Three months. It had been three months since she'd woken up in this concrete confined... Or at least it felt like three months... She had lost all sense of time. These monotonous walls damp and mold covered, mocking her very existence. She stared at the only light source in the room, a single lightbulb that radiated a warm yellow glow, reminding her if the sun she missed so.
Ambrosia shifts her head pressing it against the cold cement wall, so she's staring at the ceiling, watching water drip from a small crack above her. Her dull emerald eyes following it until it lands on the tip of her noes, before flickering back up to the ceiling awaiting the next drop. Her arms resting on her knees as her pale slender hands fiddling with her golden locket she had taken off her neck. She wore the same cloths she had woken up in; ripped jeans, a black cotten shirt that read, "Once Upon A Time There Was Humanity," and white Converse.
Her oversized navy blue hoodie draped over her legs, keeping them warm. Her right wrist covered in an assortment of bracelets and black hairbands, her left only adorned with one or two. Ambrosia's ebony, fish-tailed, hair rests on her right shoulder.
The familiar crackle of the intercom echoes throughout the small room. "Ambrosia, I have good news!" The metallic voice cries out gleefully. Ambrosia rolls her eyes; she was growing tiresome of him. "But, first breakfast!" He inserts, as a hole appears in the wall, about the size of a school lunch tray, created by a panel of concrete moving sideways. A burlap sack lowers into the room by a Metal wire. Ambrosia had learned the hard way not to grab the wire, or she'd get shocked, badly. The sack falls from the wire, naturally unfolding to reveal a clear container full of mushy gray slop, and a bottle of water.
Ambrosia stands, her back cracking from the movement, hoodie in hand she steps over to the bland food, picking up the container and bottle before sitting back down. "Now what do you say?" Asks her demonic captor. "Go screw yourself." Ambrosia grumbles, topping the lid open and lifting the slip to her lips. The food wasn't disgusting, matter of fact it had no taste whatsoever. The texture, however was lumpy and had the elasticity of a rubber band, not something she enjoyed.
"Well, that's not very nice." It pouts, though you could hear the utter glee in his voice. "Yeah well, kid napping people isn't nice either, yet here I am." Ambrosia huffs, twisting the cap to her water bottle of and guzzling it down.
"I almost forgot!" The strange yet familiar voice hums abruptly. "You're leaving this room today!" It shouts. "Really? I am? To where?" Ambrosia suddenly perks up, she was finally going to leave this hell. "Yes, Yes, you are! You're going to one of my newer inventions! A maze!" It explains, shrieking joyously.
"A maze?" Ambrosia asks in both surprise and suspicion. "A maze of my own design, where you will face off against your worst fears, and if you make it out in the time give, you will be let go, free from these... These confinement." It cackles like a raving madman. Ambrosia's heart starts to beat rapidly, as if on queue a something in heavily packaged object falls from the ceiling where her breakfast had just dropped.
Hesitantly, Ambrosia stands up and scoops up the package, unraveling it to reveal a medium sized bag. She pulls the bag opened and empty the content into her hand. Falling into her palm is an old, rusty, golden pocket-watch. Its glass screen was clouded from water finding its way beneath, unable to escape. Ambrosia had seen many pocket-watches in her days, since her grandfather was a clock cleaner, but this was different, it didn't just tell you the time, it kept it. It was counting down, numbers flicking by every second with a soft 'Tick Tock'.
"You have 72 hours." It says, deadly serious. It's once insane cheerful demeanor gone in a flash, replaced instantly by a chilled grave and humorless tone. With that, the intercom crackles and let's a monotone beep sound, signaling its absence. A rumbling echoes through the room, shaking it so profusely it knocks Ambrosia to her butt and chunks of cement fall to the ground and busting into millions of pieces.
Ambrosia covers her head with her arms, huddling to protect herself. She remembered in school when they would have earthquake drills and would have to get under something and cover your head... Seeing how she had nothing to get under, she stayed where she was, afraid to move.
Suddenly, the shaking stops. After a couple minutes Ambrosia looks up to see a gaping hole in the wall, it was pitch black outside.
"What the...?" Ambrosia mutters, standing up shakily. Slowly, she inches forward, her hand grasping at nothingness.
Hesitantly, Ambrosia steps on foot into the darkness, checking to see if it was save. She places half of her weight onto her extended foot. Safe. All of her weight. Safe.
Slowly, Ambrosia brings her other foot into the darkness, leaning left until she feels a hard surface, the wall of the maze. Her fingers gently graving over what she could only assume is some sort of brick, as they travel along the wall she could feel patches of moss and dampness were water must have dripped.
Reluctantly, Ambrosia takes her first step, sliding her feet against the hard floor, afraid it might drop off at any moment. It doesn't.
Ambrosia grows more confident with every step. She still didn't trust the maze and its maker, but she had to get out of here in 3 days, so she had to move quickly. She could tell that her eyes were slowly suggest to the darkness. It was still dark as hell, but she could just barely see her hands.
Suddenly, a light appears at the end, revealing she was in a long tunnel made out of limestone. Ambrosia could see daylight and grass. She was so happy that she took off in a run, not even think about how easy this was... too easy.
She was so close, just a few more steps.
Her foot hits down on the limestone ground, pressing down, making the stone give out, taking all the surrounding stones with it.
Ambrosia loses her ground, and plummets downwards, a blood curdling scream breaks from her chapped lips, as she falls into darkness.
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A/N: OOOOO!!!! What's going to happen to her?!
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Clock series book1: The Timed Maze
Action"Tick Tock Time has stopped, We're all going to die" The demonic voice calls out as she races through the corridors. Her mind ablaze her eyes wild and her mouth dry. 15 year old Ambrosia Clock lives a normal life until on day she's kidnaped left in...
