A door, down the hall from the girls, had begun to open. Abbey and Lina looked at the door with equally horrifying expressions. They had…
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Lina had continued her search for Abbey and Zoe. She hated the feeling of being alone and was even more frightened at the fact that she had no way of protecting herself. The only item that she decided to keep on her person, after escaping the murderer, was her mirror that had provided her light in the dark rooms. She didn't need the mirror at the moment, due to the torches that were already lit in the massive corridor. She kept the little mirror in her back pocket as she searched the length of the hall at a cautious, but steady, pace.
Lina kept watching over her shoulder, making sure that the killer wouldn't sneak up behind her and perform another surprise attack on her. She stayed closer to the walls, in hopes that it would give her enough cover from the black holes that hid the murderer's eyes. She started to wonder how the killer had even known where to find them, and why he decided to kill her boyfriend.
How did the psychopath get into the building if Mr. Evans was the only person who knew the whereabouts of the keys? Did the killer know another way in? Was he stalking them since they first arrived? Did the owner of the building have anything to do with any of it? Was the killer someone they knew?
All types of questions ran wild in Lina's mind as she walked down the corridor. She was at a loss for ideas and couldn't come up with any clues on how the horror even started. She felt that finding Abbey and Zoe would help her get some answers quicker than what her mind would be able to come up with.
"Abbey and Zoe would know what to do, and they are probably with Mr. Evans right now!" Lina said to herself. She walked down the hall for a few more minutes before a huge wave of fear washed over her, and she began to sweat. She realized that if she happened to cross paths with the robed killer before getting with the others, then she would lose her life for certain. The only thing she had as a lifesaver was her speed.
Lina just hoped that she would be faster than the killer was because there was no way she could fight off the psychopath on her own. She really wished that she would have taken the offer to attend self-defense classes when her father had offered it to her. At that time, she was too focused on how long it took her to apply her make-up and how the stinky sweat, that she would get from moving a lot, would ruin it.
She realized that being the pretty girl didn't help much in a life-threatening situation. Judging from the way that the killer ran at her with the knife, she knew that he didn't care for who was the prettiest. He had another reason for his murderous rampage, and she felt that it involved the death of her and all of her classmates. Whatever the case, she did not want to figure it out alone.
Lina became angry. She was very frustrated at not being able to defend herself and wanted nothing more than for Emmet to be by her side. Even Emmet wasn't able to save himself from the killer, and that made her hope of survival wane with each passing thought. Emmet was the strongest out of all of them, and he was overpowered by the psychopathic-robed killer. That made her wonder if Mr. Evans met the killer yet, and if he did, did he survive? Was he aware that one of his classmates was dead, and that there could be three more bodies lying around?
Lina wasn't sure if Braylon was dead or not, but she still felt terrible for leaving him. She had witnessed him being thrown across the room, like a ragdoll, and his head bashing into the clay model that she adored so much. He went limp on impact, and it was hard for her to notice if he was still breathing or not, due to all of the commotion that immediately followed. The lunatic murdered her boyfriend in front of her, and then attacked her. She was lucky that Emmet had discovered the secret door behind the bookshelf. Otherwise, she would have most likely joined her deceased boyfriend in his walk to the afterlife.
She told herself that she couldn't die. Lina regretted not doing all that she could to help the boys that saved her life. She was too scared and caught off guard at the time of the attack, but she promised that she would never let her guard down again. Lina vowed that she would get revenge on the killer, for taking the only guy she'd ever loved, even if it was the last thing she did before leaving the gallery. First, she would have to get herself a weapon, anything that would cause a serious amount of damage to a mortal being. 'I hope he's mortal', she thought.
Looking around the hallway, Lina could see that the only item that she could potentially use as a weapon was the torches that were lit afire on the walls. They were arm's length, and she would be able to hold them easily. That was if she didn't have the fear of being burned alive. Fire would be a great weapon, but making one mistake with the torch could set her own self ablaze. Lina didn't want a weapon that she would be afraid of using, given that she had already never been in a physical altercation, not a day in her life. She wanted something that would not give her too much of an issue to carry, but would also cause a lot of pain to the killer.
Lina looked at a closed-door on the opposite wall from where she currently stood. The door was made of wood, and it had intricate patterns engraved into every corner of it. She didn't realize how beautifully designed the doors were, before being forced to try to find her teacher and an exit door to the art gallery. She noticed that the door was locked by a padlock that was identical to the one that she had seen earlier. An idea instantly came into her mind. If she could get into one of the rooms, then she would more than likely find a weapon that was suitable for her.
