Time Maze

A Whole New Reality

Tyson thought that he would see a Minotaur or an equally disturbing monster upon taking a closer look at the thing that was after them. However, what his eyes beheld terrified him even more in its unfamiliarity.

Most of us are to some level familiar with Greek mythology, even if it's just from the movies and video games, and Tyson wasn't an exception. Encountering a Minotaur would've been terrifying, but at least it would have been something familiar, explainable.

As it was, Tyson caught a glimpse of a giant machine which in its shape resembled the Minotaur. However, unlike the Minotaur, it was clearly made out of metal. Besides, it had lasers coming out of its eyes and different weapons attached to its skeleton.

Even from the hasty glance that Tyson gave the enormous contraption before him, it was clear that it meant him no good. Its intentions were further confirmed as a laser beam shot in the direction of Tyson's light, barely missing him.

Tyson turned off the phone's torch as soon as he could, having in mind how shaky his hands had become, and slid down the hole, not caring if he hurt himself in the process. After all, everything was better than being annihilated by the robotic Minotaur.

Sliding down the gap was simpler than before, and soon enough, Tyson could see Marcus pacing the cramped space, worried about him.

"What took you so long? I thought that thing managed to grab you!" Marcus said, patting his friend on the back, checking for injuries.

"I just wanted to see what we were dealing with. It's easier to make a plan if you know what you are fighting," Tyson said.

"And?" Marcus asked.

"Let's just say it was nothing like what I expected. My brain is still trying to process everything. Give me a moment, and I'll try to explain as much of it as I understand so far," Tyson said.

"Fine," Marcus said.

He proceeded to sit down and hold his head which was clearly in pain.

"How are you doing?" Tyson asked.

"My wound is healed but I have the worst hangover ever, and I only drank one glass of that stuff. I'm never drinking alcohol again," Marcus said emphatically.

Tyson said nothing as he knew very well that his friend was just saying that. Often, after a horrible hangover, Marcus would swear off alcohol only to go back to it the first chance he got. It was an annoying habit of his that had become easy to ignore over time.

"Where is the chick?" Marcus asked after a few moments of silence.

"Huh?" Tyson asked, deep in thought.

"Oh, you mean Sybil? She left," he added.

"How come?" Marcus asked.

"I think she sees helping us as a burden, as something that she can no longer afford," Tyson said.

"Who cares? We don't need anyone. We can take care of ourselves," Marcus said confidently.

It annoyed Tyson that Marcus would say that when all he did since they got themselves into the mess they were in, was make bad decisions and cause trouble. If they were both as careful as Tyson was, they might have stood a chance, but as it was, Tyson worried that Sybil was right to cut her ties with them.

"Did she at least tell you something useful?" Marcus asked.

"She did, but I am still not sure if I understand it completely," Tyson said.

"Come on then. Tell me. I'm sure we can figure it out together," Marcus said with confidence that Tyson didn't share.

"The gist of it is that we seem to be stuck in a Time Maze," Tyson said.