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LABYRINTH - Prologue Ned Guthrie stepped out of the bus and immediately had to balance himself. The paper bags in his hands tilted and the contents almost spilled out to the pavement. He wobbled for a second, trying to reach one of the chairs at the bus stop. Then he began rearranging his stuffs. Finally placing the champagne, roses and other items properly inside, he carried the bags and walked to his apartment. It was almost dark as the autumn breeze slowly dragged the fallen crimson leaves along the street side. Ned took a deep breath. He clinched his hands around the paper bags. Today is a milestone day in his career. He couldn't wait to tell Gina about this. As he took another turn to reach his building, he took out his cell phone and dialled his wife's number. "Are you home yet, honey?" he said when she picked up her phone. "Hi, hon. I'm still at the mall," Gina's nasal voice replied back. "The mall? You know you should be home right now," he sighed. "Gosh, you do realize that you're not in the condition to...," "Yeah, I know," she replied. "It's just that the examination went so well and I got out early. I thought I'd spend some time doing a quick window shopping." "Well, I'm almost home now," he entered the apartment's lobby and sauntered toward the elevator corridor. "Okay, I'm going back. Oh, you know what, Ned? I saw this dress in this boutique and it was soo cute and I was..." Gina started blabbing. Ned rolled his eyes. Here we go again, he thought. Why his wife's whiny voice becomes even more annoying whenever she got excited like this? He threw in some meaningless "uh-huhs" like he always did this whenever his wife began to prattle about something he didn't care about. Gina continued to yammer. At the time Ned arrived in front of the elevator, she somehow had changed the subject of her story to some rumours about a certain celebrity and something about drugs. At that moment, he heard the ringing sound of the elevator ('ding'). "Listen honey...I'm getting into the elevator, now. You just get back home safely, Okay? I've got good news." "I'll be there in twenty," his wife said in chipper voice. "See you, hon. I love you," he switched off the phone and got in. Inside, he adjusted his grasp on the bags once again. As the elevator door was about to close, he heard hurried steps approaching the elevator. "Wait up," somebody shouted from outside. Ned instinctively extended one hand and pushed the button to keep the door opened. A young brunette slid into the elevator, looking like she just came back from the gym. She was clad in a hot pink sweatshirt. Underneath, a low- cut black tank top hugged her smoking figure and showed a glimpse of her cleavage. Form-fitting black pants and pink running shoes wrapped her slender legs. She's got pretty face, high cheekbones and suntan skin. He could see earphone cables dangling from her ears. It escaped from her shoulder-length hair and drooped on her chest, tracing her perky breasts before ended up inside the pocket of her sweatshirt It's Denise, the hot girl next door. Ned gulped. "Thanks," she nodded and smiled, the surface of her left cheek twisted into a deep dimple. The girl moved to a spot at the opposite corner of where Ned stood. Ned noticed how her voice was smooth and velvety. He found it so different compared to Gina's thin and pinching speech that he just heard a while ago. "Twelfth floor, right?" he asked, pressing the button. "Haven't seen you for quite a while," he adjusted his bags. The elevator door closed and it went up. The girl furrowed her brows. She took out the ear piece from her ears and looked Ned for a second like she was trying to remember his name. She wore a worried expression on her face. "I'm Ned. We're in the same floor. I live next door to you," he let out an awkward smile. He shook his head clumsily. She squint her eyes for a second then her face became more relax. "Oh yeah, I remember you. You're that scientist guy." "I'm a Neurobiologist. Vortex-Crow Corporation, the pharmaceutical company...that's where I work... I mean, that's just for your information," he babbled. "Yeah, I've met your wife. Her name's Gina, right? I think she told me a little bit about you. I'm.... " "Denise, I know. Gina told me once," he lied. Actually, even before his wife spoke about Denise for the first time, he had already gained information about the girl. He obtained this by doing simple search through the internet during his lonely long hours in the lab. Her name is Denise Rose Mitchell, 25 years old. She worked as a freelance photographer for various fashion magazines. According to her Facebook page, she liked classical music, watching horror movies, dancing and eating sushi. "We don't see