"Upon reaching the top of the staircase, I am surprised to what is shown ahead of us in reaching the top floor"....there we're more students, dead as the others we're; however they we're stitched together, their limbs conjoined, their faces melded into a abomination of agony, on a pile of dead bodies it stood, a puppet of human flesh; its' face of two discoloured eyes, the hair pulled out of its' roots like a used doll, and the eerie stitched smile it beared when we reached the top floor, there was a segment in the pile of the bodies like a tunnel, "What the hell?" I wonder, why is that even there?
Suddenly there is a clicking noise, the sound of a t.v. is going off somewhere. Huitzilopochtil? I ponder to myself, this "thing" is blocking the only way across, I look back at the steps we climbed to reach this top floor and they are all but decay, due to the bombings previously, and our weight. I than look back at Slyvie, she is absolutely terrified, as if the slightest pinch or hint of further death can turn her to the edge of-- I stop myself from thinking about that thought.
"H..hey...where's that buzzing sound coming from?" I hear more conversation from Slyvie, I respond to her question with a answer I think might suffice to answer her question; "Most likely a old t.v". "Ok, but why is a t.v. on in this time?" she shakes as she continues talking. I look around the room; hoping to find a t.v. with huitzilopochtil's face, or rather what I believe to be a mask on a screen.
After glancing and observing the hallway we are in, I find no t.v.; however, there is a single closet that has a lock on it, I noticed that on the way up these stairs. I wonder how am I going to open it? What is inside of it? Would the T.V be in there? And than I remember the art tool I retrieved from the art room.
-[Jonathan uses shrapnel knife on lock]-
I use the shrapnel knife as a lock pick, I have no experience with lock picking; but I can tell something is usual with this lock, after playing around with the lock it opens up; however not the closet, but a door somewhere. The noise the door came from the flesh-filled tunnel.
The thought surrounds my head; "We are going to have to go through that..."tunnel" to reach what I think is a door on the other side.
The intercom suddenly comes on.
"Dear Jonathan, you may be wondering to yourself; who does all these murdering's in this little school me or Seward, think long and hard about it; and let me give you a piece of advice; in this world, beauty as many call it is nothing but a worthless layer people add to themselves to feel as if they belong in the world, they act as if that since they carry "beauty" they are above all, that they for the sole fact of living, believe people should obey them to get their so-called "love"; its' sad really, all those castrated faces on that abomination, its' too bad they couldn't understand the wonders life has in store for many, whom choose to live not neglectful of life, but fond of it; the area in which you are in will detonate within ten minutes; lets' see if you can find your way out of this hell hole of a hallway, before you blow up"
The intercom turns off.
Was that, Huitzilopochtil? I don't know, but I look around the room, I don't see any signs of a bomb; however I rather not believe it to be a bluff. I look at Slyvie, she doesn't know what to do; I can't blame her, I just got lucky I haven't died previously in these sickening puzzles.
Ten minutes remain, and I have to figure out where this damn key is, before we blow up. I'll beat your puzzle Huitzilopochtil, I have done it two times, I can do it a third time!
I have ten minutes, ten minutes to find and get this key to get me and slyvie out of this hallway and proceed onto finding a damn exit out of this pit of deathly infestations; ten minutes, that's more than enough time! I will beat this puzzle, and I'll get out with everyone, we will all live in the end of this, I swear to myself, and to those whom are currently alive with me, I won't let either Slyvie or Isaac die!
Time to do this; I embark along with Slyvie to the tunnel of flesh; here we go, not going to stop now. we both enter the flesh-filled tunnel.
10 : 00 [Minutes until detonation] [Time begins now]
"Who is Huitzilopochtil?"
End of part X