“Rats!” I shouted.
“Hey! No need to be mad at me.” Colin said.
“No, I’m not. I mean actual rats. There are so many rats here.” I said while rolling my eyes for the hundredth time today. Colin just knows how to get in my nerves. Well, what do I expect in this dark and cold tunnel? Bunnies? I just hope we’re on the right path. I can’t waste more time.
“Here! I see the trap door above us. Help me up, Colin!” I commanded. It was old wood so it opened easily. It was dark and I had to pull Colin up first before starting the light. As I circled the flashlight around, I think we are in an old and unused wine cellar. It is full of dust and cobwebs. Is this a mansion or what? “Let’s keep moving, Liv.”
I followed Colin up the stone stairs into another door. He opened it and I saw beautiful dancing lights. Dancing reds, blues, greens, and other hues before my eyes. The scene was so pretty. I was momentarily mesmerized. It was so surreal. I’ve never felt so at peace as at this moment with the dancing lights. Mosaic windows are hauntingly beautiful. But I know this calmness is a ruse. I need to shake it off and keep vigilant. “Colin, where are we?” I asked him.
“I think this the closed old Church of St. Paul,” he answered. Why here? Why did he lead us here? I can feel the hairs on my arms raising. Dread in my guts, like I’m free falling. I know he’s here and near. What does he truly want? Am I ready to face him? As if Colin knew I’m letting fear get the best of me, he held my hand. And just like that, I felt comforted and stronger than before. “Colin, I…” I whispered.
“There’s no point delaying the inevitable, right?” said the voice in the dark. Who’s there? That sounds so familiar. He sounds like someone I know. As he stepped into the light, I saw his hard, cold, blue eyes. “Aiden…” Colin uttered. “So, it was you all along,” he continued.
How could I be so stupid? All the clues clearly point to him! The answers to my questions were right before my eyes all along. But, yes, how can I forget. He’s who they call the Labyrinth Master. Of course, he can deceive anyone of us easily! “How dare you! I trusted you!” I shouted at him. I can feel the rising rage inside of me. I quickly pull out the gun I stole before we left Colin’s house and pointed it at Aiden. How dare him! With shaking hands, I’m itching to pull the trigger and put an end on all of this at once.
“Temper, temper, Ms. Astair. Should you really be pointing that gun at me now?” Aiden said with a smirk. He knew that I knew, the bastard! I put down the gun and looked at him with hatred and disgust. “What do you want?” I asked. I don’t want this any longer. Aiden walked closer to us and said “You know what I want. Give it to me. Now!”
“How can I be sure that when I give it to you that you will bring Marnie back to us? You dirty lying bastard!” I spat. His eyes tell me that he’s getting annoyed with all this talk, that’s good. I need to rattle him more. “You manipulative jerk! Your second-rated powers will never amount to anything next to mine! Tell us where Marnie is!” I shouted. I know my shouting unnerves him. I can get the upper hand in this situation, I just need to focus.
The ground started shaking and small debris are starting to fall. The windows are making a sound as they quiver. I see the fear in Aiden’s eyes. “Stop it! I know what you’re doing!” he shouted.
Damn it, I thought I had him. But that was weak for the Labyrinth Master, I know. I was just testing the waters, now I know. I know I still need a lot of work but I’m confident with what Aunt Lydia taught me these previous months. I know I can defeat Aiden and bring Marnie back. I will defeat this scum! “Oh, Liv. So, this is how you want to play? Then let’s play.” he said. With the snap of his finger, I felt like we’re falling into a very, very deep pit. I landed with my butt and I felt a bit disoriented. Where are we? Where’s Colin? Why can’t I see him? What the fuck are we doing here?
I stood up and looked around. Where am I?
“Welcome Liv,” I heard Aiden’s voice but I couldn’t see him anywhere. “Welcome to my Labyrinth.”
Oh, so we’re playing the game just like what Aunt Lydia warned. Get ready, Aiden! You may be the Game Master but I’m the Master Creator. I create games, I don’t play them. Bring it on, bastard!