you quite much lately. Where have you been all along?" he asked again. "Mostly travelling. I went abroad to do some photo shoots in Asia and Africa." "I don't know you do modelling?" Ned pretended to shock. He let out what he thought as his flirtiest tone, but it came out just weird. "Nope. Actually, I'm the photographer. I deal more often with wildlife and natural objects. You know...birds, lions and flowers. Things like that. " "Wow. Well... Are you sure? Because I always thought that you're some kind of supermodel," Ned blurted out. "Gee, thanks. I guess," she shrugged. Ned saw her breasts jiggled a bit. "I am just saying that you should be in front of the camera, not behind it," as Ned finished his sentence, he immediately realized that he sounded like a creepy old man offering candy to a little girl. He laughed nervously, trying to cover his anxiety. But it seemed to make Denise uneasy. Ned threw his glance to the mirror around the elevator compartment. His eyes met his own reflection in the wall. He's almost 40 years old, slightly chubby and very hairy. His face was unshaven due to his constant stay in the lab for the last five days. His furry eyebrows were framed by thick glasses. He wore drab greenish shirt and oversized pants. The old baseball cap on his head made him look silly and childish. The first time he saw Denise was last year, when she moved her stuffs into the apartment next to his. Then he often saw her in the lobby, strutting in her jogging outfit or in her designer clothes when she went to the gym or the office. He recalled the nights when he came home very late. As he passed through the corridor, he would hear giggles coming from inside her apartment. Ned could hear people making out in her room. Which could mean only one thing: somebody was getting lucky. Sometimes, from his room, Ned would hear her moaning and grunting. It was so inviting that Ned would approach the wall and listened to her lovemaking sessions, often imagining that he was the guy banging Denise's brain out. He even fantasized about Denise's supple body , pert breasts and sultry face when he was sleeping Gina. He never made a move to her. He didn't dare. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance with a hot girl like Denise. He's too old and too nerdy while she's an outdoorsy kind of girl, a typical work-hard-play-hard party girl. Besides, Gina would surely kill him, if she ever caught him thinking about her. Thank God, I have Gina, he thought. Physically she's nothing compared to Denise. Not even close to Denise but at least she's real and not a fantasy. They reached the twelfth floor. Denise exited first and she pranced along the corridor. Adjusting his bags, Ned followed her. "So , what's the celebration about?" She lifted her eyebrows, indicating the bags in Ned's hand. "What? Oh you mean these stuffs? Well, it's just something happened at the office today. " Ned replied. He didn't want to explain his accomplishment to her. It's just too geeky. It might freak her. "Is Gina home now?" "No, but she'll be in half an hour. Would you like to meet her?" "Oh, I would like to. But, I've already got another appointment. Me and my girlfriends are going to club. I'm just going to take a shower and head out downtown." "Another time, then," he said. "Tell Gina I said hi." "Definitely." They reached their rooms. Ned approached his door and tried to reach for his keys in his jacket's pocket. The bags in his hands careened and the contents almost tumbled. Denise chuckled and stepped closer to him. "Allow me," she said as she slid her hand inside his pocket and fished Ned's keys out. Then she unlocked the door and opened it for Ned. Standing so close to her, Ned could see her luscious cleavage. And the smell her hair; it was so fresh and fragrant. "There you go," she said, dropping back the keys inside his pocket. "Thanks," Ned blushed again. His voice quivered. The brief encounter had made him very nervous. "See you around, Ned," she said, tilting her head and smiling to him. She went inside and disappeared into her apartment. *** "Phew," Denise whispered to herself once she got inside. She leaned her back against the door and heaved a slight puff over her face, blowing through her bangs. She stayed at the door for several seconds before going to the refrigerator and fetching out a bottle of orange juice. Drinking straight from the bottle, she walked across her apartment and sat on the couch. She glanced to the window and saw the sunset. The autumn sky was clear without any trace of cloud. She raised her fingers and tucked strand of her hairs behind her ears. She drank up the juice and headed to the bathroom. Once she got there, she took off her sweatshirt and tank top. Her bosoms sprang out. