1: Maze
672 Words
It was a long corridor. It was an even longer gurney ride. Maze found herself taking note of the things she could see. Tiled ceiling housed lights down the hallway. She counted them.
'One... two... three... four...'
'Shut up, girl. No subjects are allowed to talk in the presence of the porters.'
She stopped, counting silently.
Nine... ten... eleven... twelve...
She turned her head and noticed various sets of doors.
'One, two, three, four, five,' she started counting aloud again and the porters growled, pulling the gurney to a halt.
One hissed and she stopped counting.
'She's counting doors, Nat.'
'So?' Nat responded, only to hear a reply that he did not like.
'So we can't do anything. Let's just get her to the room as soon as possible.'
Nat growled harshly before setting off again, only to stop at the end of the corridor. His colleague fumbled with their notebook.
'Dammit! Nat, what's the door code?'
'Um, Elite Chinubyo, I think,' he supplied, and Maze's eyes widened, storing the passcode in her brain.
The door swung slowly open and two boys stepped forward to help her up. She wobbled and fell as Nat and his coworker disappeared through the door behind her.
'Are you ok?' One of the boys asked, reaching for her arm.
'Don't!' She spat icily. 'I'm perfectly fine, thank you.'
'But you're a defenceless teen damsel in distress, please allow me to help you,' He gushed dramatically, grabbing her bicep. She shook him off.
'Yes I'm a damsel, yes I'm in distress, I can handle it!' Maze retorted, grabbing the closest, solid inanimate object she could and heaving herself upright.
'Look, let me help,' the other boy said forcefully, and even before she was scooped up she knew that he would not take no for an answer.
'Blooming Zeke, always getting cuties,' the first boy grumbled, following the pair as they seemingly glided into a more open space. It wasn't until she was deposited on something soft with something warm great over her leg did Maze realise that she had been taken through to a bedroom. Darkness surrounded her, and she began to panic as she felt the bed dip beside her. Power rose in her throat and she whispered a strangled, 'Light.'
She swallowed when nothing happened, anxiety taking over her.
'Light. Light! I need light! please!' she begged, her power consuming her, rolling smoothly from her tongue. ' Turn it on, now!'
'Do it!' A troubled voice echoed throughout the darkness, and the lights switched on.
'"And the Lord said 'Let There Be Light',"' Maze quoted, temporarily blinded, her panic slowly easing. Flashing green stroke only cleared out of her eyes causing her to squeal. there, looming in front of her, was a face.
'Hey hey,' it soothed– no, he. This was the drama queen from earlier. 'Chill, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.'
Maze leant back, regarding him.
'Personal space. Please,' she murmured, and he shot backwards.
'Right. Sorry,' he laughed sheepishly, and Maze tilted her head. She was finding it hard not to like him. Further away she could see the other beings in the room: another male- probably the one who brought her in, and a female who leaned by the door frame.
'Who are you?' Maze asked, and the drama queen smiled.
'Dakota, Dakota Ivanshov. I like it. Do you like my clothes?' He prattled, so quickly that she could barely keep up. She studied him. His hoodie was black, the emblem of a skull embroidered onto it. His jeans were tight, but not tight enough to restrict him, and his trainers made the whole outfit come together.
'Yeah?' She responded, and Dakota's beam grew wider.
' I knew I liked you! anyway that's Zeko he carried you here–' thoughts confirmed– 'And that's Caddy. We don't know the full length of her name, so Caddy is good.'
The girl rolls her eyes.
' I told you 1000 times, it's Cad–'
' I'm going to find the others, wait here!' Dakota interrupted.
The remaining two exchanged a well-practised glance.
' I suppose I'll make sure neither one kills him,' Zeko murmured and Cad laughed.
'Try not to kill him yourself' she called and Zeko exited the room.
- Writer
