The CURSE: Deadly Games
● THIRTY FOUR ●
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"Hey!! What are you doing?!" favid shouted very strongly which filled the air in the room.
Isabelle and Favid are involved in the book. The book is now in two different pairs of hands. The two of them collided with the power of the book to get carried away everywhere.
"You who?" favid shouted with strength that also came out with his shout.
"Isabelle," he answered casually, unlike the already dissolved Favid in his rage.
"What do you want?" shouted Favid again who was still trying to keep the book away from Isabelle who continued to seize it.
"Book!" he replied briefly with a piercing cold look.
Htc .. tok .. tok....
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"Lor, why is the game so at the north pole?" asked Eleanor who did not stop rubbing her hands and arms that were shivering with cold.
Yep! Now they are in the north polar region whose surface is covered with thick snow and hail that falls continuously.
"Let me take a look at the map," Baylor's teardrop, no less shivering than Eleanor's.
"This," Eleanor said in a slightly quivering tone as she thrust out the map board she was holding.
His hand seemed to tremble as he thrust out the map board.
"We made it through the first arena, Ele," Baylor said happily when she saw the tick mark drawn in the first gray circle, but not entirely happy to see it now.
There was a worried look inside her bead when she saw Eleanor. I don't know since when that worried look turned into fear. Maybe since he fell in love with Eleanor? So he was afraid of anything happening to Eleanor rather than himself?
"Wahh!! Then what else are we supposed to do here? Do we have to find another key?" ask Eleanor.
"Come on," Baylor replied resignedly as he shrugged his shoulders.
Even to shrug his shoulders was a little difficult because it felt a little heavy hit by snow. Not heavy because of a speck of snowflakes, but the cold that makes it very heavy as the snowflakes stick to his body.
"But where is the door. We could have frozen to death here" grumbled Eleanor, as if to regret her decision to enter the game.
"We better start walking" Baylor advised Eleanor.
Now the two began to walk straight ahead looking left-right, trying to find clues that might be somewhere.
"Lor, there's an old hut!" eleanor exclaimed as they walked down the snow-covered street before Eleanor's eyes were fixed on an old hut covered in thick snow, especially the roof which only looked pure white.
"Come, we'll go there!" exclaimed Eleanor then immediately pulled the hand of Baylor who did not stop trembling without asking for her approval.
"Slow down, Ele," said Baylor, who was struggling to follow Eleanor's childlike run.
Drett....
The worn out door opened slowly and was slightly jammed. As a result of the hut's removal, thick dust immediately scattered when the door was open.
"Uhukkk .. uhukkk...."
They stayed for a moment in front of the entrance. Their eyes turned around staring around the small hut. It's so old and dirty! Even the dust was clumping around him.
"I don't want to go in, Lor," said Eleanor.
"We must, Ele. Otherwise we'll die again. Life is precious. There is still a long journey," said Baylor advised Eleanor who always wanted to be delicious.
With a heavy heart, they stepped inside.
Bruck!!!
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"Security! Coming in!" favid shouted towards the door that sounded.
It turns out that a few minutes ago when Isabelle tried to close her book on the edge of the mattress, she pressed the number to call security without Isabelle's knowledge.
Isabelle opened her eyes wider and threw them at Favid. Suddenly, he laughed in a horrible way.
"Haha, you young man" he said, which made him even more agitated than he initially thought all his plans had worked.
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Bruk!!
The weathered old door closed hard and locked itself.
"Lor, why did the door close itself?" ask Eleanor.
"God! Is this the lead? We need to find the key and reopen this door?" baylor asked as he began to wake up and slowly understood the way the game was in this world.
"Yes, maybe!" timpal Eleanor's.
Both were busy exploring the old hut. Their hands were so deftly pulling and checking one by one the drawers without complaining even though the dust always made them cough and have difficulty breathing.
The decreasing temperature makes the two more rushed to find the clue or key even though their hands have begun to dry and are difficult to move. Even if stabbed by a knife will be difficult to feel pain due to the cold that makes all their limbs numb and not feel anything.
"Ele?" baylor.
His hand checking the drawers of an old closet suddenly stopped. His eyes were fixed on seeing what was within his grasp. And so did Eleanor.
"Fire korek?" eleanor asked after turning to Baylor.
"Look at this thread carefully" Baylor said, pointing to the thread tied at the end of the matchstick.
That was his concern from the beginning. Baylor pulled the thread once, but turned it around, which attracted Baylor and Eleanor. Their heads just moved along the thread's path that might lead them to a clue.
Drett....
Huhhhh....
A strong wind with very cold air blew the two of them, making those who were already shivering even more shivering and freezing.
The fine thread in the match was apparently connected to the window of the hut. How could a piece of rope so thin be able to pull a window that was already stuck so easily? I don't know, maybe magic?
"We've been in a trap!" baylor lamented his actions.
He who initially thought that matches might help warm his body instead became the opposite.
"Let's close, Ele!" take Baylor.
They tried to push through the open window with all their might, trying to split open the cold air currents that kept coming into the old hut.
Bruk!!
***
"Thank you, young man," said Isabelle and took the book out of her hand and pulled something out of the old black bag she was carrying.
A small bottle covered in cork filled with clear liquid was opened. Isabelle swung the bottle into the nose of the two security who were behind her as well as Favid.
In an instant, the liquid evaporated and made the security anesthetized and then collapsed unconscious on the floor of his hotel room. Their muscles and strength were useless in front of such a volatile liquid.
"Uhuk-uhuk, ca-liquid what is that?" favid asked in a weakened voice as he also inhaled the same liquid as the security.
Isabelle did not answer. He closed the bottle again as usual without filling and then put it in a bag with a stretcher.
Favid shook his head and tried to see clearly. The effect of the liquid made him very dizzy and stood staggering until his vision was blurry and dim.
Not long after, Favid also lies in his own hotel room with the two people who had fainted before him. The book that became the scramble, which is still in the arms of the David is taken Isabelle in an open state on the middle page after the Favid is no longer in his consciousness.
"Maha."
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Bruk!!
Next to the window it came out. Hinge's broken! There is no hope of closing it back. They would really freeze to death this time.
"How is this," sighed Eleanor, frustrated.
"I don't know. It looks like we're going to spend one more life" Baylor said honestly, unable to say anything to appease Eleanor.
They no longer paid attention to the problem of the window, letting the strong wind blow in as they pleased, they were resigned. They turned to find a way out that might exist before they finally died once again.