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her hands reached to her creamy boobs and nudged the surface in circular motion. She continued probing them with her palms. After several seconds of constant moaning, she stopped and brushed her hair, pushing her bangs back to her scalp. Looking at her angelic face, she flashed a wicked grin. "That was close," she winked to her reflection. She turned her head out of the bathroom and her eyes skimmed over the surface of her apartment wall on the other side of the room. It was adorned with black and white pictures. They depicted artistic shots taken from assignments in various countries. Behind the wall was the apartment of Ned Guthrie. She wondered about the special occasion he was talking about. Denise bit her lips and sighed. She turned back to the mirror and closed her eyes for several seconds, trying to calm her nerves. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a determined expression on her face and a knowing smile. *** Ned unloaded his bags. He put the flowers into a Chinese vase and placed it on the centre of the dinner table. The candles were already lit. He just needed to arrange the wine glass. Ned already freshened himself up and changed into a clean shirt and pants. He decided not to shave. No time for that. Gina would come in any minute. As Ned put a jazz record into the CD player, he heard the door opened and shut. He looked up in anticipation. That must be her. "Honey, I'm home." Putting the glasses aside, he hurried to the door and found his wife standing at the door. Her pregnant figure was covered in a green cowl neck sweater, paired with a knee length plaid grey skirt and brown boots. "Hi," Ned gave her a short peck on her forehead and kissed her blonde hair. As he was about to embrace his wife, he stopped short and brushed his hands on her swollen belly. "What did Doctor Ling tell you? How's the baby?" "It's Doctor Ming, Silly," she rolled her eyes. "Geez, you're a scientist, Ned. How come you never remember our doctor's name?" "Sorry, Hon," he chuckled. "What did she tell you? Is the baby alright?" "Yes, the baby's alright. Here, she gave me this," she handed him a copy of the baby's USG scanned picture. "Isn't she adorable?" Ned took a look at the picture. "Yes, she is." He kissed Gina's forehead and they embraced for a while. Gina buried her face on his chest. Lifting her chin, Ned looked at the woman he'd been marrying for three years. Gina was 35 years old but she looked as old as Ned. Gina had a flat nose and wide forehead on her square face. 'Plain' would be the best word to describe her. She had cut her blonde hair in a short pixy style due to a weird hormonal drive she had experienced during her fourth month pregnancy. She thought her previous shoulder-length hair had made her look ugly. Ned himself thought that the current hairdo did not fit her. But he was quiet about that. It if meant less nagging and whining, then he would let her do whatever she wanted to do. It's not that Gina wasn't cute. She's just not pretty, especially when compared to Denise, obviously. She was in her seventh month of her pregnancy, now. And Ned noticed the so-called "pregnant glow" going on around her. They had tried to have children since last year, as Ned was getting less busy doing his research. He was delighted when he learned about her pregnancy, secretly thanking Denise for providing him with the enough fantasies. "So, what's the good news about?" she smiled. "Later. After dinner, okay?" She squinted her eyes. "Are you going to leave me and your unborn child, Ned?" she said with a mock fear on her face. Ned chuckled. He tapped her nose and kissed her again. *** "I've made it," Ned said as he poured water to Gina's glass. "The Labyrinth. It's completed." They were snuggling on the couch with her head in his lap and his palm rubbing on her belly. "Did you just say 'Labia'?" Gina grimaced as she gave her husband a strange look. "I said Labyrinth. The device I've been working on," he muttered. "You should pay more attention to what I'm doing." "Well, Excuuuse me if I'm putting all my attention taking care your offspring here," she said sarcastically, pointing at her belly. Ignoring her usual banter, Ned just shook his head and sighed. "Basically, this device - which I created and perfected- locates the Omega waves. It's a deep, specific rare wavelength in living organism's brain," he said, turning into full nerd mode. "The Labyrinth could intercept the wave, reroute it and inject information packages into the brain system...," Ned paused, checking for his wife's response. "Wow," Gina nodded, slowly rolling her eyes in a comical manner. Her voice sounded even whinier and annoying. "You don't understand, do you?" "Nada, not even a single word," she waved her