Author's Note: Yep, this is the chapter a bunch of you got excited about when I mentioned that I had the idea for it: the Saw/Labyrinth parody chapter. I managed to write the first part of it today, so I figured I should put this up now, rather than make you all wait until tomorrow when I finish my final. Enjoy! Oh, and the "labyrinth" is from MTS2, by Canadibrit.


Angela staggered back from the bathroom, wiping her mouth. Her pallid face was framed by sloppily tied braids, functioning more to keep her hair from being vomited on than to look fashionable. She collapsed onto her bed with a groan and pulled the blanket tightly around her, forming a cocoon of warm cotton.

“Just kill me,” she muttered.


In the living room, her mother wrung her hands nervously. “She’s been sick for the past few days, Jill,” she remarked. “I think I should take her to the doctor.”

“There’s been a virus going around,” Jill replied. “I’m sure that’s all it is, sweetie. Remember, I had a stomach bug last week. She probably got it from me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I’m still so worried about her.”

“You wouldn’t be much of a mother if you weren’t concerned,” Jill replied, “but don’t get too stressed; stress leads to a higher risk of illness. You can’t afford being sick the day of your big presentation.”

Back in the bedroom, Angela shivered, her body in agony from the fever. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off, her feverish mind clouded with vague hallucinations…



Ophelia stared at her fellow Clique News Crash members in horror. For the past half-hour, they had been arguing about the topic for the next show.

“Sports!”

“Books!”

“Fashion!”

“Who wants to hear about fashion?”

“Well, who wants to hear about stinky, smelly jocks?”

“All of this fighting can easily be resolved, you know. Just do a show about books.”

“Nerd.”

“Airhead.”

“Guys!” Ophelia screamed, unable to take anymore. Everyone grew silent and stared at her. She stared back at the group and unleashed her wrath. “I am sick of all this fighting! Seriously, you all make this show more troublesome than it’s worth!” She rose and stormed over to the door of the classroom. “I swear, I wish I didn’t have to deal with any of you. I wish you all could see why you’re all such total failures!” With that, she stormed out of the room and into the hall, slamming the door shut.

She stood there, quietly listening to her breath gradually slow down. As she did so, she realized what a spectacle she’d made of herself.

Maybe I was kind of harsh back there, she thought guiltily. I should go in and apologize.

With a sigh, she opened the door. “Guys,” she began, walking into the classroom, “I want to…”

She trailed off, looking around in utter confusion. The room was devoid of her classmates. They hadn’t left through the door, so where could they be? Just then, a blonde man materialized before Ophelia, who scowled at him and said, eying his hair, “Dude, what happened to you? Got in a fight with a lawnmower?”

“For your information, little girl, this is very fashionable,” the blonde man snapped. “Oh, and also, I heard your wishes. So, no more dealing with your troublesome little friends. You can do what you want with the show.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Ophelia replied. “Uh, about that… I said that in the heat of anger. I didn’t really mean it.”

“What’s said is said,” Dunstan smirked.

“Look, I want my friends back for lots of reasons. Mainly, though, because I just feel uncomfortable being alone with you and whatnot.”

“I have a present for you,” Dunstan began. He reached into his pockets, then frowned. “Damn. Must have sent the crystal ball to be polished,” he muttered. To Ophelia, he said, “Tell you what, since I’m such a kind, generous guy--”

Ophelia scoffed. Dunstan glared at her and said, “Yeah, keep that up, and I’ll send you to the Bog of Eternal Stench, rather than giving you a chance to save your friends.”

“What kind of chance?”

“You have thirteen hours to solve my almost impossible tests and get to your friends. But if you fail to reach your friends in time, then they-- and you-- will be mine. Forever.” Dunstan grinned in a rather sinister manner and added, “And I have some fun plans for all of you.”

“Fine,” Ophelia snapped. “Anything to keep you from having fun.”

Dunstan waved his hand briefly, and instantly, the two of them were on a hill, overlooking a seemingly endless maze.

“Last chance to let me keep those brats,” Dunstan said, smiling.

Ophelia, not looking over at him, replied, “Doesn’t look that bad.” Dunstan shrugged and vanished.

Ophelia began walking down to the huge maze. “This doesn’t look so hard,” she said to herself. “It’ll be a piece of cake. Everything’s going to be okay!”

As she said this, she tripped over a large exposed tree root and tumbled head over heels down the hill to the start of the maze. When she was finally able to get to her feet, she muttered, “I really need to stop saying that. Seems like every time I say stuff like that, bad things happen.”