Lost (Book Five of the Melody Series)

The Labyrinth

Melody's POV

Everything was blurry as I opened my eyes. My head swam. I felt shaky.

Where was I? Certainly not in the TARDIS. It was too...empty. Slowly, I lifted up my head.

I was in a corridor. It stretched as far as my eye could make out-which wasn't far, as it was dark- with other corridors branching off it. They were all made of weathered stone. Tilting my head upwards-wincing as I did so-I could see a dark, cloudy sky above me. I was outside, and it was night. As I pushed myself to my feet, I heard a loud voice. "Welcome, Melody Jane Piper! Welcome to the Labyrinth! Here, you must find your way out of the Labyrinth, before time runs out. How long? Until you run out of materials and die, that's how long! Timer starts...now." 

I spotted a backpack near my feet and lifted it onto my back. This must be the materials. "That's something," I muttered.

I reached in my pocket for my laser light, only to remember I had lost it. Silently cursing, I started forward.

After a while, I hit a fork in the corridor. I could hear voices, whispering, hissing voices, down the left corridor. I decided I didn't want to go down there, and turned right. The whispering voices reminded me of the 'dead' that the microchip in my brain had made me hear.

Suddenly, my foot hit against something hard. Wincing, I bent down and picked it up. It was a decent-sized bronze ball. It only took a second to realize this came off a Dalek. Straightening up, I saw nothing but black. I slung my backpack off my back and searched in it for something to use as a weapon. I found a couple blankets, a pillow, several water bottles, packages of beef jerky and dried fruit, but nothing to use as a weapon. Sighing, I shoved everything back into the bag, taking a small handful of dates to eat. Eating them slowly, I headed forward, walking slowly. I could've turned into a cat, but that would've meant leaving the backpack behind, and it wasn't something I was eager to do. So I walked forward, almost silent, when I saw them. Or rather, heard them.

"We are not tools of torture," I heard a Dalek say.

"No, we are not. But she is a were-cat-Time Lord hybrid, and tool or not, she must be exterminated," another Dalek said. I pressed my back against the wall, or tried to-but I fell backwards. Throwing my arms out, I found out there was a hole in the wall, and I had fallen through it. Slowly, I brought my feet backwards, so that I was standing up right. I turned around and tested the ground behind the hole with my foot. Finding there was some, I walked forward, peering down each direction. As usual, I couldn't see, but I could hear. One direction, it sounded like splashing water. With horror, I realized this maze was built on my fears.

I decided to head towards the water. There, I knew what was down there. I slowly smiled to myself. This maze was becoming even more like the maze in Tim Burton's Labyrinth, only I wasn't trying to save someone. I was trying to save myself. And there weren't any goblins around to help me. I put a hand on the wall, so that I knew when it branched off.

Emily's POV

I groaned as I sat up, placing a hand on my forehead. I felt sick, like I was going to puke. It was dark, but I could see I was in some stone hallway of some sort. The minute I stood up, a speaker overhead boomed, "Welcome, Emily Katherine June! Welcome to the Labyrinth! Here, you must find your way out of the Labyrinth before time runs out. How long? Until you run out of materials and die, that's how long! Timer starts...now."

"Great," I said, grabbing the backpack that was near my feet. "Whoopie-do-dah. This is the best...night ever."

I decided to turn down one of the hallways branching off. After a while, I broke into a run. I wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible. After a while, though, it seemed as if the walls were closing in on me. I put out my hands and with a panic, I realized they were. I looked up and realized a stone ceiling was on top of me, and was slowly squeezing me in. My breathing was quickening as I slammed my hands against the walls, the ceiling. I was claustrophobic, and I was stuck in a stone box without any opening. I started screaming. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Please..."