At the raising of the pianist, Amyr jumped back like a cat that saw a cucumber. "Whoa-ho-ho there, sir!" he exclaimed, "why don't you just take a seat again? You know, go back to playing Canon in Deafening- I mean D?" He kept backing up, unsure of what the pianist would do or say, if anything at all. His eyes only wavering for a moment, looking over to the chest that had come out of seemingly nowhere.
The clear eyes of the Pianist seemed to be lifeless. He gave a gentle smile as he went over to the bunch of instruments around the room. He walked right past Amyr and made his way to the flutes, picking out one of them. He gave it a satisfied look before pressing one of its keys, and in turn flipping out a blade the size of that flute. He fidgeted with the flute blade a little before turning to Amyr, creepily walking towards him.
Amyr looked around almost frantic at this point, somewhat unsure of what to do. He had a bad feeling he'd lose to the guy in a footrace if he started running, so he kind of threw that out the window as a last resort. He continues backing up from the man, soon hitting a wall in the process. "There has to be something that you want," Amyr said, "well, you know, other than to kill me."
He began side-stepping to his right and toward the door, hoping to escape the man.
The Musician moved when he heard Amyr talk. At that moment, one of the sheets of music fell and made some noise. The Musician turned to the sound and travelled towards it, slowly and eerily. His movements were slow and were fixed to places that made sounds. He was… blind?
Amyr sought the distraction of the Musician to escape. He used what little ballet knowledge he had from a friend to make his footsteps as quiet as possible as snuck past the Musician to grab the chest that had fallen. He slowly picked up the small box and proceeded to make his way out of the room quickly and quietly.
Once out of the room, he loudly exhaled the breaths that he had been holding, thankful to be out of that pressuring situation. He looked at the note atop the chest and sat against the wall to the music room for a moment. All he could think was "where to now?"
"What is with this mansion?" Tori braced herself and slammed her shoulder into the door, hoping that it would give.
[ 2:40 PM ]
Amyr would sit alone for a little bit before being met with the Musician who slid the door open and turned to him. This time though, it seemed like the Musician wasn’t as predictable as before. He was able to look at Amyr in the eyes and walked to him, raising the bladed flute he held in his hand and slashing down, barely missing Amyr by an inch or so.
The door did not open up but it seemed like the coated figure had stopped following Tori by this point. Again, Meeting Room, WP meant something otherwise it wouldn’t be so clear beside the doorknob.
As the blade flashed past his face, Amyr's lavender eyes widened in shock. He certainly hadn't expected such a close encounter like that. Only moments ago it seemed like the Musician was blind. Amyr wanted to know what in the world had happened to that. Was it just a trick?
Either way, he had no time to figure that out. Instead, he ran full speed down the hall for his life, his long black hair whipping behind him. He didn't care to look behind him, for he feared what he would see if he did, and what would happen too.
”Hmm…?” the Musician let out in a bit of confusion before pulling the blade back.
”Playing tag now, are we…?” he turned to glanced around.
”Very well then…” with that, he rushed down the hall he heard Amyr run towards with speeds faster than the coated man on the first floor. With how slim his body was, he was able to gather quick speed within a short amount of time, eventually catching up to Amyr.
”You’re mine—“ as he said that, he slashed the blade, wanting to cut Amyr’s body only to hit air. He wasn’t close enough just yet but he was still at a distance that was threatening enough.
"Meeting Room… W..P? That's gotta be something important." Tori racked her brain for something. "Well," she wondered aloud, "if we're talking Clue, there's a wrench and a pipe… no, that can't be it." Tori reached forward and rattled the doorknob.
Amyr heard the Musician loud and clear, he knew that he was very close. So by then, he had deduced the flight was not going to work in the situation so he decided to fight instead.
He turned around quickly, closing the distance between him and the Musician and punched the strange man in the face, watching him stumble backwards a little. He had no clue how he was going to win the fight, all he knew was for the sake of his life, most likely, he just had to win.
The doorknob didn’t move a bit. It wasn’t going to open. Might as well go back to the Meeting Room, that might be the best thing to do as for now. Footsteps inched closer, this time, though, it didn’t sound like the coated man with the cane. It sounded more human-like, more recognizable.
When the Musician stumbled back and after regaining his posture, he reached up to his face with his free hand. Covering his face as he let out a laugh.
”So daring… so… rare…” the Musician spoke out quite clearly before his expression turned a bit concerned. His eyes were opened and they were clear. He made a clicking noise with his tongue, before realizing that he had to be more careful.
”I’ll see you again when the time comes…” he pressed one of the keys to the flute, folding the blade back into its ‘sheath’. A nice thing to note was the fact that the wallpaper between where the Musician was and where Amyr was was different. Where the Musician stood, the wallpaper was full of music notes. Where Amyr stood, the wallpaper was quite plain.
