Well... sorry about his. Had to get it out of my head. It's pretty much crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, James or Henry.
James stared in disbelief at the floor, or rather lack of floor, in front of him. This was the fourth...
What the hell was wrong with this prison? Well, except all the monsters and that.
"ANOTHER DAMN HOLE!"
Sadly, James didn't have a choice this time. He had arriwed in this room by jumping into a hole, and jumping into a hole was the only way out.
Drawing in a deep breath, he took the step into the abyss.
Something's wrong...
When James regained consiusness again he wasn't on the floor in a halfwrecked room, or in a filthy morgue, or even in the loving embrace of Pyramid Head.
He was in a tunnel.
A rather small tunnel, mind you. He couldn't turn around.
Far away, he could see a light.
After looking upwards (to see if there was a ladder or something there) the blonde started crawling.
Maybe Mary is waiting at the end of the tunnel... or the light in the end of the tunnel is a train.
(20 MINUTES LATER)
James didn't like running. James held no fondness for lifting weights and getting hurt. He could see no meaning with kicking a ball round a field.
So when he well emerged from the hole, he was very tired.
"That was *hah* one damn *hah* long tunnel!"
Then realized he sat next to a toilet. And that he wasn't alone.
"What.. the hell?"
Green eyes met green eyes as James Sunderland stared up at Henry Townshend, in whose bathroom he had just arriwed.