The CURSE: Deadly Games

● THIRTY FIVE ●

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Platkk!!!

A black stick on the security side bag landed behind Isabelle's head.

"Ahh," cried Isabelle in pain.

He held onto the stricken spot and was intending to see who hit him. However, his brain was suddenly stirred up from within and his ears were buzzing in pain. Soon his vision became blurry.

Bruk!!!

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"Lor, I'm sorry. Because of me, you suffered too" said Eleanor, who was almost frozen.

Even his words sounded indistinct so he trembled himself. Both of its jaws, both its upper and lower jaws rub against each other. The upper row teeth and lower row rub against each other until they are almost porous.

"See you, Ele," Baylor said with great difficulty.

After that, Baylor's eyes did not blink again. Like Baylor's eyes, Baylor's heart stops beating.

Eleanor, who witnessed the death of her best friend, was struck down by herself and did not stop cursing herself.

Bipp!!!

The sound was heard in the game arena. Both are thrown back from the top, just like when they both want to start the game.

Bruk!!!

"Ouchh!!" lirih Eleanor while holding her injured knee.

"Ele, are you okay?" ask Baylor to panic.

Questions from Baylor he didn't gubris. "Baylor, are you alive?" asked Eleanor hysterically.

"Yes, what's wrong? Don't we know we're going to die and come back to life?" baylor asked astonished at the hysterical Eleanor.

"I-I saw you freeze to death, Lor," said Eleanor.

"Here I am, I am alive" Baylor said, calming Eleanor.

"Yes. But, why are we back in the cave?" eleanor asked after stopping her.

"O-lust-gad. Come on, finish it and quickly get back to that cold pole!" baylor.

"Yes, you are right" replied Eleanor.

Now both of them still half understand the way this game. This game really makes them dazed and stupid.

Baylor then stared at the map board in his hand. He scrunched his forehead. How could the map board he had placed on the table while trying to find clues now be in his grasp again? How quaint!

The check mark in the first circle had even disappeared, indicating that they had to finish it again from the beginning. The sign of love has now been reduced to one more, remaining three pieces. 

They then complete the challenge in the first arena very easily because they already know the location of the key before finally faced back with the second arena.

"Ele, come!" baylor asked Eleanor to enter the old shack full of bad memories.

Bruk!!!

Just like before, they were locked back inside the old hut. They were much more careful this time in searching for the key.

"Lor, where is the key" grumbled Eleanor.

"I don't know. We've searched everywhere, both in drawers and cabinets, even under or above" said Baylor who is no less frustrated.

***

Isabelle fell and was exposed on the floor along with the three people she had made so before with the book almost covered when it fell straight from a high enough spot, leaving behind someone who won this match. Only, which side does he support? Hmm, Favid-can? Or maybe he formed a new party again? Own party?

Fortunately not, he was just a cleaning service who accidentally saw the event when he wanted to clean the room as scheduled. Coincidentally he saw all the events from the beginning and was able to digest both good and evil.

He had time to look around and look for an object that could weaken the evil party until a little long movement to stop Isabelle.

The cleaning service immediately called the receptionist with the hotel phone and told him that there were many people fainted on the floor so and so rooms without telling the chronology.

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"Only a match is the only thing here, Lor," Eleanor said.

"Geeh!" yelled Baylor in despair.

"There's no way, Ele. We have to open the match what it is again. Looks like we missed something" Baylor said, drawing closer to Eleanor.

He was waiting for Eleanor's approval because he was afraid that her future lover would be cold. But it's the only way to look for clues.

Eleanor finally agreed after the struggles in her heart. Just one nod of his head, Baylor rushed straight to the old broken wood closet and pulled the drawer. Again, it was just a matchbox inside that contained a trap.

Baylor took it and saw it with Eleanor. Baylor stared at the core of Eleanor's pupil without saying a single word with her hands pecking at the end of the pull of the little box.

"Pull," said Eleanor after seeing Baylor's unbearable eyes must see her suffer from twitching again.

Sretti....

The slow pull that made a sound like the friction of paper sounded huge in that empty room.

Once again Baylor took out a match and held it. While the matchbox he turned into the hand of Eleanor next to him.

The thread he had seen now pulled them back automatically until the window opened. However, the coldness this time exceeded anything. Really am! So cold!

"Lor!! The roof!" eleanor cried out against the cold that surrounded her jawbone, teeth, and tongue.

"What??? WHY?!!"

This time it was not just a window, its entire roof was now open and flying in the cold wind. The snow kept coming down from up there so that this originally empty hut was now filled with soft white snow.

"Lor, it looks like we have to die again" Eleanor exhaled her mouth into the unity of her hand to temporarily warm it up.

"No! We gotta move now, Ele. We can't waste our lives once more" Baylor replied, drawing Eleanor to follow him to avoid Eleanor from continuing to receive the cold air and eventually becoming a human ice cube.

Plakk!!!

The voice caught Baylor's attention. But it turned out to be useless, only the matchbox had fallen out of Eleanor's hand that could no longer hold a single strand of her hair.

Baylor turned back to walk, but stopped.

"Yah!! You idiot!" he himself patted his head.

Then it passed for a while leaving his hand grip with Eleanor and took the box not containing it.

"What's this?"

Now both sides of his hut also vanished flying with the wind. This cold is no longer contained.

"Lor!! What are you doing" cried Eleanor, watching Baylor pick up a box she had deliberately thrown away. "We have to hurry, Lor. Don't waste your time. Come on!"

Eleanor was currently in a deep panic. If it were to freeze to death, then death this time would be a bit of pain.

"Start!" Baylor picked it up and returned to Eleanor. "This is also stuff, Ele. We take this box too lightly."

"It's okay there. Release him! We've taken the contents, what else, '" argued Eleanor who disagreed with Baylor.

But Baylor continued to check and fumble one by one side of the box. His forehead was wrinkled and his eyes were shrinking trying to look into that very small box, which only one of his eyes could afford to glimps at.

"It!" he shouted with excitement towards Eleanor.

His hand raised indicates an object. The key!

Huhhhh....

One side of the hut came back from the ground, leaving only a side attached to the door there.

"Come, Ele!"

Now the obstacle is not finding a key anymore, but Eleanor. The monster woman actually almost froze in a standing position.

Seeing that he was no longer able to move, Baylor was forced to lift Eleanor up a little with difficulty. Even his own body had become a burden to him, now Eleanor's body had to be borne by him.

"Ele, please," said Baylor patting her on the cheek.

Eleanor closed her eyes and lost consciousness. He forcefully pulled and dragged the unmoved body of Eleanor. Because of this, their time is wasted.

The chill bit by bit also erodes Baylor's consciousness and warms up.

"No, no," muttered Baylor whose eyes were about to close.

Baylor hugged Eleanor's body so that warmth could build up between their touching bodies. This is a little useful so that Baylor can be a little forward until they arrive at the door.

Eleanor is not dead yet, but in about 4 seconds she may die. Fortunately before that Baylor had managed to open that door with the key he got from an unexpected place.

Klekka....