By Bella Miller
Jason fell onto his bed and sighed. “Feels good to relax for a second,” Jason said. He sat up and looked around. Everything was where he left it. If anyone had been in here, they wouldn’t have found anything unless they knew where to look. He walked over to his desk and pulled out the last drawer, and emptied its contents. He pulled out the false bottom and took out his prized guns—twin pistols. Military-grade high-caliber pistols Jessie could only dream of. He then loaded them with his special bullets.
“I miss you girls. Time to go for a walk,” Jason placed them in his holsters and changed his clothes. He took out his special uniform the knights wore for training missions. “Hopefully, the others will find theirs. Then again, they may not fit them. I guess that’s not my problem.” Slipping his shirt over his chest, Jason looked over at his mirror. “I can only imagine what Emily’s going to say. I just hope she’ll hear me out.”
Suddenly the door to his room started to open, and Jason quickly pulled out one of his pistols. “If you don’t want to die, then say something,” He demanded.
“It’s me!” Ronda said, cracking the door. “I wanted to see if you were ready. Sorry.”
Jason rolled his eyes and opened the door. Ronda stood there with Rose’s sword on her back. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing Rose’s training boots and pants. Both had a blue heart on the side. Her shirt was a black tank top with a skull on the front. “Talk about a customer change,” Jason laughed.
“You’re one to talk. I found this in her closet. You were right. She didn’t have much in there. I found this smaller sword in the closet too. It’s much easier to use. I see you found your guns.”
“I did,” Jason smirked. “You sure you’re ready for this? I’m guessing you’ve never killed anyone before. These guards will try to kill you on sight. Hesitation means death. If you pull out that sword, make sure it goes back bloody,” Jason said, shutting his door.
“I…know. I need to be ready for anything. I’m not a killer, but I refuse to die. Not until I find Jasper, at least.”
“We will. That’s the easy part. I know where he is, but getting him out is going to be a different story. Lance was hellbent on getting his hands on him. He’s not going to let Jasper go without a fight.” Jason started walking back towards the elevator. Ronda followed beside him.
“Then that’s what we give him,” Ronda said, grabbing the hilt of the sword.
“Remember what I said. Only touch that if you mean to use it.”
“Why do you think I touched it?” Ronda said.
Jason smiled. “I’m liking you more and more. Jasper better treat you right. I feel bad for the poor fool who thinks they can get one over on you.”
“Jasper would never. He’s a dummy but really sweet. The only thing that annoys me is his lame jokes. We disagree, sure, but he’s never done me wrong. Then I find out he wants to marry me. No way I’ll let some insane King take him away from me. I love that idiot,” Ronda said, blushing.
“I looked at his profile. He’s here because he loves you too. Love makes us do some stupid stuff. I know that too well. I got my damage control to do when we get back. I don’t even know if she still wants to marry me. I hope so, but I understand if she won’t. I want her to know that what she saw during the punishment game wasn’t the real me. It wasn’t the man she fell in love with. I doubt she will believe me about the drug Lance made us take. I don’t even know the name of the **** thing. He never told us.”
Jason stopped and looked around. He took out both of his pistols and aimed in front of him. “I know you’re there. Come out. Trust me; you don’t want me to drag you out.”
“Hold on! Wait, it’s me. Don’t shoot, Jason!” Queen Kate stepped out from behind a column.
“What are you doing here?” Jason asked coldly.
“I saw you guys on the cameras. I wanted to help. Lance has gone mad. Madder than he was before. You’d be running into a death trap.” Kate looked over to Ronda. “Who’s she?”
“Doesn’t matter. Why should we trust you? How do I know you’re not stalling?” Jason asked.
“I don’t want to be a part of this. Have you seen the massacre in the game building? It looks like a battlefield. Only a few players are alive up there. Not many but a handful. Lance sent blanks up there to kill the rest. I tried to call them off, but they won’t listen.” Kate took off her mask, and her long red hair fell out. Her green eyes locked on them with sincerity. “I want to help you guys.”
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