(http://st2.depositphotos.com/1034986/5896/i/450/depositphotos_58966749-young-handsome-elegant-blonde-model-man.jpg)<br/><br/>Wallace -though he never answered to that these days- knew that the library would be closing in a few minutes but he was trying to get those last few paragraphs in before his exam tomorrow. He hated that he was going to school for law, but he had no choice in the matter. He let out a long sigh and stood up, stretching out the kinks in his back and rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, which he had some Icy-Hot or something, or at least some Excedrin for his headache. It would have to wait til he got back to his room. Damn it.<br/>He closed the thick textbook and turned around to return the book on the shelf, nearly dropping the thing on his foot in shock. The bookshelf wasn't there. Instead there was hedge, and it was an unhealthy, dead looking thing that was taller than he was. Not believing what he was seeing, he gingerly reached out and made contact with small dry leaves that crackled and crumpled as he pulled one off. Just what..what the hell was this? What was going on? He reached down and grabbed his backpack, catching sight of more hedges, taller than he was and just as dead and intimidating. They were wear the shelves would have been, but it definetely wasn't the same layout. Where the library had aisles, these strange hedges made corners and seemed to have three paths that he could see just from here...uncomfortably similar to a maze.<br/><em>What the...What the hell is this?</em><br/>It was like something out of Greek legend.<em>Where's the minotaur?</em>he wondered, trying to remember how the hero had gotten out of the maze.<br/><br/>And suddenly there it was; a golden thread about as big around as his finger, seemingly stuck in one of the hedges. He grabbed it, reaching into the hedge and trying to find what the thread must have been caught on. The dry leaves and twigs seemed to crack like breaking bones as he finally found the end of the thread and pulled it out, wrapping part of it around his hand so he wouldn't drop it on accident. As he was doing he saw a flash of motion and stumbled back, narrowly avoiding a long, slender arm with claw like fingernails reaching out of the hedge.<br/>Holy Shit! The other books in his backpack were so heavy he nearly went sprawling on his back as he tried to get away. But the arm was just out of reach, and clawed at the air a couple feet away uselessly.<br/>That was close! He didn't know what was going on here, but he knew there was a thread and a maze and he wasn't an idiot. He gave it a tug, seeing if it would go taut and it didn't. So it wasn't tied to something, apparently. Or this was a really really long piece of thread.<br/><br/>Wally was still breathing a little hard from the scare with with arm and set to following the thread as fast as he could, eager to get away. He was really hoping that arm was the only thing in here with him.<br/>It wound through the hedges, and he thought everything was find until he stepped in something. He looked down, startled at the difference on the usually tan carpet. It was...red. Like someone had spilled red wine. Or...blood. What if it was blood? Why did it look like someone had just spilled it? And where was the rest of it? Where was a body? What had happened?! Was there really something else in hear with him?!<br/>Swallowing hard, he gathered up more of the golden thread and followed it around the corner, finally seeing something that resembled familiarity; the information desk.<br/>Instead of the librarian he knew though, there was someone else though. They were tall and pale, with long dark hair, studying a book.<br/>"Ah-Excuse me..." he gasped, clutching the thread to his chest instinctively as he neared the desk.<br/><br/>The libarian looked up and he was horrified to see it's face. She -if it was a she- was beautiful, all harsh angular lines, but that wasn't what frightened him. The librarian smiled at him and it was full of teeth filed to sharp, deadly points.<br/>"Can I help you?"<br/>"No!" he burst out, following the thread out of the library as fast as his legs could carry him. When he finally made it out to the gate he stood there a moment, panting and glancing back in the library every few seconds, looking down at the bundle in his hand as he raveled it back so that thing couldn't follow it to get to him. He was relieved to be out, but apparently this thing wasn't over yet- the thread was going down the street, past a man standing there looking up at the library.<br/><br/>