A Murderer's Labyrinth

A Murderer's Labyrinth

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"What the hell?" Oliver says reaching towards his throbbing head. He winces as soon as he touches the open hash in his forehead that's laces with dry blood. He looks around trying to gather his bearings. He's in a cell. It's locked. Upon investigating more, he sees many torture devices. Each one his eyes land on seems to be more terrifying and cruel than the last. Suddenly a door starts to open followed by screaming. A man, perhaps the one who put Oliver in here, is dragging a screaming woman by her hair. That hair, it reminds Oliver of someone. It isn't until her face is tilted up that he can place the owner of the bright, blonde hair.
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This could be it. I quickly start to look around the place before the torture starts. Every piece of information I can get stands out to me as my mind connects the pieces. Brianna also seems jumpy as she watches Raphael get up to look at the farthest door where the other passengers came from. Raphael takes a surprised step back as he looks through the small window again. He slowly turns around and his face is pale as he says, "The other part of the subway is gone." "What?!" A tall man says with wide eyes. "No! That's impossible! We just came from there!" The rest of them nervously look around as Ben gets up to look through the window of the conductor's room. Michelle gets up to see what Raphael keeps seeing and Brianna lets out a nervous pant. "There's no conductor." I stand at this and my blood falls to my feet. Frantic looks go around the place and nervous voices fill our ears along with the scrapping sound of the subway. I turn around to look at the other passengers and my eyes catch the red lights from the moving letters on one part of the roof. I gulp and sweat starts down my neck as I read its bright letters. Welcome back, players.

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