Criers Mansion

Fake. Fake. Fake.

It's dark. Too dark. It feels like death. Am I dead. No. I see the darkness turn grey, I'm walking. My feet are moving and I can't control them, I'm walking toward some kind of light. Death, this is death.
Then like a tug I'm back in the darkness and a tint of orange fills the room. A dark Crimson orange.
I feel my eyelashes flitter as they get used to the lighting in the room. I'm so thrilled that I'm. Not dead. Slowly I start to gain the feeling back in my arms, body and legs. then I feel my nose, lips, eyes, but only one ear. I reach my arms up to my ear. It feels like I've rusted into one position and I'm trying to break free. My ear it's throbbing like crazy madness, and all I hear is a slight buzz.
I run my fingers over my ear. It's swelling and red, with blood. They must have hit me in the ear with the baseball bat.
I finally urge myself to sit up. The world starts to get brighter as I completely open my eyes. The room looks like a prison cell.
The room was the size of a class room but the ceiling was lower. The ceiling walls and floor where made of the same rotting sandstone as before in the hallways. And there where pieces of electronic equipment everywhere. They buzzed and beeped like it was there job. And me, I was stuck in a glass box right in the middle of the room. The glass looked new and unbroken like the wall gadgets, someone set up a base apperantly under the mansion. Horrifyingly Fascinating.
I stood up and looks all around the room. No Oliver. But there was this huge iron door that had about a thousand locks. My first instinct was to scream and pound on the glass, but my throat was sore and I couldn't even make a whisper.
A beep and the sound of metal in metal filled the room. I threw my hands over my ears to block out the sound of screeching contraptions. A dark hole opens up in the ground and up rose a silver platter stuck to a metal rod. On the silver platter was a glass of water. My instincts where telling me not to take the glass, but my mouth was so dry I had to. My hand sprung to the glass and I thrusted it up ,chugging the whole thing down my throat at once. I slammed the glass down back on the silver platter. I wiped the water dripping from my chin and the silver platter diseased back into its hole. The stone slid back into its place covering the hole and there was no trace the water or the silver platter had ever been here.
I finally had the courage to start screaming for my life. I started bagging on the glass with the middle of my palms.
"Help someone help me!" I was screaming so loud that the sound bounced of the walls of the cell and rang in my ears.
I buzz and a few clicks came from the corner of the room where the iron door is. Click click click. The door finally retracted into the wall revealing a silhouette of a person about 5 feet tall. Or even taller. It brought tears to my eyes as the person approached the cell. There shaggy hair brought anger to my soul and made my regret everything. It was Oliver.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Avalon." he smirked at me. His eyes filled with evil.
" I can't believe you did this!" I'm so furious and upset that the glass might explode. "I thought we had something" as my confidence leaked out of me I started crying which made my sentence short and weak. My heart was broken, and the pieces lay at my feet.
"You thought wrong Avalon! We had nothing!" He screams at me with fire in his eyes. After one day you think you might love someone. Then the love dies.
"Why. . . Why are you doing this to me!?" I'm screaming and crying at this point, tears role down my cheeks like a waterfall that has been backed up for days.
"Oh Avalon you would never understand." he says rhetorically. But he keeps on talking when I want him to stop most. "You see Avalon. My family is very wealthy, almost wealthy enough to buy, let's say," all the pieces fell into place. "A mansion," he starts to scream with rage."And if your family didn't come along, We would have been able to buy and live in the mansion." He stares back at me with his demon eyes, then walks over to one of the strange contraptions on the wall and starts pushing buttons. He walks back over to me. I turn away, I can't bare to look at him.
"I hope you can understand Avalon. Its not me, its you. It's always been you." He tries to be sympathetic for me. But I don't need his sympathy.
He leaves the room and I'm just standing there, swallowing my own fear before it swallows me.
And right then, the glass box starts to shake. I look around wondering what the heck is going on. I look up to be ceiling, that's where the vibrations are coming from. A rusty metal pipe lowers down into the glass cage. I stand right underneath it looking to see what's inside. Another short shake and the nozzle starts spewing water. Gallons of it.