The copy had inhuman strength that much was certain. No matter how hard he struggled to free himself it only seemed to grip him tighter. He couldnâ€™t breathe. The copy had him in a strong and headlock, slowly dragging him back into the blood.<br/><br/>Then there was a gunshot, the grip that the copy had on Jeremy as it pulled him into the blood loosened and he was able to make it back to the stairs. No sooner had he made it back he felt something grab his ankle and make another attempt to pull him back. This thing was tenacious as all hell. He did his best to fight it away but the more he did the stronger it seemed to be, but then, with one final effort, he released himself. With haste he stumbled up the stairs to get away from the blood. It was a futile endeavor. When he tried to make it up the stairs towards the second floor there seemed to be something unseen preventing him from doing so after he went past the fifth step. All hopes were leaning towards this being some sick dream and he really was just imagining this.<br/><br/>But he knew better than that by now, this was just far too vivid to be any dream. Someone or something did not want them to escape this; perhaps it was the creep who brought them here. He turned to look at Lia, to question her about the invisible barrier. When he noticed she was being restrained by some figure, a man, so drenched in blood that it was hard to determine exactly what it was or if it was even a man. It had hollow eyes that seemed to stare at him. Determining what kind of emotion they held was impossible, if this figure was even capable of displaying human emotion. Call him crazy but he could have sworn that he recognized the figure. He also wondered if it was the cause of the force preventing him for retreating to the safety of the second floor.<br/><br/>Jeremy took in a deep breath and reached into his coat for for his gun. Maybe if he shot the figure something would happen, even if the very idea of that was risky. It had a gun pressed to Liaâ€™s head and he no longer had his glasses to correct his vision so he wouldnâ€™t mess the shot up. It was not an option for him to allow Lia to die since she was his ticket out of here.<br/><br/>Not only that but he should return the favor from when she shot that copy, and he had to hurry. The Impostor Jeremy was slowly making its way out of the blood again. That thing really was tenacious. Who knew how long it would be before it dragged him back into the blood, he wanted to avoid that at all costs if it was possible. Things just seemed to be getting worse and he and Lia needed to get the hell out of there before something else happened. If escape was even possible at this point, that was something he doubted. Surely it was not impossibleâ€¦ right? The only way he would know for sure was if he did something rather than stand there like some idiot. And so, trusting his knowledge of firearms, he took aim at the figure holding Lia.