Chapter Eleven

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     The constant flow of warm wind passing through the large hallways, carefully glides about your hair. You stare at the opposite wall emotionlessly, taking out a bottle of water and chugging it down. You wait patiently for your target to pass by;.. for Sandrah to show her face to you again in this fortress of madness. She may just be exactly what you need in this situation.

     You had only first figured out the truth behind that girl not even three hours ago, and a plan had been forming in your head since then. You know you can't just kill her. Of course not! As wicked a mind might have to be to love Herobrine, you have the disadvantage here by being too nice to kill anyone without them trying to kill you first. And while she hasn't been the nicest, she doesn't seem to be any actual threat; just a misguided individual. You have, however, come up with a way to both mess with her, and get yourself out of there, even if just long enough to make sure your family is okay.. and that Herobrine hasn't broken his promise to you.

     Footsteps echo in the hallway. They sound quick, heavy, and stiff. Oh no. Your eyes widen, body squeezing behind a large beam that acts as pillars in the room, attached to the side of the walls themselves. Instinctively, you breathe much quieter. The footsteps turn the corner, walking in your general direction. Your eyes stay wide, unable to blink. If you are caught up this late, who knows what might happen? And if he is able to read from your mind what you are planning?- There would be no future hope of escaping.

     A casual hum enters your ears, as he steps with delighted footing, humming a happy tune to a song you don't quite recognize. He passes you by blissfully, you only catching a short momet to stare at his back on passing, before the other large 'beam' hides him as well....

     Fiewww! You gasp for more air once his humming is no longer heard, and his footsteps no longer present. For a moment, you wonder what kind of song someone like him would be humming. You still wait a while until you are absolutely certain he is gone, before stepping back out into the open hallway. Again, you lean on your back against the beam, and prepare yourself mentally again for Sandrah to show up.

     After a few minutes, you hear another set of footsteps, and by the time you turn, you see exactly who you have been waiting for.

     "You're up a little late." She says, noticing you the moment she turns the corner.

     "And you have a little something you have been hiding from the world." You lean further into the wall, subconsciously forcing yourself to chat casually instead of on edge or angered. You see the young lady's eyes shift to a hint of shock, but she plays it off well, probably hoping you are talking about something different. You realize that playing to this will further help you out, and you brighten your face with the intention of looking like you know everything, to a level that it looks like you know nothing. Reverse psychology, you could call it.

     "Wh-what are you talking about, exactly?" She questions, uneasy. Yeah, you definitely need to play along. She's just too tense. Quickly, you think of something that can be both accusive, and also make nothing but a pointless rumor at the same time.

     "..I know what your true intentions here are. You're a spy." Your smile is more or less just smeared across your face, hoping to cover up the terrible accusation. Sandrah scoffs.

     "Really? What proof do you have?" Her shoulders loosen as she smirks back at you. "And, um, why would you care anyways?"

     "I hold a loyalty to Herobrine you wouldn't understand." It just came out, but you hope it will get her on the offensive a little, making her weaken her defenses, therefore allowing you to hammer in your true points in the best possible way.

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