palm over her face, displaying her best deadpan expression. "Well, let me put this way. Using my device, I could bypass your waking mind and put thoughts in your subconscious. Making you do whatever I want you to do without you even realize that you're under my influence." "Like some kind of hypnosis?" "Exactly. A solid unbreakable, hypnosis." "That sounds awful," "When it falls in wrong hands, yes. But imagine, we can use this to help mental patients and people in addiction. It'd be a great advancement in fields like psychology, therapy and even criminology. " Gina didn't respond. For a split second, Ned saw her face expressed tension and anxiety. He had never seen her like this before. "Are you all right?" Gina smiled and nodded. "It's just the baby. Here, feel it." She led his hand to a spot on her stomach. He could feel the soft bump as the baby kicked again. "Amazing," Ned said. "We're both proud of you, honey," Gina gave him a come-hither look. She rose and began kissing her husband's neck. Ned's nose picked up her scent. Then he heard her moaning. He watched out of half-closed eyes as she shifted herself closer to him. Her legs slid onto his lap and straddled him. They adjusted their position to accommodate her bulging stomach while stayed kissing for a few minutes. Due to the pregnancy, it's been two months since Ned had proper sex with his wife. Closing his eyes, he saw Denise's face dancing in his mind. Somehow, Gina's advances had activated his imagination He tried hard to picture his neighbour's lips munching his own. His wife's bump sort of ruined his imagination. "Ugh... honey," Ned uttered under his breath. "Is it okay if we... ugh...do it, now?" Gina replied by taking off her sweater. Thanks to the pregnancy, her breasts had swollen and got bigger. In Ned's eyes, they looked like they about to explode out of her bra. He cupped his wife's tits and began massaging them. They felt so good. "What about the baby?" he managed to ask before Gina smooched him again. "Shut up, Ned," she hissed. "Just take me from behind." *** "Sleep tight, honey," Gina whispered to her husband. She pushed Ned's naked body and he slouched down to the floor as she rose from the couch. She sat there for awhile, recuperating from the bliss of their lovemaking. Her sweater sprawled on the coffee table nearby. Her panties and skirt were on the floor. Ned's eyes closed. He was fully asleep. Gina nudged his chest with her feet, waiting him to move or say something, but he didn't. She slithered her fingers against his neck, checking for his pulse. She found it steady and regular. As she stood up, she could felt the weight on her stomach. On her way to the bathroom, she reached into her bag and took out her cell phone. In the bathroom, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her. The makeup was ruined. She brushed her short hair, cupped her tits and started contorting her face in several expressions. "Sorry, Ned, honey. You've been fucking with the wrong woman all this time," she pouted. The flicker in her eyes looked so weird coming out from Gina's innocent face. She licked her lips and her reflection followed suit. She recalled her conversation with Ned before they made love. The Labyrinth was completed. This is an important piece of information. "I guess, I don't need to be you anymore, Gina," she muttered, looking at her reflection. She lifted her hands, tracing her face. Her delicate fingertips probed her skin, dabbing and pinching the edge of her jaw line in a specific manner. Soon, ridges started to appear on the surface. She let out a slight moan and closed her eyes, enjoying each second with anticipation. Finding enough ridgelines, she pinched and tore her facial skin. The ripping sound echoed in the bathroom, accompanied by a thin burst from inside her face. She saw her face twisted and deformed. Her facial skin became droopier. Her moan changed into a low, gruff grunt as she became more and more aroused. Gina continued peeling out her own face. The skin was fold up and it began to separate from her head as her hands moved upwards. Then, in a sudden pull, she ripped her whole face, revealing another one underneath. Gina's whole face and hair fell onto the sink. Denise Mitchell looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was blotchy and her hair was dishevelled. She was still panting from all the excitement during the unmasking process. "How do you like that?" she said. The annoying nasal voice which belonged to Gina Guthrie was gone without a trace, replaced by Denise's smooth girly voice. She examined her features in the mirror. Her tan facial skin looked very grotesque hanging on top of Gina's pregnant body. She had put her Gina mask in such a short notice that it left marks of irregular