Where Rainbows End

When It Ends

Setting:

5% - Flames immune

30% - Flames unlucky

65%- Dead

Warning: Gore and Extreme Violence. I am not kidding.

~X~

-Burn the Ghosts we've carried home-

Present-

"You're invading my space."

The bedraggled girl didn't seem to notice the guy who was now walking up to her, a small pocketbook in one hand and a look of disgust in both eyes.

"Hey," his feet found her arm splayed on the white floor with eyes refusing to open. "If you don't fucking get out I'll kill you."

She didn't answer. Her hunched figure continued its wispy daze, head on knees, and hands on the floor as she lolled to the side, still unreachable.

The guy's green eyes examined the intruder closely.

"Drugged. Looks like you put up a fight to be put here with me."

She didn't reply to confirm his suspicions. He sighed and then turned his heel to leave her.

"If you don't hurry the poison from the bracelet might get you," he waves as he proceeded to the door. "If you die I don't honestly give a damn."

There was still no reply. He frowned. 'This girl's gone'. He thought as he tried stealing a glance. 'The poison's potent enough to take effect within a day if the victim doesn't take the antidote.'

"Is this... the Crimson Castle?"

The girl, eyes red and puffy greeted him. He hid the surprise earlier. He then noticed the empty vial beside her, making him deduce that he probably heeded his warning.

"Why? Not the fairytale you imagined?" he mocked, kicking the rock bed beside him. Those guards thought they could dispose this girl through him, eh?

"I don't care. Are you... an inhabitant?" she asks. Her body looked weak. Her voice was tiny and pitchy.

"More like a prisoner," he snorts back. It was the first time in two years since he talked to a girl. He had forgotten how to talk properly.

"Then you know a friend of mine here?"

"If you don't tell me the name, how would I know?"

She has to take hold from the wall lamp to stand. There was now a big grin splayed on her face as she eyed him happily.

"Her name's Sasagawa Kyoko. She was taken as a prisoner for three years now. Do you know her?"

The guy eyed her quizzically. He was bad at remembering names. The friend this girl had was no exception.

"No it doesn't ring a bell," he shrugged as he then plopped himself on his white stone bed. The girl had a bed opposite her. She'd probably just lie there later. He grunted as he continued reading. She had already taken the antidote. She should be fine for another twenty-four hours anyway. He looked at his right, and saw the silver harmless-looking tech-bracelet glinting in his right arm. He didn't have to worry about the poison for the week.

He sifts his hair as he then peered at the girl. She was wearing the rags the female prisoners wore. Her long hair was in disarray as it fell to her shoulders. She seemed to have stopped crying (otherwise, he would have choked her for ruining his peace) and was now eyeing the bracelet too. Her hand then touched the dewdrop pearl earring on her right.