Chapter 20

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I know what your thinking, "wow that was quick" ;;))

Rue's POV

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The way the text is worded, and the way its just casually said as if it were from a friend makes this whole situation so much worse. Ruth got the same exact text from BEN. Shes sitting in the corner with an extremely unhappy sad/nervous look on her face, texting back. I'm sitting on the other side of the room. I have to do this by myself. I text back with shaking hands.

Me: Wouldn't you like to know?

EJ: yes, actually I WOULD

Me: you psycho...

EJ: tell me where you are

Me: why?

EJ: its important

Me: so you can kill me?

EJ: are you at your mansion

Me: Why do you care?

EJ: I need to know where you are

Me: and way is that

EJ: are you safe?

Me: ...what?

EJ: did you get hurt? Did anyone follow you home, do they know where you live?

Me: what.. No.. Why the fuck do you care?

EJ: good. Don't leave your house.

I stare at my phone in confusion. What the fuck is this? Why does he suddenly sound like a worried parent or something? I'm not so much scared anymore, but more unsettled and really, really confused. I shake my head in frustration, and get up to grab a soft drink from the fridge.

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Ruth's POV

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BEN: where are you?

Me: why does that matter?

BEN: tell me

Me: no.

BEN: tell me where you are

Me: why do you want to know?

BEN: I need to know where you are

Me: why

BEN: I need to know

Me: why do you need to know? Your part of a fucking game

BEN: are you so sure about that?

Me: not exactly after reading that

BEN: go upstairs

Me: what?

BEN: turn on your computer

BEN: boot the game up

Me: stop

BEN: don't play it

Me: ...what? Why..?

BEN: do whatever you usually do. Don't do anything with the game. Take a shower, change your clothes. Do whats normal for you.

Me: I don't understand.

BEN: do what a tell you.

I turn off my phone. I can't listen to this anymore, my head is going to explode. I get up, and start walking upstairs to the spare room I'm staying in. The only reason I'm doing this is because I'll be eaten away with curiosity and frustration if I don't. I do exactly what he did, leaving the game on the main screen. I sigh, and stare at the screen for a few seconds chewing my nails, before walking away into the small, clustered walk in closet I have my clothes stored in for the time, to change into something more comfortable. I unclip my bra, and pull a grey sweater on. Just as I'm pulling off my shorts, I hear a crackling noise noise, like interference on a TV, coming from my computer. I slip of my shorts, and pull on a small pair of black cupcake style shorts, as I do so I hear the crackling noise broken by a strange, quiet metal on metal scraping sound, then a soft, constant static. Creeped out and very confused, I grab my phone and turn around to walk out. I walk back to my laptop, and I feel a little uneasy as I stare at the plain static screen. "What the fuck.." I mutter, reaching to turn it off. "I hope its not broken." As I unplug it from the wall, I hear a quiet dripping sound. A wave of unease washes through me. I slowly stand up, and become aware of a presence behind me. Just before I can turn my head, one hand is placed over my mouth, and another grabs my shoulder. I thrash, and try to turn around to face my assailant. I succeed, and stumble backwards in shock. I'm met with a tall figure looking back down at me. He is the almost exact image of Link.

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