Right, right, right… on through the labyrinth of night. Nick kept reaching forks in the passage, and he kept on heading right. He was no longer at all sure about the information he’d thought he’d read, but he was being methodical. If he ran into a dead end, he could back up and take a left.
As soon as he made that decision, the flickering lights came up on a blank wall yards ahead of him.
“Shit!” he said, then felt stupid when he heard his voice echoing off the walls, then even stupider for feeling stupid when there was nobody to hear him… except for maybe the person he was looking for, and after all, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let her know that daddy was coming?
He was about to try an experimental “Karrie Anne?” when the stupid-feeling caught up with him again. He’d seen her, lying on the pavement in the garage. How could she answer him, when she was out there… and so still, so awfully still. He was a fool, and he knew it… letting that crazy little “witch” convince him to drag a piece of string around a maintenance tunnel–in which he was doubtlessly trespassing–instead of getting his baby girl the help she needed.
Well, no more of that. He turned around and began to head backwards, winding the string up as he went.
He stopped at the first intersection, though. It hit him that the dead end had appeared right when he’d thought about it… just as the intersection had… and he had also thought that he would take the first left, when it happened. Shouldn’t he? Was he supposed to? Anyway, what had he been thinking, going right all this time? This was his Karrie he was chasing after… she hadn’t gone right once in her life. Why would she make things easy on him now?
“Karrie?” he called, a little timidly, down the left fork. Then, louder, “Karrie Anne?”
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wow its so obvious and so veiled in mystery
Lexy, I’m a fan of both MU and Tribe now. I’d say “I love you!” but I’m not sure if you’d truly care. Either way, keep writing. You have exponential potential. I live fore excellent writing. You’re slowly creeping into the ‘fav writer’ portion of my heart. If you’ve ever read anything of Raymond E. Feist, you’d understand my tear in loving two amazing authors. Keep up all of your amazing work. I’ll just have to live with the hop-scotch updates of MU and Tribe.
With all my heart and soul,
Shugs
GO LEFT! GO LEFT! *bounces*
“He looked left. He looked right. He looked left. He thought he remembered reading once that people would most often turn in the direction of the hand they favored, unless they didn’t want to be found… then they’d go the “wrong” way to throw off pursuit. ”
What is this referring to, anyway? I personally have my off hand (imaginary or otherwise) on the wall when exploring an area.
eee! got here from MU, and now am going to go read whatever else you have written that i can find…
that nicky’s being an idiot… he doesn’t need sanity where he’s at, he needs the utter force of will, brought to him by defiance of reality. Maybe cave his head in with a bat, maybe chop parts of him off, shed his body as he stumbles further into the darkness, the darkness which means light, and doesn’t mean anything at all… or maybe he should paint the walls with blood, that might do it – spill his own blood to find one of his own blood.