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Adult +
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22
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6,560
Reviews:
27
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Chapter Twelve: You Take Too Many Things For Granted
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Twelve: You Take Too Many Things For Granted
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery finally gets into the Labyrinth.
Warning(s): Language
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s):
~*~
“There ain’t no door, see?” Mohandas asked. “Only the gate.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Right,” he agreed “is everyone in this place always so literal?”
“You know what your problem is?” the creature asked instead of answering Avery’s question.
“No. What?” Avery was curious. The only problems he had – that he was aware of anyway – were being so afraid of everything and crying too much and, oh yeah, the Goblin King had his sister! For the moment he decided to conveniently forget about having wished her away in the first place.
“You take everything for granted,” Mohandas informed the boy. “That’s what your problem is.”
“Oh, really?” Avery asked. He was no longer really listening. Instead he had moved to stand in front of the gate, studying it. How was he supposed to get into the labyrinth now that he had found the gate? It was two separate pieces, or so he supposed. There were huge hinges on each side of it connecting it to the wall so Avery assumed it opened up somewhere in the middle, like two doors. The only problem was where. The flowers and cavorting faeries – were those two male faeries having sex? – and vines and…all those other things sculpted out of the iron the gate was made of completely covered up the…whatever kind of mechanism it was that made the gate open. There was not even a key hole visible that could possibly lend some kind of explanation to the question. “Um…” he said, not really believing Mohandas could – or would – be of any help but then he did not have anyone else to ask so what did it hurt? “How do I get into the labyrinth?” Surely that was the right question.
“You gets in there,” Mohandas informed him again. He pointed to the gate.
Avery rolled his eyes. “Very clever,” he said. He pondered the gates for a moment longer then shrugged and stepped forward, hands out to push open the heavy iron contraption.
It swung open without any effort what so ever on Avery’s part.
Frightened – but not as badly as he had been earlier when the lights had unexpectedly gone out – Avery stepped close enough to peer beyond the gates but not so close that he could not turn and run if something were to pop out from inside with the express intention of eating him. Really, being eaten was the last thing he wanted at that point. Nothing immediately popped out to eat him so he took another step closer and looked inside. He did not like what he saw. It reminded him of the cellar in his grandparents’ house. It was dark and damp. There were things growing on the walls and something smelled as if it had died several years ago and had been rotting since then. He was not looking forward to going in there.
He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed hard before stepping past the gate and into the labyrinth. Inside was a single passageway, nothing like the twists and turns he had expected. He looked to the left, then to the right. The passageway seemed to go on forever in each direction with no visible openings into other passageways. The floor felt disgusting beneath his feet, a mixture of dirty, damp stones, lichen, and debris from who knew what. The walls – the two of them that Avery could see anyway – were also damp and lichen covered. In some places little trickles of water ran down them and they were so high that the sky above was only a thin blue line, even less than he could see between the tall buildings when he went to New York with his mother and her boyfriend.
Mohandas’ leaned through the gate behind Avery. He cackled cruelly. “Cozy, ain’t it?” he asked.
Avery only shuddered. Cozy was the last thing it was. He would rather be home in bed. Now that was cozy. “Not entirely, no,” he replied.
“You really going in there, are you?” the hunched back little dwarf asked distastefully, as if he who had, presumably, lived in or around the labyrinth his entire life found the enormous maze just as unpleasant as Avery did.
“I…” Avery said hesitantly. “I…guess…Yes,” he said suddenly gathering what small bit of courage he had. “I’m afraid I have to. I…suppose I…must.” Not that he actually wanted to.
“Well, then,” Mohandas said in a tone that implied that he could hardly care less. “Now which way would you go, huh? Left or right?”
Avery looked to the left. The walls were made of badly put together brown stone with things growing on it. The floor was made of badly put together brown stone, again with things growing on it. It was littered with sticks and dead tree branches. Where they had come from Avery had no idea. There were no trees to be seen. The corridor to the left seemed to extend on into infinity. He looked toward the right. The floor was made of badly put together brown stone with things growing on it. The walls were made of badly put together brown stone, again with things growing on them. It was littered with sticks and dead tree branches and, like the left corridor, the walls were so high they nearly blocked out the sky and it seemed to extend on into infinity. Avery frowned. “They both look the same.”
Mohandas laughed unkindly again. “Shows what you know then, don’t it?” he asked. “You aren’t going to get very far in this place.”
Avery whirled around to glare at the offensive little dwarf. He was tired of being insulted. “All right, then,” he said angrily. “Which way would you go?”
The little man did not appear to notice his ire. “Me?” he asked incredulously as if the idea of him trying to solve the labyrinth were preposterous. “I wouldn’t go either way.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Well some help you are.” His feet were getting cold on the stones of the ground.
“Bah!” Mohandas waved Avery away, glaring.
“Well,” the boy snapped, “if that’s all the help you’re going to be you can just leave.”
“You know your problem?” Mohandas asked for the second time.
“Oh, what is it now?” Avery asked, distracted from his perusal of the seemingly endless passageway again.
“You take too many things for granted. Even if you get to the center of the labyrinth, you’ll never get out again.” Because the boy might not know it but one way or the other he was stuck here now. He could end the curse and become King Fabian’s betrothed or be turned to stone like so many other boys had been over the last 400 years but either way he would not be leaving.
“That’s just your opinion.” Avery decided to try the right side passageway. “Thanks for nothing, Mahatma.”
“Oh, it’s Mohandas! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!” He turned and stomped out past the gates.
