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GAME OF EXITS CHAPTER 13: DECISIONS AND REVELATIONS
    Somewhere in Victor’s castle…

    “That was epic!” Victors thinks. “I’ve never seen a battle like that before. Ryan is really good. Power and brain. It’s good that Liezel can’t step out of her red circle for an hour. I just hope that Ryan wakes up before Liezel is able to go near him and do horrible things. If Liezel hadn’t used the glass column too early, she might have already finished Ryan. Now, her portal smoke has nothing to throw out. Too bad for her. And too bad for me. The show suddenly becomes boring. One is standing like a statue and the other one is sleeping. And those three behind the yellow door are still sleeping. But… those three in the trail of dreams are up for a big surprise. They still have no idea that lots of giant spiders are on their way up from the bottom of the cliff. And… some nasty creatures are watching them  from behind those trees. Now this one is worth watching….”


10: 33 am

    “You think it’s okay to leave them there?” Cristina asks Jeric as she walks alongside him. “Those three…. They could help us.”

    “You trust them? I don’t. We’re already here…. What do you want me to do?”

    “I don’t know…. I just… don’t feel good about what happened back there. Don’t you feel… terrible? You killed someone.”

    “I don’t care. I didn’t have a choice…. Just be thankful I saved you.”

    “Have you… killed someone before?”

    Cristina’s question instantly crushes Jeric’s mind as though a sledge hammer has just struck him cold, leaving his face tense, his eyebrows clashing and blood steaming. He stops walking and glares at her. “You think I’m a serial killer? HUH?!”

    Shocked, Cristina also stops and almost takes a step back. “Whoa…. I’m sorry. You’re… scaring me… I didn’t mean to say—”

    “So just keep quiet, OKAY?” Jeric clenches his teeth, looks straight ahead, and resumes walking.

“Okay.” Cristina follows Jeric until she catches up to him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you….”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry…. I overreacted.”

“It’s my fault…. But don’t scare me like that again…. And remember, I’m still older than you. I hope you know what I mean.”

“I don’t care if you’re older…. Mind your steps.”

“Huh?”

“I said be careful. This place could be dangerous….”

    “I think we’re going nowhere. I can’t count the number of times we turned right… and then left.” Cristina looks around. Thick cobwebs shroud the glowing fluorescent bulbs embedded on the concrete ceiling about four meters above. The brown brick floor and walls form a narrow tunnel, which is just about two meters wide. “This tunnel is endless.”

    “We are certainly going somewhere,” Jeric retorts. “Your noisy mouth…. THAT is endless. Have you ever learned how to shut up?”

    “This is me…. Get used to it.”

    “So you know you are loud.”

    “And you’re annoying.”

    “Look who’s talking.”

    “I hope your children don’t behave like you. Oh, I miss my children. I swear I won’t die in here, and I swear I will—”

    “I don’t have children.”

    “Huh? I thought…. For real?”

    “What’s your problem? Do I look like a father?”

    “Yes. I think you do. And you’re actually handsome…. Side view.”

    “Are you insulting me?”

    “No. I mean…. You really look nice. Nice nose… muscles… tanned skin…. Do you have a girlfriend, by the way?”

    Jeric glances at Cristina, exasperated. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Why do you have so many ques—?”

    “What? Really? With that… face? Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

    “No. Do you think this is the right time for that? This place could kill us! So stop talking and just focus on moving forward.”
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