A short start but this is just a sort of teaser/tester scene. It's going to be a horror - or I'm going to try and make it a horror - and was sparked after re-reading Nightmare Demons and wanting to write some gory stuff because my mind is warped!
So... I hope you enjoy this, not sure how many chapters there will be but they will be longer than this one but I'm not promising that!
Disclaimer: I've never owned the Boosh and never will.
Right then, bin it or carry on?
Prologue
His footsteps pounded along the floor, his reflection looking up at him from beneath his bare and sore feet. The delicate ground cracked with each hammering step he took, he vainly watched his reflection run either side of him as he twisted round corners and thundered down long passageways always clutching at the tiny glass trinket box in the palm of his hand. It's corners digging and slicing into his skin spilling tiny drops of blood onto it's smooth lid and intricate pattern, he kept it hidden well but now its owner wanted it back, whoever that was.
Suddenly he heard another set of panicking footsteps mirror his own but they were louder, the feet were hidden in shoes and not many things wore shoes in the maze. He ran gasping for air, he drew in lung fulls and almost screamed them all back out when he rounded a corner and collided with his best friend who was equally panicked and looked frightfully annoyed.
"Where the hell did you go?" He demanded in a loud stern voice but he couldn't reply to his friend, instead he grasped the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him down a passage to the left which was lined with more mirrors that shone and dazzled in the light from the stars above. His feet were aching and his limbs were shaking, he couldn't relax his hand for fear of losing the precious box that sat there even though the pain was growing up his arm. Little mumbles of discomfort rushed from his lips and over the noise of their footsteps even his friend noticed and gripped at his shoulder tight with an equally trembling hand then uttered two simple words; "Drop it." But he shook his head, he couldn't, it wouldn't let him, it felt like it had welded itself to his hand, "It's not a suggestion Vince! Leave it behind, you don't need it!" Again he shook his head and carried on drawing in a deep breath and pushing his legs further and faster, he needed to escape the Maze, maybe then the pain would stop. Maybe then they'd stop being chased and he'd be safe.
His ankle seemed to collapse on himself and he tumbled toward the glass floor, his friend quickly grasped at the back of his white and blue striped pyjamas to break his fall and prevent the ground from cracking. His fist clenching the box smashed into the mirrored floor leaving red spider web cracks behind, his knees thudded onto the surface with a dull thud. Without a moments hesitation he was pulled up to his feet and screamed at to keep running, and he did. He tightened the muscles in his hand, winced at the pain that followed and pushed his body to the limits.
Anything to escape the Glass Maze.