spots in her facial face. She spent several seconds rubbing her face to smooth out the skin and brushing her tousled hair. Then she began to strip out of Gina's bodysuit. She reached behind her neck and poked at a hidden spot to reveal the secret zipper. Once she found it, she picked the zipper and slowly pulled it along her neckline. Her shoulder split apart. The zipper travelled along her collar bone and another soft burst came out of the bodysuit. Gina's breasts began to sag, followed by her seven- months pregnant belly. In a few seconds, the entire fake torso was shed apart and fell on the bathroom floor. She slid her fingers into her waist, and pushed down; removing the fake ass and legs. Her thin body was finally free from the bodysuit. She kicked the perfect copy of Gina Guthrie's body away from her. Standing naked, Denise could see her hot body in all of its glories. She let out a short puff to her brunette bangs and smiled wickedly, admiring herself. "As for you Denise, I still like being you. So, I think I'll keep you around, girlfriend." After Gina's appointment with Dr. Ming had ended, Denise shed her Gina disguise and took a time off to jog around the nearby park. She was nearby the building when Ned came home early and called his wife's number. Mimicking her voice, Denise managed to buy some time to reach the apartment and ride in the same elevator with Ned. For the past six months, the Gina Guthrie who had been living with Ned in his apartment was not his real wife. Ned didn't have any slightly idea that the hot neighbour he often fantasized had also doubled as his plain, boring wife. The moaning and grunting sound that Ned often heard was just small touches Denise added to complete the illusion. She just needed one week to get close to Gina. She didn't work and stayed home by herself when Ned was working overtime. She's a chatty lady, providing Denise with enough materials to perfectly impersonate her. Then, in one afternoon, Denise invited Gina to her place for a cup of tea and simply drugged her. When Denise found out that Gina was pregnant, she decided to incorporate this into her disguise using a special bodysuit the agency tailored for her. Meanwhile, the real Gina was kept under suspended animation in one of the agency's facility. The bodysuit was basically a perfect replica of a pregnant woman and it was equipped with all range of hormonal cocktails most mothers-to-be would experience. It could also simulate the movements of the baby inside the womb. It had a built in projector which produced imageries and responses against scanners and other medical devices. Wearing the suit has been a total ordeal for Denise but her agony had paid off today. During the time he impersonated Gina, she had met all their friends and families and nobody had any clue that their darling daughter, sister and co-worker was not who she appeared to be, not even Dr. Lucy Ming. The USG scan didn't reveal anything suspicious beside the healthy baby inside Gina's belly. Denise reached the cell phone and pressed a button. She slipped the phone between her shoulder and her cheek. Meanwhile, her delicate hands kept probing her breasts. "Yes," a man's voice answered on the other line. She cleared her throat and addressed him. "It's Griffin. I think we got our man." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "Okay, rendezvous in twenty. You know where the place is," the man replied and the line went dead. Denise gathered up the mask and bodysuit into several folds. Then she went out of the bathroom, finding Ned still unconscious on the floor. The chemical she injected during their lovemaking would ensure that he'd be out for the next several hours. She collected Gina's clothes and set them aside on a nearby cabinet. She walked to the Ned's apartment door and made sure it was locked. Then she moved closer the wall that separated her room with Ned's apartment and she slid her hand behind one of the pictures hanging there. She found a nail there. She twisted and then pressed the nail in. A big rectangle line appeared and the wall swung slowly, revealing a secret passage between Ned's apartment and hers. She slipped her naked body into the secret door to her apartment and the wall closed itself. Once inside, she went to the closet and started to dress up. Her handler was waiting for her. *** The Four Aces was located just in a corner across the building where Denise and The Guthries lived. She tried to act casual when she entered the diner, looking for the man she was supposed to meet. She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved black pullover with V-neck line which showed a glimpse of her cleavage. There were a few people in the diner, which she kind of expected. Handlers usually arranged meeting