"It's like a..."
"Maze." Number 1 finished Number 5's sentence, scanning the area with critical eyes. It was a large maze with deep gray stone walls and many doors, all of them closed and some with locks. It was almost crazy, if the fact they were now inside Number 4's head wasn't crazy enough, they were now inside a maze inside Number 4's mind seemed the craziest. "We better get moving or else time will run out."
"Which way should we go?" Number 5 asked, taking a step forward. "This placed is giving me the creeps!"
Number 1 looked around. "We should open every door. Who knows which door he's in," He took a step forward. "Or what memories are behind each door." He added quietly.
Number 3 opened the first door and scream, quickly shutting the door. "Don't open that one!" She yelled to the other, pressing her back against it. "It's really scary in there!"
"This one is just strange!" Number 5 commented, opening the door she had opened wider. "What is in this boy's head?" The room was filled with statues all of them beheaded and grotesquely disfigured. The walls were painted in red, like blood. "I'm closing this one." She said, slamming the door shut.
"I'm thinking that none of these are the true doors, like he's trying to get us out of his mind." Number 1 thought out loud, stepping forward. The stone he stepped on suddenly sunk into the ground. He looked down, highly confused.
Suddenly the maze began to shift, twisting and turning in front of their sight. The doors warped upward along with the walls. The light also got darker, causing them to squint in the darkness that now consumed everything.
"Number 2 can you get us some light in here?" Number 1 asked into the head gear, not moving an inch until they could get light. "Its pitch black!"
The voice of Number 2 cracked in their ears from the head set. "I'm on it Number 1!" He said and the sound of clicking could be heard. A light suddenly shown from above them. "Is it good?" He asked, worriedly.
"Yes, over and out!" He looked over at the two girls, who were looking around sporadically. "Let's get this over with, were running out of time."
Number 5 looked over at Number 1. "Do you think maybe we could have Number 2 just scan this place and tell us where Number 4 is hiding? It would be way easier than opening all these doors." She concluded, watching him.
"I don't know if it would hurt his mind."
"This is not his mind." Number 3 said suddenly. "He wouldn't have such dark thoughts."
"Number 2! Can you do a scan for us and tell us where Number 4 is?" Number 1's accented voice rang through the stone hallways, loud and clear, even echoing.
Number 2's voice was fuzzy over the headsets but was still there. "I can do that." He said, the clicking sound making its way through the ear sets. "He's trying to get us out of his head! It will take a second." More clicking. "Okay, skip all these doors, they are useless diversions. At the end of this hallway, you will see door, open it. Go now!"
The teens were off and running, through the twisted hallway that seemed to go on forever. As Number 2 had said, it was a useless diversion for all of them, seeing as though the doors disappeared as they passed them, leaving only plain wall. The door was suddenly in their sights, standing like a beacon in the dark storms of night. They rushed through the door, Number 5 first, each of them beginning to pant from the excursion.
"Were here!" Number 1 said, his eyes going wide at what greeted them inside the doorway. The room was filled with staircases, at least fifty of them, going up and some going down and other twirling to nowhere.
"Okay, go to the one at the right!" Number 2's voice cracked over the headgear.
"Which one? There has got to be at least fifty of them in here!"
"The one at the farthest right!"
They were moving once again, going toward the right, trying to find the staircase that would lead them to where they needed to go. Their eyes widened in surprise yet again as they reached the destined staircase. It was the most twisted, most spiraled, most rickety thing they had ever seen in their lives.
"Is this the staircase?" Number 3 asked, walking up to inspect it. She put her foot down atop it and scream as the wood broke through, falling down to the darkness below. She began to tumble with it, too scared to pull her foot up. Number 5 grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back onto the ground.
Number 1 growled deep in his throat. "Stop it Number 4!" He yelled out into the large room, his face getting red with anger. "Are you trying to kill us? Number 3 almost got hurt."
Suddenly, the whole room switched, the staircases melting together almost as if doing a dance. They danced around each other, blending together to make one large staircase made lavishly out of marble, reaching great heights into the sky and also reach great heights downward. Both ways seemed to either take you to the gates of heaven or the pits of hell.
Number 5 looked over the rail of the staircase. "I'm gonna say it again. This place is givin' me the creeps!"
"Where to now, Number 2?" Number 1 asked, mindful of the staircase as they began to make their way up it.
"I wonder why he doesn't want us in here." Number 3 said aloud to the others. "I mean, were only trying to help him."
"Keep going up the stair case until you reach the top level." Number 2's voice rang into their ears. Back in the lab, he continued to type on the plastic keys of the keyboard, watching the screen with interest. He looked over at the four of his comrades; three of them with the helmets on their bodies lying down on the cots. He then looked over at Number 4, looking at the smaller boy; his eyes still closed as if in sleep. The eyes suddenly shot open, the glazed over eyes staring straight ahead into the air. "Oh shit!" Number 2 yelled into the mouthpiece, typing quickly on the computer. "Guys watch out now!"
The three of them sat on the stair case, stopped cause of the sudden warning. "What is it Number 2?"
"Run up the stair case now!"
"What is it?"
"It's a….." And then the voice of Number 2 stopped. As the voice stopped, the lights went out , bathing them in darkness. They were alone. And then it was upon them, the evil that Number 2 had warned them about but could not get through.
