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The Library Labyrinth

The following is an excerpt from Book 4 of LIVEONNOEVIL entitled Master Reset:

Arms put his palms together around the neck of the bottle and pulled it from his chest without sound or hint of pain. “So,” said Arms as he set the bottle inside an open wooden chest, “you’ve met our Disloyal Games.” He laughed again until seeing Gordo’s look of bewilderment. “I’m sorry,” he said getting his giggle under control. “It’s just…of all of us, you meet him first. It’s funny. Good to see Sahasa hasn’t lost their sense of humor.”

Gordo tried to smile at that, but couldn’t. The bottle had cut through Arms’ cloak in only a crescent and Gordo had yet to see blood. Arms pulled out a dustpan and cleaned the broken bits from the ground.

“I’m sure you have questions but let’s save those for after you meet the rest of the group. They’re all going to be real excited to see that you’ve arrived. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had anyone new to the library. Oh and just to clarify, this is most definitely not a labyrinth. A labyrinth only has one path with a beginning and an end. There are no choices in a labyrinth. You don’t get lost in a labyrinth, you get lost in a maze. Have you been lost yet?”

Gordo was transfixed on Loyal Arms’ hands and their single fingers. “Umm…yes,” he said. “I mean, I’m lost now.”

“Lost but found. You’re lucky Games brought you here. You’d have been taken prisoner if they thought you were in league with him. You aren’t, I assume. Games is about as clever as he is see through.”

“No, I’m not. He tried to kill me,” said Gordo just after realizing it was exactly what he’d attempted on Arms.

“As you can see,” said Arms lifting up his cloak to show his chest wound. As much as Gordo could tell, it was right over the heart, but where the skin tore there was only darkness and nothing coming from it. “Life is not so easily extinguished here. Death, in fact, is harder to attain than sanity is to retain. That’ll be your concern soon enough though. No reason to concentrate on the ‘could’s or ‘would’s. What you should concentrate on though above anything else is how you’re going to get out of here. Everyone thinks they know, but the only person that can know is you. Remember that and follow it above anything.”

“But I don’t even know where we are.”

Arms laughed. “None of us do.”

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The Chameleon

The following is an excerpt from Book 4 of LIVEONNOEVIL entitled Master Reset:

Gordo looked out over the water and the garden beyond. “In the name of Sahasa,” proclaimed Gordo, “Chameleons, I command you, bring me to the Garden.” Around him they appeared from nothing and took his body across the water, through the hanging vines and over the floating lily pads to the entrance where they dissipated as his feet touched the soft ground. He walked, but this time obeyed the winding path, following all of the twists and turns even where it would have been easier to skip ahead by passing through the veil of vines and shrubs.

Pink was right. Arms was wrong. It was a labyrinth, but only where it mattered. It was where it began for him and where the end would begin. The chameleons lined the path of the garden labyrinth and blinked their bodies in and out of visibility. It wasn’t a long way to the middle, but the garden took him everywhere within it but there first. Closer in to the middle, the fruit was brighter, the grass as well, and with every step forward the light of the Garden became stronger until he was standing in front of the tree having touched nothing on the way there.

He approached the tree slowly and knelt before it placing his sword before its trunk. He closed his eyes, but before he could speak, from above he heard, “Yo ho, Gordo!” He looked up to see Disloyal Games sitting on a branch, feet dangling and orange juice dripping from his mouth into his beard. “I underestimated you,” he said and jumped down beside Gordo. “Tricky boy. Tall tales of a snake in the tree, huh? Very good. Had me fooled considering it’s what they all say, I can’t blame myself for trusting you, but blame is worthless. What do you say? Let’s let bygones be bigots and have some fun.”

“Yes,” said Gordo. “We shall.”

“Alright! Glad to hear it! ‘Bout time you had the sense knocked out of ya. What about we go flip Sahasa’s Table? That’s always a good time, but…no. We need something better. Let’s see, we could messy Ills’ Room of Not with a fruit fight or better yet, mix up Meade’s Kitchen, free everything in the Exhibit. You know I would say start with Arms. It’s a shame, though. The Dungeon grows and grows. Ya know Fast has taken over the Multimedia Room. That might be fun, but maybe too easy.”

“We’ll do better, but first you must wait. I must be prepared.” Gordo turned his head to gaze up the tree. “If it is of your will then take me. Sahasa, free me from this prison of lies and strip me of my afflictions. Make me new for You.”

Games took a step back, scoffed, thought of something to say, but then laughed harder and harder until he caught his breath and opened his eyes to speak. But he didn’t. Instead, terror and fear startled him backwards until he fell into a shrub of orange glowing flowers. The black snake was long and so dark, its body a terrible void that brought Games into a shudder, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in ages.

He sat with the orange light of the flowers illuminating his face as the snake curled its upper body around Gordo’s neck. It pulled him into the air still supported by the tree and Gordo didn’t struggle as its body turned bright neon green. As the color intensified, so did the pain and then Gordo was kicking until all of a sudden he wasn’t and his skin turned pale, reflecting green from the light of the snake. He remained there still for another moment until the snake’s head drooped below his feet and its mouth opened revealing the void before dropping Gordo in to disappear.