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Chapter 19 - Chapter Nineteen - Contracts

Contract

I hereby state for the record that I, Rosie Greenhall, agree to participate as an actor in upcoming plays. I acknowledge that my participation in these plays will guarantee a reward that can be chosen after a successful performance. In order for the actor to participate in the upcoming play - The Maze - we will need their approval on accepting a prop that will allow them to perform their role properly.

Do you agree with these terms ?

Yes No

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Contract

I hereby state for the record that I, Adam Braughter, agree to participate as an actor in upcoming plays. I acknowledge that my participation in these plays will guarantee a reward that can be chosen after a successful performance. In order for the actor to participate in the upcoming play - The Maze - we will need their approval on accepting a prop that will allow them to perform their role properly.

Do you agree with these terms ?

Yes No

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Contract

I hereby state for the record that I, Stephan Felas, agree to participate as an actor in upcoming plays. I acknowledge that my participation in these plays will guarantee a reward that can be chosen after a successful performance. In order for the actor to participate in the upcoming play - The Maze - we will need their approval on accepting a prop that will allow them to perform their role properly.

Do you agree with these terms ?

Yes No

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Henry Allcott

I looked over to Isaac as we stood on the wide stairs leading to a massive building composed of a stone similar in appearance to that of marble. The building looked like a replica of old greek and roman structures, but it's sudden appearance in London made me wary of the building. Indistinct voices broke their way through the downpour, police officers had cautioned off the area around, only allowing Jacob, me, Isaac and Levin to enter and that was only due to our apparent knowledge of the situation. The government was taking this as more of a threat now as Sebastian's warning of changing times has now dawned on them. Ash fell alongside the rain as the inferno originating from the toppled Shard reached for the black clouds above. Water parted my hair, causing me to brush it to the side. I breathed out and in, my memory reminding me of how close we had gotten to dying. As I blinked, I saw Jacob's mangled mass clinging to life and looked upon him with concern. His eyes burnt as strong as the fire from the wreckage, but his hands shook and he clasped them tightly together.

"Hey man, are you okay?" I asked Jacob, placing a comforting hand on his back, he suddenly tensed from my touch.

"Yeah," he muttered back, sounding unsure. His hands still shook and he moved them into his pockets, probably noticing my gaze on them. "I'm fine Henry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I, I -" he looked defeated as he spoke, but I had seen him like this before, not this bad, but this was a problem.

"Look, you should-"

"Don't finish that sentence Henry, I, I know what you are about to say, I thought that I could push these feelings aside, but, that pain." I was unsure whether his tears were his, or caused by the rain, but I didn't say anything. "It-" I heard Levin start to speak, but his voice was instantly cut off by Isaac.

"Jacob, if you think you should go in there, then that is up to you, this time, I will be there to help you." Jacob stepped forward.

"It's fine, It's fine, don't worry Henry, this time it will be different."

"Jacob," He ignored me as he made his way up the stairs.

"What's his deal?" Levin asked and it took a conscious effort not to make an angry retort.

"He faced a lot of pain in that first trial, you saw what he had been reduced to."

"So what, I had been flayed alive, crushed to death, burnt, all those sensations were much worse than whatever he had been through, I felt everything, I actually died." Levin was oddly calm as he spoke. "I actually died for fucks sake."

"Your power is just different to his," Isaac stated. "Your deaths were quick, his pain however, was not."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but Isaac just waved his hand.

"We should really get going. If those things close, then we won't be able to go in." Isaac made his way up the stairs, shortly followed by Levin. I sighed aloud, then joined them in the entryway.

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Contract

I hereby state for the record that I, Rachel Dellaras, agree to participate as an actor in upcoming plays. I acknowledge that my participation in these plays will guarantee a reward that can be chosen after a successful performance. In order for the actor to participate in the upcoming play - The Maze - we will need their approval on accepting a prop that will allow them to perform their role properly.

Do you agree with these terms ?

Yes No

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Jason Krivet

Hans was still unconscious, but he was breathing at least. I carefully moved his body over to the walls, propping him against it. We had been transported to a square piece of land, surrounded by four walls, the center of each containing a door, each door a different colour than the others, red, blue, green and black. The corroded stone of the walls had long since been claimed by a network of writhing tendrils of green that ran down the walls and across the floor. They felt moist and warm to the touch which caused shivers to run down my spine. Above was a roof of the same old stone that was devoid of the green vines. The underground room would've been cast in pitch black if it weren't for the four thick candles that stood in each corner, atop twisted stools of metal. The purple of the flames flickered but held strong in the windless room. The heat from the candle didn't produce much heat, causing me to cup my hands to stop them from feeling numb.

"Where the fuck?" I spun to the voice, he was an older gentleman, grey hair and wrinkled skin led me to believe that he was in his mid sixties. His posture and the small scars on his skin led me to believe he was like me, a soldier. He wore a plain black t-shirt, blue jeans, trainers and a black coat, the apparel seemed to not suit him. "You, Where are we?" He pointed a long finger at me, hazel eyes bore into me and I tried my hardest not to wilt under the gaze. He reminded me of my drill sergeant and I unconsciously straightened my posture.

"I don't know, I entered that building and found myself here, you?"

"Same," he wandered over, his gait confident and I tried my best to look as non-threatening as possible. As he reached me, he extended his hand, "Harley." I shook it with a smile.

"Jason," I pointed over to the still unconscious form of Hans, "He's Hans."

"Hans," Harley stroked his chin with the same hand that had just shook mine, "German?"

"Yeah, we both are, why does that matter?"

"It doesn't, I'm just surprised at how well you are speaking English."

"Wait English?"

"Nationality doesn't matter here," I spun to the new voice, I recognised the man, but couldn't place him. "To us, you are speaking English, to you we are speaking German, it's to ensure we can all understand each other here."

"You seem to know what is going on, what is this place?" I asked, as three more figures faded into existence after the taller man.

"Its what is called a theatre, we need to work together," the tall man stalked forwards, "I'm Jacob," he pointed to the figures behind him with his thumb, "Isaac, Levin and Henry,"

"Hey," the teenager, Levin, muttered, waving.

"Jason."

"Harley." We all exchanged names once more, but as soon as we did so, more figures faded into existence around us, some kept to themselves, some joined the conversation we had and others formed smaller groups. No one seemed to panic, everyone was too calm, which put me on edge. The man, introduced to us as Isaac, was searching his pockets before removing a piece of gilded paper.

"Typical," he stated under his breath, not noticing my gaze.

"What is?" I asked and as he looked up, he looked like he had seen a ghost, colour seemingly drained from him as his eyes fell on mine. That gaze of his was that of conflict and harrowing despair, I had seen it many times, but under that first impression was a determination. He shook himself from the stupor, showing me the piece of paper. It showed only a single word.

Escape.