Two the Left
Sam headed off to the left; it was the darker corridor but if he was going to be followed darkness would be his ally. He ran with one hand on the wall next to him to keep himself steady. Sam's leg was still throbbing however from being dropped into the maze.
Something was nagging at the back of Sam's mind. Whatever had thrown him in there had the choice to kill him. But it chose not to. This was a game of chance and death. Wasn't it always? he thought miserably. For that one second he stopped paying attention, his foot got caught in a hole. He tripped, and as he fell the golden thread dropped from his fingers.
As it spilled across the floor, it unraveled from the spool. Then the thread reformed into elegant cursive letters. Ask me anything it spelled out.
"Why?" was the first thing that came into Sam's mind.
Ah, the question all questions come from.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" Sam huffed.
I said you could ask. Nothing more.
Frustrated, Sam rolled up the string and shoved it back into his pocket. He decided he would have to try it again later. He kept running down the corridor. To his surprise there wasn't a fork waiting for him. It just kept twisting deeper, and deeper. Sam could feel that there was a steady decline in the ground. He was running downhill.
The ground wove and twisted. If Sam ran too fast he would for sure fall over. It took several tumbles and scrapes before he slowed his pace. Eventually he came to another choice. There was a flight of stairs carved into the ground that lead left and a flat plane that went to the right. In the middle of them was a third path.
Sam took a deep breath and headed for the stairs.
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Dean kicked at the ground. It was too dark for him to see anything that wasn't illuminated by the thin beam of his flashlight. He was making progress, but it was painstakingly slow. He was halfway around the side of the building when he thought he heard noises coming from the bushes. He smiled and pulled out his gun.
Caution be damned, he rushed towards the bushes. To his great disappointment there was nothing waiting for him. It had only been a small creature hunting that he had heard. As he turned around he almost tripped on something. Dean raised one eyebrow and he pointed the flashlight down to the ground. Splayed out was a multitude of bodies. There was one skeleton with barely any flesh hanging off it. Then there were fresher corpses. They looked like they'd all been thoroughly chewed on. Some had dual piercings on their side as if they'd been speared by a great set of horns.
The ground rumbled beneath Dean for a moment, grabbing his attention. He heard the faintest sound of laughter, as if it was coming from beneath the ground. Dean's temper flared as he stomped back towards the dinner. There was definitely a death trap under his feet, but he was growing more and more impatient in finding the entrance.
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Sam regretted heading up the stairs. They were steep, for one, and leading him nowhere. Just when he thought he'd reached the end of his rope however he finally reached the top. He let out a breath of relief when the ground plateaued. There were no choices this time.
It was simply a very large round room. It smelled of greasy diner food mixed with musk. The ground was littered with tufts of hair. In one corner was a nest, of sorts. There were matted blankets and bones. Sam looked up and saw a flat door on the celling. He smiled and reached up to pull on the brass handle.
He had to stand on the tips of his toes to grab it. He used his body weight to pull himself up as he pulled it down. All he managed to do, however, was make his arms sore. It would not budge. Sam frowned. It was locked from the outside.
Things that went into the maze were meant to stay in the maze.
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Dean nearly tripped on it at first.
The chain was weaved in and out of the dirt and grass. He followed it and saw that the chain was bolted into the wall on two points, and in the middle where the chains meant was a huge door sunk into the side of the building. The chains connected through the handle, set into place by a large padlock.
Dean looked around to make sure he was alone. He was preparing to make noise. A lot of noise actually, the kind of noise that usually meant things were breaking. Just as he was about to return his attention to the door something caught his eye-
The backdoor to the kitchen was only a few feet away.
To go into the kitchen and snoop around go to chapter five. To break the chain and enter the maze go to chapter four.
