"You passed all my tests except for this one, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. I may either be amused by your lack of skill on not finding me or disappointed. Still you have to find me and if you do, you will survive or pay the consequences." The talking dummy said with the voice of John Kramer. "I am giving you 15 minutes to once again find me. Solve and survive."
As the recording from the dummy stopped, it turned its ugly head with the red eyes to Mrs. Hudson. Kramer's voice continued from the dummy, "Don't let me forget you, Mrs. Hudson. A lady who spends her days owning a land that was once a crackhouse. You deserve to do this just as much as the two who are living on your owned land." It turned its head back at Sherlock and I to say, "Now gentlemen and the lady, begin!"
The same childish laughter rang from the dummy as it pedaled away from us. Mrs. Hudson was holding her breath the entire time as her face was getting all purple from lack of oxygen. I said, "Breathe."
She breathed for what seemed like many minutes and I continued to pat her upper back and said, "There. Breathe nice and deep."
A ding came from inside the room we were in. I turned my head to where it was coming from and regretted knowing. It was coming from the man-size dummy that still sat on the chair behind the desk. If only I didn't look around!
"John, Mrs. Hudson, we need to leave right now. The game is on!" Sherlock exclaimed as he was gesturing us with his arm swinging from outward to inward. So, I put both my hands on Mrs. Hudson's shoulders to help her move along. She was deeply petrified from the dummy. I could just see she was wide-eyed with terror just looking at the ugly dummy talking to us like that. It just had to may have contained a recording inside the wooden head along with a remote control. I heaved in a long breath of air then let it out as we were following Sherlock who was excitedly moving along. I rolled my eyes behind him as Mrs. Hudson was weakly stepping carefully from still having her nerves tensing up from the terror. I just hope there wasn't more terror to await us.
Sherlock stepped along to where the little dummy was. I knew we were going backwards instead of forwards. Now I was beginning to wonder if going back to where we were was even worth it. I asked, "Sherlock, shouldn't we go through the door from the room we just went in instead of going back?"
"My dear Watson, I apologize that we aren't going forwards. It's just that I have a feeling there is a passageway in that dark hallway from where we first met the white faced dummy. We could've missed it in the darkness. So wish I could see in the dark."
"Well, we could always just try to find a flashlight." I suggested that even though it was hopeless. I knew for a fact that I haven't seen one flashlight so I unclasped my hands from Mrs. Hudson's shoulders and went back to where the man-sized dummy was. I looked in the desk drawers to see if there happened to be one. I looked at the top of the two drawers from the right side. It didn't have anything but a paper clip. Then I tried the second bottom drawer, but instead of finding anything I got a big surprise. Five roller saw blades were pressed neatly together in the drawer. They were somehow on and rolling fast inside without making a noise. Accidently, I had put my right hand over the tips of the sawblades. I screamed out loud then pulled my hand back away from the drawer then pushed it back in. The scream sounded from the next room where Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson was. Sherlock dashed over and pulled his scarf over his head. He already knew that my hand was still bleeding.
"Hey I got you! Hold still while I put this on." Sherlock said as he tied his worn out scarf over my hand. I couldn't speak as the pain singed through my muscles. It was so hard to actually say anything to him so I nodded my head. It's a bit surprising how he came to help me out. I sighed with relief, yet was a bit nervous since Sherlock had his dry blood on the scarf. This could mean that my hand could get infected. Still, it was okay that he did do it so there wouldn't be any dust or dirt getting on the fresh cut wounds. Now that we had only 11 minutes, I felt it was my fault on searching for a flashlight to help us out.
"Sherlock..." I tried to say. Mrs. Hudson crouched in front of me and put a finger on my lips. She said quietly, "Now don't say a word, John. It'll only hurt worse if you speak. Now let me help you."
She grabbed my arm and put it over her shoulders then she stood up slowly with a few grunts. Mrs. Hudson remarked, "John, you are so heavy for me!"
I chuckled a little, but was met with pain. Deciding to help her, I stood up with her then we finally walked to where Sherlock was patiently waiting. Sherlock said, "Let's get on with it. We don't have all the time in the world."
He pressed on as he opened the door that I had shut. Then he stayed by the door to wait for us. He was rolling his eyes as we slowly went through. Though, Sherlock stayed as polite as he could to not force us to go faster. For that, we had ten minutes to find John Kramer again. If Sherlock was right on the other passageway that we missed, then I would be glad. This time, I didn't feel like using my fist since my hand was brutally cut.