Game of the Labyrinth: Rebellion

Chapter 8: Paxton

I opened my eyes, It was sunny again and I felt Oriel curled up next to my chest. I glanced around to see what we had. There was a Small cabinet, the chair that I had been chained to, this pile of rags, and a small bag. I stood up, moving Oriel carefully off my chest. She shifts her position and leans against the wall drifting in and out of consciousness. I walked to the window, which is more like a hole in the wall with the missing glass pane. A blow of warm air brushes my face, blowing my hair out of my eyes. I look down to the entrance of the building. My eyes widen at the sight of five cranks filling in through the main door. My face stings from the burns and cuts on my face as perspiration mixes in my blood.

I rushed to Oriel's side kneeling, I pressed a hand to her shoulder shaking it slightly to wake her. She smiles and her eyes flutter open. "What do I have to wake up for now?" She asks her words laced with delirium. I frowned at this Oriel is always serious even when she's tired she tries her best to stay focused she was way too much out of line. I notice a puncture mark surrounded by bruised flesh, on her shoulder, an injection mark. The game maker gave one to a crank that got in, I remembered the event. The growling and high pitched shrieks that made you shiver. The crank broke down the door of the room we were in breaking it, dust and sand flying everywhere the Gamemaker injected the contorted human being with something of his own invention. It shrivelled to the ground writhing in it's own blood, it died infront of our eyes the gamemaker made an evil smile and knocked me out and dragged me here to the the new room where the next day I saw Oriel again, a face of someone I thought would never meet my eyes again.

"What's wrong?" Oriel's concerned words interrupted my thoughts, my horrible memories.

"You've been injected," I said without hesitation. Her eyes widen and her hand flies to the injection mark. She winced as her calloused fingers brushed the circle of bruised flesh. "We have to leave though, there are cranks in the building I saw them enter not five minutes ago," she nods and winces again as the moves. I moved to help her up but Oriel is stubborn, she waved my hand away. She stood up and tried the door it was locked shut, nothing changed. I looked over at the rags and then the window. I heard shrieks and growling from the window the same ones I heard only a day or two ago. I rush to the rags and start tearing the soiled fabric. Oriel saw what I was doing and followed along ripping strips of the rags. The shrieks and groans of the five cranks got louder and louder we hear footsteps in the hallway. Oriel stands up as I finished tying the last knot in our make shift rope. She took the chair I had been strapped to and position the back rest under the doorknob just incase. I throw the rope down through the window it hovers five florors short.

"Damn it!" I yell Oriel's. Head whips around looking me in the eye. She rushes over to me grabs part of my shirt in her first and pulls me towards her. Before I know it I'm kissing her, she's in my arms. She pulls away and grab the end of the rope ties it to a piece of metal erupting from the wall.

"Hold on tight," was the last thing I heard her say before I wrapped my hands around the rags and she pushed me out the window. I saw the door burst open and cranks rage into the room.