.

My mind began to go into a daze as my legs began to move faster and faster. I was positive my legs would have gotten tangled up in themselves but as more time passed I knew that wasn't going to happen.

A singular teardrop fell down my face as I slowly began to lose myself. I couldn't handle it anymore. I couldn't handle not having control. I couldn't handle being able to.just stop. That was all I wanted. I needed to stop and my mind wasn't doing it. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn't escape.

My heart fell to my stomach as I felt a hand crawl up to mine. I knew it was nothing good. I knew it was the beginning of things getting worse. Things weren't going to get anything but worse. This was what I had gotten myself into. I should've known better.

An arm wrapped around me and tried to pull me towards it. My body flew around and met with the other person. I couldn't have stopped it even if I tired. My eyes fell on George as he wrapped his other hand around me and began slowly moving with me.

Left, front, back. That was the pattern me and the boy followed as we danced across the floor. There was a single tile that we ignored. No matter how my he was enjoying it my mind had never left the thought of escape. My eyes ran over the whole room as the feeling of our legs moving faster hit me. I quickly turned back to the. That was something I instantly regretted.

I began moving faster than imaginable as the image of a rotted boy stood right in front of me. His face still in a grin.

The boy quickly gripped on to me together and began spinning me around. At first, it was slow but as time past my vision quickly began to spin around as the boy continued to spin me. The feeling if the boy letting go of my manic spinning body was the last this I felt before I went flying through the dance floor.

Suddenly another hand gripped on to me and for a second I began to slow down. Enough for me to process who was in front of me. A tall man stood in front of me. His face had looked like it had been scorched by fire and as I looked down I realized his whole body had taken the same form.

The man didn't allow me to get any more than that as he began spinning my once again. My head pounded as things got faster. Once again I felt his hand slip out of mine. There I was spinning through the dance floor once again.

This time I was stopped by somebody familiar. It was nell. Her dress had been torn apart and ripped and a dark bruise wrapped around her neck. But most importantly a bullet hole had been right there on her cheek. Under where a bandaid once was.

The girl.looked at me different then everybody else had. I could tell she wasn't dark at heart. There had just been more to her story. More then she let on. I also knew she wasn't going to help. I knew that just from how she began spinning me like all the others had. At this point, I had nothing else but to go along with it.

This time as I spun everybody moved out my way. Maybe this would be the end of my torture. Suddenly my body stopped. I could move again. I looked around out the crowd eyeing me down. I knew just because I was free didn't mean this was over.

I finally gathered the courage to look at what was in front of me. That sight made me forget every single even that had occurred not too long ago. Marc had stood right before me. I knew I was me I knew. Could control myself I knew all of that. But I also knew that he was irresistible. His hair had been done perfectly. His suit had fit him so well. He was perfect. Once again I fell for him.

I slowly got closer to him. I was lost in his eyes ass he started to do the same. My heart began to bear faster then any type of fear had done. As I boy got closer I knew I never wanted to leave.

His hand wrapped around me as the music started to start up once again. My eyes never left his as he pulled me in closer. Face to face. Almost touching. All I wanted was a kiss. One kiss I thought as I pulled my self closer. Close enough for the kiss.

A small hand hit my shoulder and began taking my hands in theirs. I didn't want to dance again all I wanted was marc. As fast as I got pulled away I was facing the person who had taken me. It was Marceline. She looked dead. As I turned back to marc he didn't even give her a pacing glance.

Did she die?

Before I could even really started thing the girl quickly started to dance around the room with me as my body started to once again lose control.

We moved quickly crossing every part of the room. I knew we weren't leaving. We were practically already dead. As the song began to finish. Barcelona began to lift me for what seemed like the ending pose. My heart stopped as I front myself flying through the air and going straight towards the exit. I looked back at masculine who had been doing the same for herself.

My brain felt like it was shaking the moment I.picked myself up from the floor. I looked up at the bright light trying to make something out but my vision had been half out of it.

Two bodies quickly began to come up behind me.

It looked like a man and a woman.

"Welcome to the pink hotel!" the said in unison.