Daedalus

A Rather Rude Awakening

Icarus is flying too close to the sun,

And Icarus' life it has only just begun.

And this is how it feels to take a fall,

And Icarus is flying towards an early grave
-Icarus, Bastille

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The first thing the girl notices is the fact that she has a nose full of flour. The second thing is that she needs to sneeze. Badly. She quickly turns away from the spillage of white powder and manages to clear her airways without disturbing what remains of the cooking ingredient, and stares at the cold grey walls that hold her captive. The box (because it has to be a box of some sort) lurches violently and the girl wonders how she didn't notice that it was moving before. Metal pulleys creaked and groaned somewhere in the distance, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when an angry snort rang out behind her. The girl chuckled when she realised it was just a pig. A pig...the first thing that pops into her blank mind is a completely useless piece of information about an animal. It was obvious that she was either a) an idiot, or b) someone who really needed to get her head out of the clouds because she was in a box going to who knows where and oh god what if there was something bad at the end of this journey?! Something knotted in her stomach as she stared uneasily at the roof. It may have been the arrogant side of her talking, but she got the feeling that she wasn't often wrong. Great, she thought bitterly, the second bit of information she had gathered was just as irrelevant as the last.

Not seeing the point in sitting around doing nothing, she stood up and began to investigate her surroundings. Besides, if there really was something that wanted to hurt her on the other side of wherever the hell she was going, there might be something she could use to defend herself. (That was highly unlikely, now that she thought about it. Who would put so much effort into killing a teenage girl?) She decided to continue searching anyway, which was easier said than done. The lift (?) flew past a light every five to ten seconds, but in between it was pitch black, which made seeing almost impossible. And she wasn't going to use touch alone to get around-too risky.

So she flopped down again-slap bang in the middle of the flour. She cursed her stupidity and began brushing her shorts off, barely noticing the brakes deploying and the very obviously male voices drawing nearer.

"I bet he's gonna klunk his pants!"

"That's what you said about the last one, shuck face!"

"Hey! Back off slintheads! I want to see!" Klunk? Shuck? Slint? She had no knowledge of words like those existing! Who the hell was out there?

The doors above her were pulled open and everything was so loud and it was so bright and-someone had grabbed her arm and was leading her away.

Maybe he was gripping her too tightly, or maybe she was just paranoid, but she really didn't like the way things seemed to be going and would later blame disorientation on what happened next.

She spun the teen (why did he look so young? Why did they all look so young?) away from her and kneed him where she knew it would really hurt; shoved her way past the people at the edge of the crowd and began to sprint as though her life depended on it.

She was running and she was flying and she was nearly free the door is right there run-

A mess of blonde hair and long limbs ploughed into her from the side, forcing her to the ground and sending her skidding across long blades of grass and rocky ground (the t-shirt she was wearing didn't offer much protection for her back. Or for anything else really.)