This is the end, Papa Acachalla thought.

As the mysterious red liquid rose up to the ankles of him, Gertrude, and Johnny, they all started to smell it. Gertrude sniffed. "It smells...I don't know what it smells like." she said. Johnny rolled his eyes. "That clears things up for SURE." The liquid was at almost at their knees, and Jimmy Casket was still singing that eerie song. What was so odd about it was that the liquid, this 'blood', wasn't hot like he said....

Not yet, Papa thought. It was going to get hot. Jimmy was going to cook us alive in this shlop.

Finally, Papa got tired of trying to figure out what it his. He dipped a finger in the red, which was now up to his waist, and licked it. Salty. Salty and pungent.

Blood for sure. Or was it fake? He couldn't tell. Of course, with all the people Jimmy killed, he might have just used the blood from the dead for this. Jimmy ended his little song, and laughed. "I can see you're all just DYING to find out what it is! AHAHAH! Eh, hehe. Well, I'll have you know thats 100% blood. Collected by Jimmy Casket! As you can ALSO see, that woman over there, Medusa? You can even tell she's bleeding! Look at all this blood! AHAHAH! Make's me happy....teehee!" he exclaimed. Papa Acachalla cursed. "This all started because I left home..."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong, Acachalla!" Jimmy taunted. "I didn't just choose random people to die in here. I choose you all for reasons...Or did I? I forgot. Ha!". "Listen" Johnny said. "If you're gonna cook us, can you at least do it at chest level? I don't want to taste the warm blood." He asked. Jimmy laughed. "Whatever you say. I think you'd like it farther up though" he said. Papa was confused. He wanted us to be farther?, he thought. Well, of course. He wanted us to drown...But this was a game. Why would he....Papa looked up at the ceiling, which was closer then ever.

A trapdoor. A marble trap door on the ceiling. How did he not see that. The blood, however, stopped pouring. "Wait!" Papa said. "We want it farther. "No we don't!". "Yes we do, Johnny". "But-" Johnny then saw the door at the ceiling. "Thats it Jimmy. Drown us. I don't want to be cooked alive in blood. I want to taste it while I die.", he lied. "Alright, whatever you say..." Jimmy said. Did he know what everyone was planning?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

The blood had rised up to Papa's forhead, but he had swam up. Gertrude and Johnny did the same. The blood WAS getting warmer...Jimmy had gotten impatient. As Gertrude grabbed the trapdoor, she threw it open and was ready to climb out. But, only a barrel was in the trapdoor. It was a cupboard? The barrel fell out and landed with a splash in the blood. Johnny rushed over and pryed it open with the machete. The top came off, and Papa reached inside it. Was it a life jacket?

Nope. A gun.

With...Three bullets?

Jimmy's cackles filled the filled chamber. "Did you, HAHA, Did you honestly think that was the way out? Wow!" he said. Gertrude let out a cry of rage, which was muffled by the blood gurgling in her mouth. "You have about....10 seconds to kill yourselves before you drown or get cooked! What will you choose?" he asked. Then Papa realized it. The gun wasn't for suicide. It was for....

He cocked the gun and aimed it at the submerged wall. *BAM*. Shot once. *BAM BAM*. Shot another three times. Suddenly, the blood in the room started to sink down through the hole in the wall. As they were lifted down by the liquid, their feet touched the floor. Jimmy cursed. "You figured it out....Oh well. I DO have better plans. By the way....You might want to check on the children..."

THE CHILDREN!

