This corpse was strangely powerful, keeping a firm hold upon her as it groaned and dragged her away. Artemis could not believe this was happening to her, and although she tried to struggle, it held a knife to her throat. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blade as she let out a scream.
"Mister Maddic!" she cried, voice echoing through the dark halls. She was surprised she recalled his name. "Somebody- anybody, please help!" And no sooner did her voice call into the darkness did traps begin to trigger, blades falling down from the ceiling and swinging in mechanical arches in their wake. She clung to the side of the corpse man, brown eyes going wide as she watched him purposely trigger trap after trap to deter Dietrich from gaining on them.
"I can't believe this is happening," she whimpered through a mutter, and no soone r had she spotted Dietrich gaining on them did her eyes light up. "MISTER MADDIC!" but the bone man grabbed onto her wrist, dragging her away with a few harsh pulls. Her cries echoed down the hall, though when they looped around one bend, she found them at a dead end, heart thumping loudly in her chest. And since hte man paused, she tried to struggle again, but that's when the knife was drawn out again.
Her eyes went criss-cross one another as she peered down at it with a whimper, and then the corpse's boney hand smashed into a large button,a nd a secret passage opened. Her mouth fell open, eyes going wide. It looked like some ceremony chamber. Trembling, she turned and shouted again, "MISTER MADDIC!" but the slamming of the stone door cut off most of her plea as she was dragged inside the secret area forcefully by the zombie. Her mind was racing, her eyes were too strung for tears, and all she could do was allow herself ot be dragged along, fearful she might be cut to ribbons if she did not obey.
And in this room they were not alone, other dead corpses began to awake, and her heart was now pumping within her ears. This time, the corpses were in robes, all holding knives themselves as they rose up with dusty, crusty hair feathered about around them, making them appear more feminine. Their skin was sunken in, decaying, grey and leathery with writhing with maggots that would occcasionally peek out from the holes of their nose or eyes.
She flinched back as they drew near, drawing closer and all around her, forcing her nearer and nearer to a stone slab, and before she knew hwat was going on, they forced her down upon it, cuffing her with metal straps. She struggled, eyes going wide, mind in a whirl. There were so many faces of the dead, of the damned, that she almost didn't notice through the chaos that one drew out a glittering gold dagger and began to speak with their broken jaw in broken common...
"Mistress to the Book, the book of the dead, a tome of a demon. You must die to lay us back to rest. To die so his bride will never return to the world of the wake. May your blood be a lesson to all."
She caught that, every word. Her eyes widened, panic took over her as she shouted out desperately once more... "MISTER MADDIC!!!!!!" just as the gold knife was being thrust down, aiming for her heart.