in seemingly public yet uncrowded place like this to avoid their conversations being intercepted. Denise stood at the entrance for a second when she saw a girl around her age with curly hair, sitting alone. When her eyes met Denise's, she raised her hands and waved to her. "Over here. Denise," she said. Denise smiled and walked to her table. She found it cute that Cricket, her handler, had disguised himself as a girl for this debriefing. What a nice touch, she thought. The curly girl stood up and embraced her. She was wearing a cute blue cardigan and a white frock underneath. "How are you , Girl. Gosh, I miss you," she said rather loudly. "Don't overplay it, Cricket" Denise whispered to her ears. The curly girl just giggled. "Just call me Carrie," the girl whispered back. "I miss you too, 'Carrie'," Denise exclaimed. They sat down and ordered coffee and fries, then spending exactly one minute to chit-chat about seemingly meaningless thing. The casual exchange was actually consisted of fully coded sentences designed for agents and handlers to identify each other when they met in public place. "I think we're safe. You can start with your debriefing," 'Carrie' pressed a button on 'her' cell phone, activating the scrambler device. "My mark, Ned Guthrie, is the person who designed the sophisticated hypnosis device called Labyrinth," Denise said. "He worked for the Vortex-Crow corporation." She told the handler everything Ned had said to 'Gina'. "Well done, Griffin. You confirmed our suspicion about Guthrie's role in the Labyrinth project, which mean that all other labs built abroad in several countries are just decoys. Labyrinth had been developed here in our own soil, under our nose." "Is the Summit behind all of this?" Denise asked. "We don't know for sure," he handler replied. "However, we do know from our intel that they are interested in possessing such device since long time ago. It's possible that they had infiltrated big firms like Vortex- Crow to find the right scientist to create the device." "How do I proceed now?" "Go back as Gina and wait for further instructions." Denise nodded and threw her gaze out of the window. Her mind was filled with the thought about The Summit. A name that was quite familiar for camouflage operatives like her. She had heard about the existence of the mysterious organization whose members and leaders were still unknown. They said that it was a clandestine organization created by ex- international spies and criminals working for money and world domination. The Labyrinth was going to be a powerful tool to achieve their goals. If it was true that the device was completed, and the Summit had access to it through the Vortex-Crow corporation , then there should be no reason for them to keep Ned Guthrie alive. This sudden realization made her skin crawled. "We need to evacuate Guthrie, now!" she hissed to her handler and stood up. At that moment, she heard a glass shattering behind her back. She turned around to where the sound came from and saw a shadowy figure running away from the dinner. In a reflex, Denise looked around her to identify the object thrown by that person. Her eyes stumbled on a small black cube, rolling on the floor toward the table where she and her handler were sitting. The cube began to shake and glow, emitting a high-pitch sound. It exploded with a loud, ringing blast. The last thing Denise felt was a burning sensation, torching her face off. To be continued? Author's note: After finishing my first series, I spent some time doing freewriting and scribbling some ideas on paper. I found out that a few of these ideas had begun to interconnect with each other, creating a bigger story arc which incorporates various features of the previous series. Even though the premise is still vague and the characters are not fully developed, I decided to put them into one major outline and, just to see if they mixed well together As I drafting the arc's outline, I suddenly came up with the idea for this prologue. The idea wasn't even in the main, original arc. It just jumped out of the paper and molded itself into scenes and sequences. Initially, I considered writing this piece as a standalone story because I worried that I won't have enough time to write in chapters and based on past experiences, I might have to spend years to finish one arc. But somehow I decided against it and wrote this as a prologue, even though currently, the whole story arc only existed in a piece of paper full of bullet points. And it is still open to changes and other ideas. I would like to thank the commentators for their valuable critics. I've tried to write in tighter sentences and edited my grammar, but I believe I still make mistakes. Thus, I would appreciate more of your critics and suggestions.