Heart Of Ice
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
6,561
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Thirteen: The Endless Passageway
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Thirteen: The Endless Passageway
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: In which Avery is left alone in the labyrinth and comes to the conclusion that the first passageway is endless.
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): If I don’t start getting reviews on the damn thing I’m going to assume that no one likes it and it will be discontinued. Sorry.
~*~
“Well,” Avery said much more confidently than he felt. “I wasn’t leaving anyway.” He glared at the offending gate and, with a deep breath, turned and faced the right side of the passageway again. He would go that way. Avery sat off along the passageway again.
A clump of brown slimy lichen opened its eyes and watched him go. When the boy had passed the lichen’s eyestalks looked at one another. If vegetation had had heads, the lichen would have shook its collective one. There went another of those nice boys the king lured into his labyrinth. He would never pass this way again.
After a while Avery began to wish he had had time to get his watch as well as his shoes. He had no idea how long he had been walking or what time it was, only that it seemed like forever that he had been picking his way between debris and rubble down the same corridor he had started down when leaving the gate. The walls still towered over him, continuing on in an uninterrupted line for as far as he could see. But he kept going, hoping to find another passage branching off of this one. That was, after all, the whole purpose of a labyrinth. Another little while passed and his surroundings still looked the same. “All right,” Avery said finally to himself or anyone else who happened to be listening. “Another hundred steps and then I’ll turn around and try the other way.”
“One,” he began counting.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five…
…Ninety six.
Ninety seven.
Ninety eight.
Ninety nine.
One hundred.
The passage was apparently endless. It still looked the same: same towering walls all but blocking out the sky, same rubble and debris on the floor, same uninterrupted walls that seemed to go on forever without the interruption of another passageway. And yet, he did not want to turn around and go back the other way because he had a suspicion that had he gone left instead of right he would have found the same thing. He started to run, no longer paying attention to what his feet were falling on. Twigs cracked, pebbles jabbed at the soles of his bare feet, and he fell.
Avery caught himself on his hands and knees. His hands were scraped from landing on the stones and his favorite pants were torn. He pushed himself into a sitting position and whimpered as tears began to roll down his cheeks. This time he did not even try to stop them. “What did he mean by ‘labyrinth’?” he asked between the tiny sobs that were coming now. “There aren’t any turns or any corners or openings or anything.” Avery wiped the back of his hand across his face. “It just goes on and on,” he whispered forlornly.
He gave up and let himself cry openly for several minutes and when he was done he felt better than he had since stepping into the labyrinth. And he remembered what Mohandas had said just outside the gate.
”You know what your problem is? You take too many things for granted.”
“But maybe it doesn’t go on forever,” he said, still sitting on the stones. “Maybe I’m just taking it for granted that it does.” It made sense, in a strange way, but then everything in this place was strange so maybe it was not so strange in the usual order of the labyrinth. “But it could go on forever and I haven’t got forever.” He wished he knew how much time he did have. It was not fair.
He climbed to his feet again and set off in the same direction. “It doesn’t go on forever,” he told himself. “It doesn’t go on forever, it doesn’t go on forever, it doesn’t go on forever.” The words became a sort of song. “It doesn’t go on forever. But it sure seems like it does. It’s only forever, not long at all.”
This was so not working.
The walls still stretched ahead of him without change or end or break or…or anything. He screamed and pounded his fists on the wall. It did nothing except make his hands hurt. Avery squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. Hoping to see something different – a door, an archway, a creature, a person, a corner…his own bedroom, please – he opened his eyes again.
And was met with the same sight: two walls and a passageway between the two.
He kicked the wall and whimpered when his bare toes came into contact with it. Then he slid down to sit on the stones again. It was official. He would never find Jilly and when he got home he would either be grounded for life or murdered by his own father and that woman. “It’s not fair!” he shouted.
A moment later he heard a small rustling sound from beside him. And then a small voice asked cheerily, “’Allo?”
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: In which Avery is left alone in the labyrinth and comes to the conclusion that the first passageway is endless.
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): If I don’t start getting reviews on the damn thing I’m going to assume that no one likes it and it will be discontinued. Sorry.
~*~
“Well,” Avery said much more confidently than he felt. “I wasn’t leaving anyway.” He glared at the offending gate and, with a deep breath, turned and faced the right side of the passageway again. He would go that way. Avery sat off along the passageway again.
A clump of brown slimy lichen opened its eyes and watched him go. When the boy had passed the lichen’s eyestalks looked at one another. If vegetation had had heads, the lichen would have shook its collective one. There went another of those nice boys the king lured into his labyrinth. He would never pass this way again.
After a while Avery began to wish he had had time to get his watch as well as his shoes. He had no idea how long he had been walking or what time it was, only that it seemed like forever that he had been picking his way between debris and rubble down the same corridor he had started down when leaving the gate. The walls still towered over him, continuing on in an uninterrupted line for as far as he could see. But he kept going, hoping to find another passage branching off of this one. That was, after all, the whole purpose of a labyrinth. Another little while passed and his surroundings still looked the same. “All right,” Avery said finally to himself or anyone else who happened to be listening. “Another hundred steps and then I’ll turn around and try the other way.”
“One,” he began counting.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five…
…Ninety six.
Ninety seven.
Ninety eight.
Ninety nine.
One hundred.
The passage was apparently endless. It still looked the same: same towering walls all but blocking out the sky, same rubble and debris on the floor, same uninterrupted walls that seemed to go on forever without the interruption of another passageway. And yet, he did not want to turn around and go back the other way because he had a suspicion that had he gone left instead of right he would have found the same thing. He started to run, no longer paying attention to what his feet were falling on. Twigs cracked, pebbles jabbed at the soles of his bare feet, and he fell.
Avery caught himself on his hands and knees. His hands were scraped from landing on the stones and his favorite pants were torn. He pushed himself into a sitting position and whimpered as tears began to roll down his cheeks. This time he did not even try to stop them. “What did he mean by ‘labyrinth’?” he asked between the tiny sobs that were coming now. “There aren’t any turns or any corners or openings or anything.” Avery wiped the back of his hand across his face. “It just goes on and on,” he whispered forlornly.
He gave up and let himself cry openly for several minutes and when he was done he felt better than he had since stepping into the labyrinth. And he remembered what Mohandas had said just outside the gate.
”You know what your problem is? You take too many things for granted.”
“But maybe it doesn’t go on forever,” he said, still sitting on the stones. “Maybe I’m just taking it for granted that it does.” It made sense, in a strange way, but then everything in this place was strange so maybe it was not so strange in the usual order of the labyrinth. “But it could go on forever and I haven’t got forever.” He wished he knew how much time he did have. It was not fair.
He climbed to his feet again and set off in the same direction. “It doesn’t go on forever,” he told himself. “It doesn’t go on forever, it doesn’t go on forever, it doesn’t go on forever.” The words became a sort of song. “It doesn’t go on forever. But it sure seems like it does. It’s only forever, not long at all.”
This was so not working.
The walls still stretched ahead of him without change or end or break or…or anything. He screamed and pounded his fists on the wall. It did nothing except make his hands hurt. Avery squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. Hoping to see something different – a door, an archway, a creature, a person, a corner…his own bedroom, please – he opened his eyes again.
And was met with the same sight: two walls and a passageway between the two.
He kicked the wall and whimpered when his bare toes came into contact with it. Then he slid down to sit on the stones again. It was official. He would never find Jilly and when he got home he would either be grounded for life or murdered by his own father and that woman. “It’s not fair!” he shouted.
A moment later he heard a small rustling sound from beside him. And then a small voice asked cheerily, “’Allo?”