Part 2

With the unexplained happenings around him, there was nothing he could do. He could feel it... FEAR... fear creeping up around him... almost enveloping him. Rouge was amused and at the same time, terrified. What should he do? A part of him tells him to run, escape, dissapear from this place. Better alive than dead! Another part tells him to follow the girl... If at all, the walls were just merely an illusion, it would be fascinating to see what was on the other end. It could be salvation from this damnation. It feels almost like the way people feel when they die. Confused, should they return to their dead body and live? Or do they look towards the bright end of the tunnel and end it there and then? Decisions like this doesn't really matter. Not to the dead. But to the living. Would the pursuit kill him?

Curiousity... Man's best friend, and a cat's worst enemy. Without curiousity, how are we to create? We are all slaves to curiousity. Curiousity is a being that takes us all under its wing of influence...

Being overwhelmed by curiousity, Rouge forces his fears away. With a sweep of his arm signifying the strenght from within, Rouge heads for the wall. Although curiousity has taken its hold on Rouge, he is still sober... sober enough to check the walls before he does anything foolish. With an open inspection, the wall appears to be in a solid impenetrable state. However, there's something not quite right about the wall. Looking at it head on, Rouge notices that the wall spans all the way up as far as his eyes can see. Rouge looks around the place. He would try to find an object to throw into the wall and see what happens. With curiousity beaming, Rouge takes a quick scan of his surroundings, find a metalic object the length of his arm. It seems to be a broken pipe of some sort. The only difference is colour. It was black. With the end broken off, it showed that the pipe itself was made of a black material. The texture was that of metal; cold to the touch. Rouge has found his probe, and with this weapon, he would see if his curiousity had lead him to the right path.

As he approached 2 feet from the wall, fear came. Fear overcame him. It was a disease which suddenly manifested and took control of his body. It was so sudden, that he faltered. Fear, like the eyes of a devil. Fear was still there. Fear's toll upon the body was noticable. Rouge was trembling... shivering like a little boy at the sight of the reaper himself. His curiosity was all but kept him from falling down and crying. It was the curiousity... the voice inside his head, that allowed him, to stagger towards the wall. It was almost as if curiousity took a role of a person, a friend, a family member edging him on. The only difference, was his senses. He could not see, nor hear curiousity. All the 5 sense failed him, but sense curiousity, he did. Within a feet away from the wall, Fear left. Almost as sudden as it had come. As if the emperor had decided to call back his entire army seeing his own capital being raided. And then, it was gone. Silence. Silence was all that was left, and for once, Rouge had appreciated silence. Silence was golden once again.

The pipe pierced into the wall, penetrating it's physical boundaries. It seemed to melt into the wall. It was as if the wall itself was a giant monstrosity, absorbing whatever that went through. Or maybe, just an optical illusion, hiding a portal to an unknown world. Whatever it was, Rouge had no idea. But he knew what he had to do. Pulling the pipe out yield that there was no harm in piercing the wall. With this fact in hand, Rouge pushes his hand into the wall. The surface of the wall was cold to touch, but after the penetration, it felt a comfortable warm sensation. Rouge walks into it.

Darkness. Silence. More silence. A void. For every word he spoke, his ears heard nothing. For every shout he made, silence was its reply. Silence and darkness. Nothing. Was he standing up? or was he upside down? Was he even standing? Or maybe he was in space where there were no directions. He looked around. All he saw was the same old darkness. It was black. Hell black. Even darker than the pits of hell. A falling sensation came over Rouge.

He was falling. Where? which direction. All was not known... excepy the heavy thud on the landing and the unconscious Rouge on the cold floor.