A/N: I guess I shall continue... -sigh- I'm still disapointed, though... Xl

I didn't really get time to edit this. I had to go to bed so that I could get up and not be in a pissy mood and stuff... Because school has started and, surprisingly, I will be writing more... And the more I write, the more I update. (I like to be a few chapters ahead of what I have posted on here, just in case.) I'm SUCH a good student... *cough* XD

Also, just recently I noticed that does not like some punctiation things... And that some emoticons I like to use do not work because of this... Like, I can't make a heart, man! D: /3 I am sad, now...

And, in the begining of this story, I noticed I messed up. Not that it really matters, but... 1- I said that Cecil's rose was orange but it's supposed to be black. Don't ask me how I got them confused. 2- I don't think I mention Layla's at all. I meant to, but. I dunno. It's supposed to be lavender.

Anyway, I guess this chapter could be a little confusing... I dunno... It felt somewhat right to me, so I just went with it...

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and nothing else...

Chapter 5

They were dying. The pain of being burned alive was unbearable. And when they thought it all was about to end, it suddenly stopped and they were engulfed in coldness and were pulled into a deep sleep.

"We should be safe in here" A woman who looked just a little younger than the age of twenty said as she closed the door to the large room she had just entered. Odd how this one didn't have a lock like the rest. Oh well. She could just barricade it in a second.

She looked over at the unconsious boy she had found a little while ago. Out of breath from running and carrying him, she crawled over next to where she had layed him in the middle of the room. She checked his pulse. It was there, but barely. Hair clung to his face from sweat. Also, he didn't seem to have a rose of his own.

Hers was a pretty pink color and was stuck behind her ear, holding back a piece of her brown curls. So far she'd only been scratched a few times, but when she did, a few petals fell off the stem. Obviously, her and the rose's life were somehow connected. It didn't make sense to her. Then again, almost anything that has happened didn't make much sense.

She set the man's head on her lap, using it as a pillow. Using her handkercheif she always kept with her, she dabbed some of the sweat on his face.

Being the girl she was, she decided to review what had happened before to get her in this mess. Not knowing things really seemed to bother her.

She went to the art museum to check out the new exhibit they had there for some research for her next painting. Luckily, her father allowed her to go all by herself, aside from the chaufer. At first everything was normal, other than the flickering lights, but that was all right. While she was looking at a picture of someone coughing, which seemed silly to her. Why would someone take their time just to paint a man coughing. But she thought nothing of it and moved on.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Was that a black cat? She had to know for sure. She followed it in the direction it went, ignoring everything else. Sure she passed many things that caught her eye, but her curiosity was more important to her. After all, she could justcome back to them later.

She turned the corner and passed a giant painting that looked quite interesting. She'd have to look at that later, too. Going past it, she spotted the cat sitting and staring at a blank painting. Slowly approaching it, trying not to scare it away.

The lights suddnely flickered again, then completely went out. She stopped a few feet away. The cat turned and looked at her, then jumped into the painting.

'What?!' She thought, getting a closer look at the painting. It was a close up of a cat. Just like the one she saw before. She touched the painting, something she knew she wasn't supposed to do. Feeling the brush stokes [pretend there isn't some sort of glass protecting the painting, okay?], she only became more confused.

Suddenly, a claw like black hand came out and grabbed her arm. Its sharp nails dug into her skin as it dragged her into the painting.

She was covered in darkness for a few seconds, then showered in a blinding light. Looking around at her surroundings, she knew she wasn't in the gallery anymore.

Actually, here was like no other place she had seen before. Such darkly colored walls, creepily decorated corridors. It seemed almost unnatural to her. Most of the palces she's been in always looked so bright and cheery. But she was brave and was always a lot smarter than other people, so she should be abe to find her way back easily.

Or so she thought. Turns out, these halls were a lot harder to figure out than theyseemed. Plus, she had no comprehention how she even got there in the first place. ' Maybe she just fell sleep in the car and was still dreaming.' She thought, 'But we must be there by now. Why wouldn't the driver of woken me up instead of letting me sleep my time away?! The museum could be closed by now!'

She blindly went through countless rooms, stopping to admire the work on multiple pieces of art she passed along the way. She also found a nice pink rose, which she kept with her by tucking it behind her ear. It wasn't until she came to a painting titled 'Lady in Yellow' that she realized some of them weren't even in the gallery she saw before. Right as she sighed and started walking away.

Upon hearing a loud crashing noise coming from behind her, she turned around to see the Lady in Yellow, halfway out of her painting and crawling toward her at an impressive rate. Before she knew it, the lady grabbed her by the ankles, making her fall to the ground. She clawed up her body, reaching for the rose in her hair. But for some reason, the girl knew she couldn't let the lady get a hold of her flower.

She shoved the lady off to the side and quickly got up to run away, a few petals falling off the rose as the cuts on her body started to bleed. But they were small enough to barely notice.

After she ran away from other mysterious creatures and found vases in which she placed her rose and gained back all it's petals, she came across a man who looked just a bit older than she, sitting aga-

The girl was brought out of her memories by the sound of a loud CLANK. She jumped, whiping her head to look at the door where the sound came from. Carefully getting up, being sure not to be too rough with the hurt man, she went to check and see what had happened.

And, of course... They were locked in...

A/N: Oh, look. Another OC. Well, I hope you like them, because there are two more coming up soon.

The next chapter will still be about this girl. Please, tell me what you think of her! So far I really like her, an I'd like to know what you guys think! Actually, I'd like to know your guys' opinion on how this story is doing, actually. I feel like it's just going downhill from the second chapter on. Like, those two I am really happy about, but the rest are just meh...

So any and all opinions are welcomed! Some sort of constructive critisism would be really nice.

So... Review, please? X3