His Heaven, Our Hell Part 6

The tall man whistled and two black dobermans came up behind him.
Emma and Elliot crawled around the corner to another hallway.
“You take the health pack,” Elliot whispered.
“No, I’ve made it this -”
Elliot interrupted, “Take it.”
So Emma slung the pack over her shoulders and they both crept down the hall. They listened to the man’s footsteps grow more distant as they neared the end. A turn to the left and they’d have a chance at the door. And they would have to try soon or the man would be coming around after them!
Elliot peered around the corner. Two black eyes stared at him. It was one of the dobermans and it began to growl.
“The door!” Elliot shouted.
They ran for it, but the doberman leapt on Elliot, knocking him to the floor. Emma tried to pull him off, but the second one flew at her, snapping at her arms as she tried to push him away. Their owner came running towards them with a smile. Elliot managed to kick the beast off of him just long enough to yank the other off of Emma before they both attacked him.
“Run Emma! Run!”
She ran for the door and slammed it just before one of the dobermans would have had her ankle.
“Heel!” The man shouted to his dogs as he looked down on Elliot. Elliot’s figured faded in and out. The dogs had taken most of his health and now, without the pack, he could no longer power up. The man grinned. He pulled out a cellphone and dialed.
“My Lord,” he said. “I got one.”

Emma ran as fast as he could, down the museum steps and onward in the opposite direction of where she’d come. She passed trees and bushes and on passing them found that many seemed to have some sort of force field around them. She could only get so close and then it would bump her back. Still, she never stopped until she found herself at the top of a cliff, looking down into a green valley. A large waterfall to her right spilled into it and there was a city in the center of the green.
Emma looked behind her. There was no sign of the man or his dogs - or Elliot. Emma fell to her knees and cried. For all she knew he could be dead.She felt ill and unable to move, but suddenly the raging waterfall seemed to accompany her tears. That rage overpowered her. Her mind flashed back to the two-toned shoes - the master behind this weird hell.
Emma stood up, energized with anger and she ran towards the waterfall.