The wind blew intensely through his long black hair as he ran through the maze, one wrong turn and he'd be as good as dead. He periodically checked his hands for the map of the escape route, but couldn't see much from the tremors of his running. Another strong gust of wind came and blew the map from his hand, but he didn't have the time to retrieve it, he'd have to find his own way out. Behind him, the strong footsteps the shadowy figure following him grew more and more audible as he neared what he thought was the last turn until the exit. He looked behind him to see how close the thing was getting, but took a wrong turn in the process. Still distracted by trying to catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure, he ran into the wall of the maze and fell limp to the floor. The shadow of the figure above him blocked his sight, giving him a poor view of the thing.
"It's been a long time, McBriare," The dark voice of the figure boomed.
"Indeed it has, old friend" He replied
"Don't you remember my rule, McBriare? Always address me by my name when you speak to me,"
"Would if I could, mate, but your name is cursed,"
"Ah, so indeed it is, but that's not why I'm here,"
"Then why have you come?"
"I have tracked you to this location regarding the 'resistance' you have started,"
"I don't believe that the resistance is any of your business, nor the business of anyone in the Vortex Coalition,"
"Oh my, McBriare, has it really been that long since last we met?"
"Eight hundred and two years, mate,"
"McBriare, old friend, I no longer work for the Vortex Coalition,"
"You don't?"
"No, I now work for The Galactic Federation. I am the head bounty hunter, and you, McBriare, have a 99,999,999,999β bounty on your head for treason and anarchism,"
"Is that what they're calling it these days? Seems a little over the top to me,"
"When will you learn, old friend, Gramby is dead and we rule the lands,"
The bounty hunter threw a glass vile on the ground that manifested itself into a wormhole to another realm.
"Hey, Xarathoth, wait..." McBriare was cut off, he had frozen in place, unable to move or speak, for he had said the cursed name.
"Oh, Mac, you just had to say it. Well consider yourself lucky, old friend, had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you," Xarathoth uttered as he kicked McBriare's paralyzed body towards the wormhole.
"Good luck in the middle of nowhere," Xarathoth said, pushing McBriare into the wormhole. The hole closed in on itself as to not allow McBriare to escape.
"Good luck, McBriare Grimm," Xarathoth muttered as he left the area.
