Hi! I just read a really cool PM from TheAmazingDaughterOfHades, so I decided to write my first story/ one-shot (the ones before this were poems). This is dedicated to TheAmazingDaughterOfHades. Constructive criticism appreciated. We had to do a assessment on Theseus in the labyrinth for English, so I've done this before. I'm not copying it, though. I'm using parts that I've remembered and my own.
Enjoy!
I shouldn't be here was one of the many thoughts racing through Annabeth's mind, as her muffled footsteps echoed off of the uneven, stone floor. Occasionally, she would hear a enormous roar, followed closely by a blood curdling shriek which ripped through the labyrinth. After that, if she listened closely enough, she could hear the rip of the flesh being torn off of the fresh carcass.
Candles were lined down the walls, giving the labyrinth a little light, even though it was quite dim. Through that light, Annabeth could see dried blood matted along the walls, one which looked remarkably like a hand print, which had been dragged along the wall. She shuddered. The most disturbing though, was when she would notice a half eaten corpse, normally rotting and dripping crimson blood. She noticed some moss, in the corners of the passage.
The putrid scent of rotting carcasses filled Annabeth's nose, along with the faint scent of a wet barnyard animal. The whole labyrinth smelt slightly damp. Not surprisingly, there was also the bitter smell of dried blood. She just hoped hers wouldn't be there.
As there wasn't that much light, Annabeth felt along the rocky surface of the blood covered walls. She could feel the occasional pieces of moss under her fingers, as well as some mold. There was dried blood and, to her disgrace, there was some wet blood also. The rocky, uneven surface below her feet dug into the thin soles of her worn-out shoes, causing her feet to ache.
Annabeth could taste her blood. It was bitter and metallic at the same time. She could taste the bile rising in her throat, as she saw another rotten corpse, brutally ripped apart, flesh hanging of of bones, a look of utter despair in it's lifeless eyes. It was so distorted she could barely tell if it was human, yet alone it's gender. She could taste the water she stole from the carcass, as well... She was really thirsty...
A thundering roar echoed off the walls, as Annabeth turned around. There it was. The Minotaur. Suddenly, it charged, it's horns (which were said to be sharper than the sharpest weapon- she wasn't going to argue that logic) pointed at her chest. Instinctively, she back-flipped, to avoid the blow. That just got it angrier. She couldn't dodge for much longer. Unfortunately for her, her dagger only made small marks, and it didn't seem to be breaking a sweat. She felt her flesh being ripped from her bones, like her dreams.
She left her soul in the labyrinth of broken dreams.
Please review! Constructive criticism would be awesome!