She decided that the door would give her too much trouble, without even trying to open it. Lina felt that if she paid close enough attention, then she would find a door, along the corridor, that wouldn't be sealed shut by a lock. She would stop at the first room that she could find that wasn't sealed shut by a metal lock. She kept moving, but slower this time, watching out for an unlocked door as she went. She'd passed by a total of four locked doors on both sides of the hall with no luck. That didn't make her lose any hope though. Lina knew that she would eventually find a door with a fault in it, so she continued her search.
The end of the hall was coming nearer, and Lina could see that there were only six more doors ahead of her. From where she stood, she noticed that the center door on the opposite wall had a small amount of light shining, into the hall, from the bottom of the doorframe. That was new to Lina, considering that the foot of all of the other doors was dark. She moved further down the corridor until she was standing directly across from the door with light. She observed the spot where a padlock would have been, but she could see that there wasn't any. The door was unlocked!
The feeling of seeing an unlocked door was bittersweet to her, even though it was exactly what she was looking for. On the sweet end, she could find a weapon that would be very intimidating, enough to the point that she wouldn't even have to use it. On the bitter end, the killer could have already been in the room, waiting for the next person to walk into his trap. She knew that she had to make a decision. Anything would be better than standing in the middle of an opened hallway, defenseless, with a crazed murderer on the loose. Lina looked at the end of the hall and decided that she really didn't know what awaited her around those corners.
"This may be my last chance," Lina said before putting her attention on the unlocked door. She looked behind her to see if the killer was still out of sight. He was; there was no indication that he was following her whatsoever. She hoped that he was still trying to figure out how to open the secret bookshelf Emmet discovered. That would give her enough time to equip herself with a weapon and hopefully find the other girls. Lina looked left and right once more before pushing her backside from the wall and running across the hall to the closed door. She twisted the knob and pushed it open slowly.
When the door was wide enough for her to see the entire room, she breathed a sigh of relief. The room was almost empty save for a very old table, that supported a good amount of wooden figurines, in the center of the room. The figurines looked like miniature people, and they were all the length of her pinky finger. Underneath the table, there was a dusty toolbox. There were two statues of a man and a woman, that she wasn't familiar with, in the far left corner of the room. Finally, in the far right corner, there was a chair with an article of clothing folded neatly onto it.
Lina walked into the room, closing the door behind her so that she wouldn't be in plain sight. She made a beeline towards the toolbox underneath the table and pulled it out from the table. Dust flew around her face, making her swat at the air before covering her face with her shirt collar. She wiped a massive amount of dust off of the toolbox with the palm of her hand and frowned in disgust at the layers of dirt. Clearing the dirt revealed the handle for the opening of the box. She unfastened the lock and opened it.
Inside the box, there was only a handful of rusted nails, a slotted screwdriver, and a rusted hammer. She picked up the hammer and inspected it. She was a pretty girl, but she knew that a hammer was supposed to have weight to it. The hammer she held felt lighter than most necklaces that she wore. It was useless! She placed it back into the box and ignored the rusted nails. She picked up the last thing that was left, the screwdriver.
Lina bent the tip of the tool, and the material bent at her will. The copper was so weak that it didn't look like it had even been a metal before. Lina closed her eyes and balled her fists around the screwdriver.
"Dammit!" Lina seethed through her teeth before tossing the two pieces of the screwdriver back into the box. She got up, ditching the box altogether, before wiping her hands on her pants. She was starting to get worried from being alone with no defense for so long. It had been at least an hour since she'd last seen anyone, alive, and the feeling of her impending death was growing stronger. She looked around the room to see if maybe there was something that she had missed. Her eyes scanned the room until they met the chair with the piece of clothing.
"Wait a minute!" Lina whispered in shock. The color on, what looked to be, the jacket was very familiar to her. She walked over to the clothing and picked it up, confirming her suspicions. It was a jacket! It was the jacket that she had thought it was. Mr. Evans?!! The article of clothing belonged to no one other than her beloved art teacher, Mr. Evans. Lina dropped the jacket and placed her hand over her chest. All sorts of questions entered her mind at once.
Why was Mr. Evan's jacket in this room?! Was he okay? Does he know what is going on? Where is he? Lina didn't even get a chance to think of a reasonable answer to any of her questions before her thoughts were interrupted by a chilling scream.
Lina heard the pleading cry of fear coming from the hall. She flinched and her heart started beating rapidly. Her eyes widened as she quickly recognized the voice behind the scream. Her legs became jelly as she felt helpless once again. That scream could only mean one thing. That was the type of scream a person gave when their life was in danger. Unfortunately for her, she knew whose life it was in danger at the moment.
It was Zoe's!...
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