Slowly, I stepped inside and couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. The vault was huge and had enough room to fit dozens of artifacts inside, but as I looked closer, I noticed there was only one thing inside: a box, covered by a glass case. Mark brushed past me, almost nudging me into the wall, and pulled a glass cutter out of his bag.
"Oh, this is it. This is really it." He placed the cutter on the glass and made a circle with it, then unceremoniously pulled the glass off the podium and tossed it behind him. I winced as I heard it shatter, moving closer to him.
"This is what we've been working towards all those years," he said softly, looking at me "It's finally ours." He then turned to the box and grabbed it carefully, a look of pure joy on his face as he pulled it off the podium. As he did, it seemed to... glitch. That's what best described it.
Three other boxes, seemingly stuck between different realities, jumped out of it. One was blue, one was red, and one was green. The glitching happened only for a second, almost like if you blinked, you'd miss it. Mark didn't act like he noticed it, though he wasn't exactly looking at it.
My blood froze.
I knew those glitches.
I knew those colors.
For a split second, everything around me seemed to shatter, like a broken mirror - like my prison - before snapping back to normal.
"This is gonna change our - Woah, Charlotte, are you okay?" He asked. I waved my hand dismissively.
"Fine, fine. You were saying?" I said. His eyes lit up.
"Oh yeah! This box is gonna change our lives forever."
That's when the alarms started blaring.
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Confessions of a Corpse
Fanfiction[REUPLOADED FROM MY ALT ACCOUNT, @Beebs_the_writer] The District Attorney didn't want to die. The District Attorney didn't want to disappear. The District Attorney wanted only one thing. They wanted ANSWERS. And they'd do anything to get them.
