The Labyrinth Comes to Kill

"And you know I hate haunted houses, so why do you continue to harass me about it?"
"You have to get over your fear of them sometime in your life. Besides, Jack and his friends are coming!" She explains.
"Oh so I should go to look like a coward in front of your brother AND his friends! Brilliant."
Now it's my turn to roll my eyes as I slam my locker door and spin on my heel to face her.
"Actually," she starts, grinning, "We'll stick you in the middle of the line so you'll be the last to die."

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3. We aren't murderers

Breathing heavily, we rest.

The room we are taking refuge in must have been the locker room in its other life, and is very cramped. I reach to the back of my head, feeling the ends of where a section of my hair was sliced off. Carter stands across from me, still cradling his arm, his face drained of any colour. Jack and Mel are sitting on a bench while Jack attempts to calm his baby sister down.  Ashton paces by the door. Many moments pass before any of us speak.

“Let me see,” I beat Ashton saying it to Carter after we both regain our wits. Both of us are certified in first aid. Ashton instead begins to search the lockers for a torch while I inspect Carter’s arm. The slice is deep and will most likely need a couple of stitches.

“Well, lucky for us I found a torch. Classic horror movie stuff going on right now. Watch the batteries be almost dead,” Ashton mumbles while shining the light on Carter’s arm.

“Really? Right now you make that joke!?” Mel questions with a look of disgust.

“Ashton, take off your undershirt,” I say ignoring Mel and Ashton’s quabble.

“Why me?”

“You’re the only one I think washes their clothes after they wear them out of you, Carter and Jack.”

“Hey!” is all Jack says for his half-hearted defense. Carter is too preoccupied to say anything.

Ashton does as I ask and he takes off his shirts. He hands me his undershirt and I quickly turn it into bandages. As I wrap Carter’s arm, Jack attempts to figure out what is happening. I stay quite, happy for having something to take my mind off of what happened, even though my hands continue to shake vigorously.

“These people, they are really trying to kill us,” Jack starts before Mel cuts him off with,

No, really!?”

“I was getting there Mel! I was going to say we are going to need a plan to escape!”

“We don’t even know this place! What if something happens, there goes our plan!”

“Then what do you suggest, Melanie!”

As Mel was about to say something, a piece of sharp metal splits the middle of the wooden door in half. The five of us scramble away from the door. My adrenaline begins pumping at full force, leaving me with temporary confidence.

“Hide!” I whisper as I usher the others to hide behind random objects.

“Ken come-” Ashton begins to say before the door gives away. I duck behind the door as it abruptly slams open. I watch as the blob, now holding a fireman's axe, swaggers in. My whole body trembles with anxiety. I focus on my breathing- in and out, in and out. The door recedes slightly, allowing me to see Ashton’s and Jack’s hiding places, both of whom peak out to see the excitement. The mass takes very slow, nonchalant steps towards the centre of the room. It’s just a  matter of time before he sees any of us...

My eyes avert themselves away from the figure and find Ashton. Even in the dark I could see the absolute terror in his eyes.

That’s not okay with me.

The temporary confidence rushing through my veins forces me to crouch and moves my legs for me until I am behind the mysterious man, my left arm outstretched mere inches away from his knee. It’s now or never, I think to myself. I punch the back of his knee is as I clutch his ankle in my right hand and yank him backwards. With a grunt his leg gives way as he whips his body around. I however am already dragging my knee up to discontinue any further use of his family jewels. He bends over in pain and drops his axe. Carter runs out from his hiding spot, grabs the handle of the axe off the floor, and pushes the man back against the wall with the same wooden handle, pressing it firmly against his neck. Moments later the, now unconscious, figure falls to the floor with a thud. Carter throws the axe down, stumbling backwards in shock. He grabs his arm to check for rips in his bandage while Ashton steps in to check the man’s pulse.

“Who cares if he’s dead! He tried to kill us!” Mel complains.

Ashton stands up and gets into Mel’s face.

“We aren’t murders.” Her face became red in crippling shame. Ashton walks over and embraces me.

“You are completely and utterly insane,” he mumbles into my hair.

“You’re welcome,” I whisper into his chest. Jack and Mel run over to console Carter.

We all take a seat and focus on our breathing to calm ourselves down. I for one just want my body to stop shaking. Ashton rubs my back soothingly while Jack and Mel continue to try to get Carter to relax.

“We should get going before he wakes up,” Jack encourages us after Carter finally gives in and calms down to a functionable level. We all stand up ready to face the next horror when the loudspeaker thunders.

“What an excellent idea Jack. Stage two should be starting soon.”

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