Sweat beaded up on the back of Tori's neck. "I think that's this mansion's way of telling me to go back to the meeting room," she muttered to herself. "I'll take its advice." Tori turned around and started sprinting down the halls back to the meeting room.
Amyr stood there for a moment, staring at the Musician and listening to his laugh echo in the halls. He started backing up slowly at first, then turned around and walked away, fearing that he would be chased if he ran again.
He decided to head back to the first floor, his steps slightly wobbly and shaky with fear. He didn't really feel so safe anywhere else, so he decided to head back to the meeting room since the note had given him no further direction on where to go.
The chest was quite simple, it wanted a four-letter code. The note beside the chest reads: Jesse Taran Amyr Tori. Seemed simple enough… yet, here it was again. The metal clashing sounds came from the hallway, extremely close to where Jesse was.
Oh God not again, Jesse thought frantically. He then glanced around the room, and, seeing no other hiding place, dived into a pile of bones near the back of the room. One of the skulls had rolled off of the pile and he pulled it back to cover his feet, praying that no part of him was visible.
[ 2:45 PM ]
Inside the meeting room, not a lot has changed. But the wallpaper did tear a bit more than it did before while the painting was also slightly off-centered as well as the date beneath it.
That was where Tori and Amyr would come across each other.
The clawed maniac noticed how the room was opened and peered inside, looking around with a pair of bloodshot eyes. He looked, and looked, before leaving the room, closing the door on the way out.
Tori stumbled into the meeting room, out of breath. "That was terrifying, that was terrifying, that was terrifying. And all for nothing." She sank into a chair, where she noticed Jesse's note. Letting out a sigh, she looked around the room.
"Something's off."
Jesse breathed a sigh of relief, crawling out from under the skulls. He nearly gagged at the prospect, but held it together long enough to realize that he was trapped. He doubted the door would just swing open, because nothing in this creepy mansion was easy. Whatever was in this chest had better be worth it.
He walked back over to the chest and put in the letters G B Y R. Hopefully that was it.
The library was, not only big, it was huge! With its size, it was more like a grand hall more than a library. Without being over exaggerated, it looked like this library could fit over a hundred thousand books perhaps even more. Well, no time to waste. There was some Taran needed to find.
Taran moved through the library. While reading wasn't her favorite thing - unless it was horror, of course - she was in awe of the sheer size of the place! As she gaped around at it, the note, forgotten in her hands, crinkled slightly, and she snapped back to attention. She needed to focus.
What did the person mean by hunted, anyway? Nothing had happened to her yet, and she was just looking for clues - which, admittedly, was not not her strong suit.
She ran her hand along the bookshelves, not sure what she was looking for, but if something stood out, she would know. At least, she was pretty sure of that.
Amyr walked into quite slowly the meeting room, the chest clutched tightly in his arms. "Fun," he mumbled, "this is all so fun." He leaned against the wall, looking around the room. "So, anything interesting happen to you… uh… Tori?"
Once both of them — Tori and Amyr — entered the Meeting Room, the monitor was turned on on its own. The white masked man in the suit came back.
”Hello~ How are you enjoying your stay so far? Pretty nice, eh? My officers are welcoming you greatly, are they not?” he asked with the subtlest of giggles.
The chest was unlocked, making a clicking sound as it was. Inside was a tape player and a piece of folded paper.
The tape player started to play as soon as the chest was opened…
”Uhm… hello hello? Hopefully this works… there is a gun hidden in room ‘517’. Take it and use it wisely as it has only one bullet in it. I recommend using it on ‘the Hunter’ if anything…oh shit…” the audible parts of the tape ended there, what followed were screams and pained grunts. The tape then ended. What was left was the folded piece of paper.
As Taran would move along the bookshelves, she would hear the sound of something or… someone. Looking at it closer, the sound came from a young man with black hair and blue eyes. He had a tattoo on his left hand, one of a blade through a skull. He was arranging the books and rearranging some of them as well.
”Guests…? Wasn’t expecting one but alright…” he said, not looking up from the stack he had in his hand. Only ever looking up when he needed to put something there.
When he turned his back to Taran, a bloody hook can be seen tied to his belt with blood still dripping from it.
"I couldn't get anything, my door was locked-" Tori jumped as the monitor turned on.
"Yeah, bro," Amyr agreed with the man in the monitor, "your officers are great. They didn't kill me, so that's a plus." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it in a sarcastic manner. "You know, I think I'll have to leave you a five-star review, dude," he said, "stellar service and the tea was just immaculate." He feigned a chef's kiss.
The appearance of the person was so startling, Taran could only stop and blink at him for a second. Then, she registered his words, and shook her head. "How did you not know that there were guests? The guy on the screen was so loud, I thought everyone could hear him."
Then she noticed the bloody hook, and her stomach dropped, ever so slightly, but she kept her cool. She walked closer to the guy, although every instinct in her screamed to run, and asked, "Do you have any idea why I would be sent to this room?"