Jerome Valeska was crazy. There was no doubt about it. Sick, sadistic, evil. But, he wasn't always like it.
"You're crazy," Sam whimpers, trying to push herself away from me. The handcuffs don't exactly help her.
I press my lips against her cheek, s...
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JAW-fucking-LINE
It could cut corners wtf
Oh, and another
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The lil smile :')
Anyway,
here we goooooooo (that old Disney theme tune in background after Peter Pan shouts that, damn childhood memories.)
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Jeremiah's P.O.V
I lead the others through the maze, knowing exactly where to go.
"The maze is built on a hundred acres. There are seventy-three dead ends. I once invited some of the top maze designers in the country to try to solve it. One did. It took him three days."
"How much further?" Gordon asks.
"Not far," I reply. "We've reached the final switchback point."
"If I knew this thing was a hundred acres, I would've stopped and got a sandwich before we came," I hear Bullock say.
I step around the corner, only to spot someone on the opposite end of the hall.
"Ecco. Oh, thank God you're okay," I walk towards her.
"Hey, hey, hey. She's hypnotised!"
Before I can react, she kicks me in the stomach and pushes me over.
I groan, looking up to see her push Sam to the floor, along with Harvey and Jim.
I stand up, "Ecco. It's me. It's me!"
She grabs me, placing an arm around my back and pushing me forwards.
