Slowly he could feel himself being pulled into the blood and it took a hell of a lot of willpower to not scream. Seemingly powerless to stop it, eventually he was pulled under completely just as Lia had been. Naturally, whenever someone is in an uncomfortable situation, panic sets in and Jeremy felt it hit him at full blast when a hand clasped over his mouth and nose. But unfortunately no matter how hard he tried he could not fight against the skeletal hand that continued to try to pull him under and drown him in this blood. As he fought against it the grip only became stronger and soon it felt like there were multiple hands on him, it was almost as if this place was doing whatever it could to keep him under.  Desperately, he tried to reach for the stairs, trying to get the hands of off him but to no avail as they only pulled him back under.<br/><br/>Whatever this was it was a lot stronger than he was but that did not matter. Using all of his strength, in one huge adrenaline burst, he pulled the hands off of him and quickly climbed out of the blood and reached for the stairs. Somewhere in that chaos he had lost his glasses but appeared to be unaware of that fact. As soon as he was out of the blood he could feel a cold chill surge through his body which caused him to shiver.<br/><br/>His mind was still trying to comprehend what the hell was going on around here and there was a part of him that felt angry about all this. Unconsciously he looked around for Lia, noticing that she was aiming her gun at him had brought him back to reality fast. The adrenaline was running through his veins already as well as panic, but in spite of that he found himself just staring at her gun, frozen, wondering what her deal was. Jeremy even had half a mind to shoot her if she was thinking of shooting him, killing him. He sure as hell was not the one who caused all of thisâ€¦ did she still think that? It was only when he felt a presence behind him that he understood (or maybe not so much) what was going on. When he turned around he found that there were figures standing in the blood, and at a closer look one of them looked exactly like him.<br/><br/>It was almost like the mirrors but not at the same time. The copy, if he could call it that, was covered in blood just as he was and there was even a hole in his head. Blood oozed out of its mouth and it had emotionless eyes. He could feel his body tense and he was even more frozen then he had been before. It was almost like his body refused to move. Suddenly, the copy lashed out at him and put its hands around his neck. The only sound the copy made was a low, inhuman growl as it attempted to strangle him. Putting his fingers between the copyâ€™s hands and his throat he, out of pure reaction without thinking, tried to pry them off of him.<br/><br/>Jeremy thought he was winning that fight but he was very wrong. Whatever this thing was, it was definitely stronger than he was. And the fact he was barely able to see anything anymore was not working in his favor either. He suddenly felt dizzy like he had been hit on the head with something heavy, and then suddenly the copy began to pull him back into the blood.