Blueflame 2, as I'll call it, isn't my only story. This was inspired by Doctor Who, so you Whovians out there rejoice.
"Where are we?"
Mia's question lingers in the cold, breezy air. To say the truth, it doesn't matter where we are, but where that... thing went.
The sounds of the footsteps are the cold, cruel reminders that we're still inside. The breeze toys with us, trying to make us think we've escaped.
Mia's expression describes our situation.
"I'm in a labrynth," I say to myself.
"And I'm afraid."
We've only been here for an hour, but the thought doesn't leave our heads.
Every labrynth has it's minotaur.
Why we even talked to him, why I let Mia - who, mind you, I've had a crush on since grade 7 - into this mess.
And now we're going to die.
My lantern's our only light as we navigate the endless maze this creature has stuck us in. My breath shows in the air.
And fear surrounds us, accompanied by mystery, and taunts us.
We haven't had food in hours.
My black hair is in my eyes frequently. Mia's problem is similar, her bangs, brown, cover one eye and threaten to do the same to the other.
Our situation is hopeless, but we keep moving, the vast room entrapping us for eternity.
I can hear Mia breathing. It's large breaths. We're both very tired.
I keep hanging on to the distant hope of freedom, and try to get Mia doing so as well. Just one foot, then the other.
Over and over.
The paths constantly cross, and my fears deepen.
Well, there's part one. I tried being descriptive, so I hope it worked. Other details arrive as we progress.