Avery started down the corridor to his right. He had only gone a few steps when the gate slammed shut behind him. He was alone in the labyrinth.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery finally gets into the Labyrinth.
Warning(s): Language
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s):
~*~
“There ain’t no door, see?” Mohandas asked. “Only the gate.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Right,” he agreed “is everyone in this place always so literal?”
“You know what your problem is?” the creature asked instead of answering Avery’s question.
“No. What?” Avery was curious. The only problems he had – that he was aware of anyway – were being so afraid of everything and crying too much and, oh yeah, the Goblin King had his sister! For the moment he decided to conveniently forget about having wished her away in the first place.
“You take everything for granted,” Mohandas informed the boy. “That’s what your problem is.”
“Oh, really?” Avery asked. He was no longer really listening. Instead he had moved to stand in front of the gate, studying it. How was he supposed to get into the labyrinth now that he had found the gate? It was two separate pieces, or so he supposed. There were huge hinges on each side of it connecting it to the wall so Avery assumed it opened up somewhere in the middle, like two doors. The only problem was where. The flowers and cavorting faeries – were those two male faeries having sex? – and vines and…all those other things sculpted out of the iron the gate was made of completely covered up the…whatever kind of mechanism it was that made the gate open. There was not even a key hole visible that could possibly lend some kind of explanation to the question. “Um…” he said, not really believing Mohandas could – or would – be of any help but then he did not have anyone else to ask so what did it hurt? “How do I get into the labyrinth?” Surely that was the right question.
“You gets in there,” Mohandas informed him again. He pointed to the gate.
Avery rolled his eyes. “Very clever,” he said. He pondered the gates for a moment longer then shrugged and stepped forward, hands out to push open the heavy iron contraption.
It swung open without any effort what so ever on Avery’s part.
Frightened – but not as badly as he had been earlier when the lights had unexpectedly gone out – Avery stepped close enough to peer beyond the gates but not so close that he could not turn and run if something were to pop out from inside with the express intention of eating him. Really, being eaten was the last thing he wanted at that point. Nothing immediately popped out to eat him so he took another step closer and looked inside. He did not like what he saw. It reminded him of the cellar in his grandparents’ house. It was dark and damp. There were things growing on the walls and something smelled as if it had died several years ago and had been rotting since then. He was not looking forward to going in there.
He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed hard before stepping past the gate and into the labyrinth. Inside was a single passageway, nothing like the twists and turns he had expected. He looked to the left, then to the right. The passageway seemed to go on forever in each direction with no visible openings into other passageways. The floor felt disgusting beneath his feet, a mixture of dirty, damp stones, lichen, and debris from who knew what. The walls – the two of them that Avery could see anyway – were also damp and lichen covered. In some places little trickles of water ran down them and they were so high that the sky above was only a thin blue line, even less than he could see between the tall buildings when he went to New York with his mother and her boyfriend.
Mohandas’ leaned through the gate behind Avery. He cackled cruelly. “Cozy, ain’t it?” he asked.
Avery only shuddered. Cozy was the last thing it was. He would rather be home in bed. Now that was cozy. “Not entirely, no,” he replied.
“You really going in there, are you?” the hunched back little dwarf asked distastefully, as if he who had, presumably, lived in or around the labyrinth his entire life found the enormous maze just as unpleasant as Avery did.
“I…” Avery said hesitantly. “I…guess…Yes,” he said suddenly gathering what small bit of courage he had. “I’m afraid I have to. I…suppose I…must.” Not that he actually wanted to.
“Well, then,” Mohandas said in a tone that implied that he could hardly care less. “Now which way would you go, huh? Left or right?”
Avery looked to the left. The walls were made of badly put together brown stone with things growing on it. The floor was made of badly put together brown stone, again with things growing on it. It was littered with sticks and dead tree branches. Where they had come from Avery had no idea. There were no trees to be seen. The corridor to the left seemed to extend on into infinity. He looked toward the right. The floor was made of badly put together brown stone with things growing on it. The walls were made of badly put together brown stone, again with things growing on them. It was littered with sticks and dead tree branches and, like the left corridor, the walls were so high they nearly blocked out the sky and it seemed to extend on into infinity. Avery frowned. “They both look the same.”
Mohandas laughed unkindly again. “Shows what you know then, don’t it?” he asked. “You aren’t going to get very far in this place.”
Avery whirled around to glare at the offensive little dwarf. He was tired of being insulted. “All right, then,” he said angrily. “Which way would you go?”
The little man did not appear to notice his ire. “Me?” he asked incredulously as if the idea of him trying to solve the labyrinth were preposterous. “I wouldn’t go either way.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Well some help you are.” His feet were getting cold on the stones of the ground.
“Bah!” Mohandas waved Avery away, glaring.
“Well,” the boy snapped, “if that’s all the help you’re going to be you can just leave.”
“You know your problem?” Mohandas asked for the second time.
“Oh, what is it now?” Avery asked, distracted from his perusal of the seemingly endless passageway again.
“You take too many things for granted. Even if you get to the center of the labyrinth, you’ll never get out again.” Because the boy might not know it but one way or the other he was stuck here now. He could end the curse and become King Fabian’s betrothed or be turned to stone like so many other boys had been over the last 400 years but either way he would not be leaving.
“That’s just your opinion.” Avery decided to try the right side passageway. “Thanks for nothing, Mahatma.”
“Oh, it’s Mohandas! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!” He turned and stomped out past the gates.
Avery started down the corridor to his right. He had only gone a few steps when the gate slammed shut behind him. He was alone in the labyrinth.