Gertrude ran accros the red floor over to the closed hole in the wall. She and Papa banged the wall with their fists until it collapsed. Sally, Billy and Maddie Friend were still in there, fine. Execpt for Maddie. She was twitching on the floor of the hole, foaming at the mouth, Sally and Billy were staring at her, not knowing what to do. "Oh my...That looks like an injection of some sort" Johnny said. Papa and Gertrude grabbed Maddie Friend by the arms and lifted her to the main room. Gertrude turned her over. She looked horrible. Pale skin, foaming mouth, and twitching body. Sally and Billy ran out of the hole. Billy and Sally both went and hugged Papa Acachalla and Gertrude. "Good to see you're all right", Gertrude said. "Right now, Mama needs to help Maddie". "Its okay, you don't have-" Billy started. "Yes, we do Billy. Maddie can't die!", Sally said. She looked over at Papa and Johnny. "Why are you covered in Kool-Aid?" she asked. Papa laughed. Johnny smiled. "Its nothing, sweetheart". Johnny walked over to where Gertrude was doing CPR on Maddie. "Thats unnecessary. That won't save her. You need an antidote. Or salt." Johnny said. Gertrude stopped her work. She blinked out a tear. "What are we going to do?", she asked. Sally tapped Gertrude on the shoulder, holding up a handfull of salt. Gertrude gasped "Sally, where did you get that?". Sally smiled. "I was saving it for Billy! He like salt, you know. But hurry up and take it!", she urged. Johnny gasped "NO!" he screamed.

He ran to Sally, grabbed her hand, and made it spill on the moist, bloody floor. He looked over at the almost dead Maddie. Johnny turned to look at Papa, who was looked shocked. He suddenly held up his machete, with a crazed look in his eyes, and charged after him. Papa sidestepped his tackle, forcing him to hit the wall. He shook his head and looked back at Papa, who was holding up a chunk of hard marble. "GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU NEED TO SETTLE DOWN! I don't want to throw this at you!", He yelled. Johnny kept on gasping for breath, staring at Papa. His eyes started to turn back normal. He dropped the machete and dropped to his knees. He started to weep. "H-He's con-controlling m-me...I can't help it. T-that g-girl is going to die", he sobbed. Gertrude had rested her head on Maddie's chest, crying. Sally and Billy were looking worried. Maddie had stopped twitching. Not another one. She can't die!, Papa thought.

He ran over to motionless Maddie. "Get off her", he told Gertrude. She obeyed. Papa started to push on her chest, up, down, up and down. Nothing was working. Johnny touched Papa's shoulder. "I know what can really save her.", he said. Papa shook off Johnny. "Get away. You know nothing." he said coldy. Johnny put his hand back. "I know because I injected her with the poison." he said softly. Papa stopped. He was about to turn around and punch him, but he decided to try to save a life instead, He stood up, grabbing Johnny by the shoulders. "Give me the antidote!", he cried. Johnny handed him a blue-filled syringe. Papa grabbed it, kneeled down to Maddie and thrust it into her forearm. "Come on, come on". Gertrude pleaded. "I hope she's alright! Please don't let her die...like...like my m-mommy..." Sally said, looking over at Medusa's body. Papa forgot about her body, but Sally had seen it. At least she wasn't crying. He turned back to Maddie. She wasn't moving still. He injected every last little drop from the needle, and waited for movemnt. "Please...Don't die, Maddie Friend...Don't die....Don't...." Papa whispered. Billy stepped forward. He sniffed "M-maddie, please don't-Please wake up. I'll sign your shirt...I promise!", Billy said. Johnny burried Billy in his arms. Sally grabbed Gertrude's arm. "Do...not....die...on....me.....DON'T DIE ON ME!" Papa screamed. As if Maddie heart him, she suddenly jerked. Her eyes opened with a start. Gertrude cheered. Sally jumped in the air with glee. Maddie looked over at Papa. "Y-you saved m-me?", she asked. Papa nodded. "With the help of Johnny and Gertrude". Maddie looked over at Johnny. "Why did you poison me sir?", she asked, surprisingly clear of hate. He shook his head. "He told me too. Jimmy did. I am so, so sorry." he said. Maddie nodded. "It's okay", she said. Gertrude helped Maddie to her feet. They all looked around the crimson stained room. Billy whimpered. "I want to go home". Papa snickered. "Don't we all?". The speaker crackled with static. "This game sure is fun! Too bad my potion didn't work at miss green shirt...Oh well. I have just one more plan. I call it 'Lone Survivor'. I think you know where it is going! Haha!" Jimmy said happily.

We do know where this is going, Papa thought

He's going to make us all fight for our freedom.