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A lawyer understands the ins and outs of the law. He knows how to play by the rules and how to twist them towards his own advantage.
Yet they should also know how to frame themselves as rule abiding when they are not.
Truely, it would not be too difficult for him to make it so the butcher fell out the window into the sight of the hunter. While he remained safe upon the second floor of the abandoned hospital.
Another piece of revenge for Martha.
It was just the two of them left. Miss Sweetheart and 'lucky guy' had already been eliminated.
The hunter prowled beneath them. Moving back and forth. Searching for them.
She held onto her chest with hands forever stained with blood.
Being near her made him sick.
...
Didn't it?
You need to rest it for a few days
The same blood marked hands bandaging his wounds as they hid away from the hunter
Her eyes told him she knew what he was doing. That detective finally completing his diary revealed it all to them.
She didn't say anything. Merely kept Miss Sweetheart away from him.
Not that he would do anything to her. She and 'Lucky' were the only two he liked.
He had rescued her once or twice. The hunter was gone. Their best chance at winning the match was to keep as many of them alive.
He had left her behind when he could. She had killed Martha . Of course he would-
The last match where he had saved her even tho he had been at the gate did not count-
His hands gripped into the map. Making a brief sound. Her head darted towards him as he quickly loosened. Their eyes slowly turning towards the hunter.
Brief fear pierced their hearts as they stared down. The hunter stood there. Before marching off again. Their heart beats began to relax. The purple glow remained but had grown weaker.
If she fell down now the hunter would still find her. Then likely chase her and chair her. Of which he would then be able to escape through the dungeon.
They had two ciphers left. Unless there was a miracle it was unlikely they would escape.
But he did nothing.
He did nothing .
Nothing.
He was tired.
He loved Martha. Time and time again. Over and over he had subtly carried out revenge in this eternal cycle of this hellish game.
Yet he did nothing. Instead once they were sure the hunter was gone they jumped down together. Went over to the nearest cipher. In a vain attempt tried to decode as fast as they could.
He had grown tired of revenge.
A hated contradiction.
Why wasn't he still angry. Why. Why did he feel this way.
He should make Emily Dyer- No Lydia Jones suffer for all eternity. Die a hundred deaths.
But he couldn't care enough to do so anymore.
She had already died... he didn't recall how many. They all flew past in his mind.
She never spoke a word. Only gave him a knowing look.
The hunter found them.
Emily went down first. The hunter dragged her to the chair.
He could go and leave her. Find the dungeon.
....
'Don't move I'm coming!'
...
Results:
Loss
Less then two survivors escaped.
None escaped.
Miss Sweetheart and 'Lucky' had already returned to the manor.
He and Emily were left alone in the post match room. Hell Ember would arrive soon. He headed to leave.
"Mr Riley." She said. "Why did you-"
"If I escaped we still would have lost. It was more beneficial to try and gain a victory, however unlikely then a secured escape."
"Is that so?" She questioned. His back was still turned to her.
"Yes. Of course. I haven't forgiven you Lydia. But my priority is surviving this game and escaping this manor with my mind intact." He folded up his map. "The hunter will be returning soon. And Miss Woods may have 'lucky' with her but that roach is still there."
"Yes. Yes." She rushed past him. She looked back at him. Eyes filled with conflicting emotions. Before she ran towards the survivors lobby.
Hell Ember's thundering footsteps came behind him.
Freddy ran.
Forgiveness was not a necessity in cooperation.