"Maze." Number 1 finished Number 5's sentence, scanning the area with critical eyes. It was a large maze with deep gray stone walls and many doors, all of them closed and some with locks. It was almost crazy, if the fact they were now inside Number 4's head wasn't crazy enough, they were now inside a maze inside Number 4's mind seemed the craziest. "We better get moving or else time will run out."
"Which way should we go?" Number 5 asked, taking a step forward. "This placed is giving me the creeps!"
Number 1 looked around. "We should open every door. Who knows which door he's in," He took a step forward. "Or what memories are behind each door." He added quietly.
Number 3 opened the first door and scream, quickly shutting the door. "Don't open that one!" She yelled to the other, pressing her back against it. "It's really scary in there!"
"This one is just strange!" Number 5 commented, opening the door she had opened wider. "What is in this boy's head?" The room was filled with statues all of them beheaded and grotesquely disfigured. The walls were painted in red, like blood. "I'm closing this one." She said, slamming the door shut.
"I'm thinking that none of these are the true doors, like he's trying to get us out of his mind." Number 1 thought out loud, stepping forward. The stone he stepped on suddenly sunk into the ground. He looked down, highly confused.
Suddenly the maze began to shift, twisting and turning in front of their sight. The doors warped upward along with the walls. The light also got darker, causing them to squint in the darkness that now consumed everything.
"Number 2 can you get us some light in here?" Number 1 asked into the head gear, not moving an inch until they could get light. "Its pitch black!"
The voice of Number 2 cracked in their ears from the head set. "I'm on it Number 1!" He said and the sound of clicking could be heard. A light suddenly shown from above them. "Is it good?" He asked, worriedly.
"Yes, over and out!" He looked over at the two girls, who were looking around sporadically. "Let's get this over with, were running out of time."
Number 5 looked over at Number 1. "Do you think maybe we could have Number 2 just scan this place and tell us where Number 4 is hiding? It would be way easier than opening all these doors." She concluded, watching him.
"I don't know if it would hurt his mind."
"This is not his mind." Number 3 said suddenly. "He wouldn't have such dark thoughts."
"Number 2! Can you do a scan for us and tell us where Number 4 is?" Number 1's accented voice rang through the stone hallways, loud and clear, even echoing.
Number 2's voice was fuzzy over the headsets but was still there. "I can do that." He said, the clicking sound making its way through the ear sets. "He's trying to get us out of his head! It will take a second." More clicking. "Okay, skip all these doors, they are useless diversions. At the end of this hallway, you will see door, open it. Go now!"
The teens were off and running, through the twisted hallway that seemed to go on forever. As Number 2 had said, it was a useless diversion for all of them, seeing as though the doors disappeared as they passed them, leaving only plain wall. The door was suddenly in their sights, standing like a beacon in the dark storms of night. They rushed through the door, Number 5 first, each of them beginning to pant from the excursion.
"Were here!" Number 1 said, his eyes going wide at what greeted them inside the doorway. The room was filled with staircases, at least fifty of them, going up and some going down and other twirling to nowhere.
"Okay, go to the one at the right!" Number 2's voice cracked over the headgear.
"Which one? There has got to be at least fifty of them in here!"
"The one at the farthest right!"
They were moving once again, going toward the right, trying to find the staircase that would lead them to where they needed to go. Their eyes widened in surprise yet again as they reached the destined staircase. It was the most twisted, most spiraled, most rickety thing they had ever seen in their lives.
"Is this the staircase?" Number 3 asked, walking up to inspect it. She put her foot down atop it and scream as the wood broke through, falling down to the darkness below. She began to tumble with it, too scared to pull her foot up. Number 5 grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back onto the ground.
Number 1 growled deep in his throat. "Stop it Number 4!" He yelled out into the large room, his face getting red with anger. "Are you trying to kill us? Number 3 almost got hurt."
Suddenly, the whole room switched, the staircases melting together almost as if doing a dance. They danced around each other, blending together to make one large staircase made lavishly out of marble, reaching great heights into the sky and also reach great heights downward. Both ways seemed to either take you to the gates of heaven or the pits of hell.
Number 5 looked over the rail of the staircase. "I'm gonna say it again. This place is givin' me the creeps!"
"Where to now, Number 2?" Number 1 asked, mindful of the staircase as they began to make their way up it.
"I wonder why he doesn't want us in here." Number 3 said aloud to the others. "I mean, were only trying to help him."
"Keep going up the stair case until you reach the top level." Number 2's voice rang into their ears. Back in the lab, he continued to type on the plastic keys of the keyboard, watching the screen with interest. He looked over at the four of his comrades; three of them with the helmets on their bodies lying down on the cots. He then looked over at Number 4, looking at the smaller boy; his eyes still closed as if in sleep. The eyes suddenly shot open, the glazed over eyes staring straight ahead into the air. "Oh shit!" Number 2 yelled into the mouthpiece, typing quickly on the computer. "Guys watch out now!"
The three of them sat on the stair case, stopped cause of the sudden warning. "What is it Number 2?"
"Run up the stair case now!"
"What is it?"
"It's a….." And then the voice of Number 2 stopped. As the voice stopped, the lights went out , bathing them in darkness. They were alone. And then it was upon them, the evil that Number 2 had warned them about but could not get through.
