A/N: The Malo part here, and also the end of the oil gag. Also the shortest part. The hidden goodie in this part is Daniel's letter to Monsieur Florbelle. Remember when he mentioned writing to people about the Orbs? It is in the room where you find the lever to open the door - and release Malo in the process. It's on the top shelf partially hidden by a box sitting on top of it. Enjoy!
Amnesia: Justine (c) Frictional Games
~CHAPTER THREE~
Leaning against the door, she slid to the floor and didn't move, catching her breath. Was Justine using her as a scapegoat to satisfy the twisted men?
Getting up, she trudged towards the phonograph, once more turning the crank.
"I'm sure you have figured out how it all works by now." She had a pretty good idea, if anything. "Are you enjoying my quips? I think they are quite clever."
"Certainly not!" she huffed.
"Not that I was ever much of a conversationalist," Justine remarked. "Poetry has always been my forte."
"It certainly shows," she muttered under her breath.
"But I digress," Justine continued. The woman could read a smile in her voice. "You should press on. It will all be over soon." She certainly hoped so. "Also," Justine added, "the police are here. Maybe they can help you."
The police!? Eagerly, she pushed the door open, hoping to see officers of the law, but only saw a door and a bunch of water. No wonder that wretched woman had a prison in the upper levels. The Dungeon was flooded!
She carefully stepped in, the bottom of her skirt instantly becoming waterlogged. Venturing in, she saw and heard machinery running. It seems, with the pattern of saving people, she would need to tamper with it to save whoever she needed to save in this part of the test. Seeing a door, she waded along, moving as quickly as she could in the water to save time. Busted pipes steamed above her as she reached another storage room with an adjoining room behind it. Deciding to be thorough, she checked everywhere in the two storage rooms, only to find a lever and an unopened letter.
Once again, the letter was addressed to Monsieur Florbelle, from an Englishman named Daniel, who claimed to be a friend and colleague of Herbert. Whoever this Daniel fellow was, she could read extreme worry into his writing over some orb he found while in Algeria and having lost contact with Herbert. She considered possibly writing back to the man once she escaped, but seeing the letter was dated 1839, it would be useless.
Wading back to the main area, she noticed a portculis door and what do you know? There was a missing lever to raise it. Too simple. She replaced the lever, then raised it up. As soon as she had, another raspy growl resonated in the flooded room, along with a rather creepy laugh. No need to guess who this man had to be. Malo.
She quickly entered the room, then pulled the lever on the other side to close it, hoping it would hold the former musician back. It was clear she would need to be quick in this part if she was to save the man she had yet to encounter.
The water wasn't shallow enough to run very fast, but at least she could run. The woman went down another flooded corridor, only to reach a dead end, a cogwheel sitting on the table. With a quick glance around to make sure she missed nothing, she grabbed the cogwheel and bolted as fast as she could in the water, Malo's pounding on the door filling her with adrenalin to get moving. Peering into the room she was running to, she could see machinery. This cogwheel must belong there! And right she was as she placed the cogwheel on the empty spoke.
As she ran to another portculis door, the pounding intensified, and she feared Malo would actually break the door down and get her. Soon the door caved and Malo came rushing to her, laughing maniacally. Gasping in terror, she raised the lever just enough for her to squeeze under, then quickly shut it again.
"Hide and seek, hide and seek," Malo mused in a singsong voice behind the door, then began to pound at it.
The woman, panting in fear, quickly noticed the man she had to save, Justine's words coming to mind about the police. He must be a police officer! He was blindfolded and chained to the wall, the door to his cell completely raised. She needed to close it and fast! Running over, she turned the wheel controlling his cell door as quickly as she could, closing it and leaving him completely safe from the deranged man who pounded furiously at the door. Another door at the opposite side of the room served as her exit and she rushed to it, turning the wheel, but it would only open a little bit.
The door behind her suddenly caved. "I see you."
Gasping, she crouched under the door, slipping through and quickly pulling the lever on the other side, shutting it before Malo could get through.
"Come out," Malo said, "you'll like what I have planned." He then proceded to pound at the door.
Not wanting to risk a single moment, she climbed up the stairs and bolted as fast as her legs could carry her, jumping over boxes. Malo had busted through again and gave chase. "Justine, let me taste you!"
I'd rather you not! she thought. Mercifully, the door to the Crypt was just ahead. She grabbed her lantern, accepting that she was not going to be given any oil for it, and chucked it at Malo's head, momentarily stunning him. Seizing the opportunity, she rushed in and slammed the door behind her. She was glad these kinds of doors were really strong. Malo could not get her now.