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Chapter 1: through the hole again
Troy and York were at Troy's house, laying on his bed. It was the middle of the night, but they had been unable to fall asleep for quite some time. York was stradling Troy, laying on him with his head on his shoulder. Sweat and cum still coated their bodies, creating a sticky mess. Neither wanted to move, so they ignored it.
"Troy. Ever since Miko died," York began.
"Good riddance."
"Troy! Anyway, things've been really weird. I keep seeing things, I have strange dreams, and hear voices in my head. It never happened when Miko was around. And yesterday, my parents tried to kill me." York sighed. "I just don't know what it is."
"Well, Miko was a Light Baku. Maybe that prevented all this stuff from happening. All that matters is that she's not here, we're together, and you'll be fine."
"Mmm. I hope so." York rubbed his face against Troy's neck, getting comfortable. Soon he was dozing off in Troy's embrace.
"Light the fire. He must be purified! We can't let another Alessa come into being!" A woman's voice echoed in the inky blackness.
There was the sound of shuffling, and York felt heat as flames were transferred to the wod he was tied above. He squirmed around, to no avail. The heat got more intense and he felt the flames licking at his legs. The smell of burning flesh filled the night air as smoke billowed to the sky. York coughed, trying to move away. His scream pierced the night air, echoing across town...
York's eyes flew open and he stared at Troy's neck. Shaking, he sat up and looked around. Soft light filtered throught the window, signaling the sunrise. Shadows danced across the floor as trees moved about in the wind. York untangled himself from Troy and got out of bed. Not bothering to cover himself- it's not like anyone else was there- York quitely left the room and went to the bathroom down the hall. York gathered the things he needed for his shower, set them down where they belonged, and turned the water on. He let the water run over his hand until it was hot enough, then got in and turned it into a shower.
York didn't waste any time getting cleaned off and washing his hair. He was humming, letting the water wash over his face, when he heard heavy breathing from behind him. York's eyes opened as he spun around. No one was there. York looked out of the shower, but still didn't see anything. His eyes travelled to the ceiling, and there he saw a grotesque creature staring at him.
It looked like a man, but was sticking to the ceiling with his hands and feet, which seemed to be oddly twisted behind him. The man's bank was facing York, though he could see the face clearly. His eyes were glazed with lust, which caused an intense feeling of disgust to take root in York's stomach. Letting his eyes travel lower, York found that from the waist down the man was turned normally. Another, more powerful feeling of disgust hit York whe he noticed the dripping erection that hung between the man's legs.
York drew back in shock then ran out of the bathroom. He threw himself onto Troy, who woke up instantly.
"What is it, York?" Troy asked, half-asleep.
"I saw somerthing again. In the bathroom." York was shaking, pressed against Troy. "It was on the ceiling, and looked like a man. Just, it was all... twisted. It had a creepy expression, and watched me in my shower, and wanted to rape me!"
"It's all right, York. It's probably gone by now. Let's go. We need a shower."
"We? But Troy-"
"You're dirty again. It's not my fault you decided you had to press against me." Troy pulled York out of the room, York protesting. "Besides, I'll bet you left the shower runnning."
Troy stopped in front of the bathroom doorway and let go of York's hand. He went into the bathroom and looked around. The bathroom looked normal.
"York, he's not here anymore. Now, come on. It's graduation today and you can never be too clean for such an important event."
York gave into Troy's logic, and soon they were on their way to school. York and troy walked side by side, as usual, ignoring everyone around them. They were talking about anything and everything that came to mind, getting strange stares from the other people on the street. As they went around a corner, York thought he saw a little girl staring at him from the yard of the empty house they were passing by. He stopped, staring back at her. She was dressed as though she was from olden times in America, with a white collar shirt under a blue sweatshirt above a skirt of the same blue color. White socks came up from black shoes, stopping just under her knees. Black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She tilted her head to the side a bit, brown eyes seeming to see into York's soul. A ringing started in York's mind as the little girl approached him, putting her hand out.
"York? What's wrong, York?" Troy said, turning.
"You don't see her? Ah, my head," York said, bringing his hands to his head.
Troy came to his side with a worried look on his face. The little girl stopped inches away from York, and he screamed and fell to the ground. A flash of light was all Troy saw before finding York and himself in a different place. York was laying curled curled on the ground, hands still on his head. The room was small, and poorly lit. A small window was on the back wall directly across from the door. Troy shook York, groaning when the redhead didn't resond. He sat back, and decided to wait until York got up.
Let's see. We've once again been transported to some strange world with no idea why or how to get home. The only difference is we haven't been attacked yet, Troy thought.
"But, Vashyron, we haven't found anything but twisted abominations for hours," a male voice said, approaching the door. "What makes you think we'll find something now?"
"Trust me. We'll find something soon," another, older, male voice said.
"Vashyron, last time we trusted something you said, we ended up here," a woman said as the door started opening.
"And I told you we'd find something interes-"
The three in the dorway stood staring at York and Troy. Troy sat, staring back at them. The oldest had black hair that faded into red tied back into a ponytail. Some of it hung at the left side of his face, around chin-length. He had green eyes, and his outfit could've been considered a little weird. A pink jacket with faded white swirls covered a blue shirt, reminding Troy of a candy he had once seen. He had a red holster with the bottom of it around his right thigh, standing out against his dark gray pants.
The younger on his left was the woman. She had silver shoulder-length hair, purple eyes, and looked dessed for a safari. On her head were leapord ears, matching the leopard-print coat she was wearing, which complimented her small curves. Her boots were zebra-print and ended past the bottom of her coat.
The other male was obviously the youngest by a few years. He had short olive-green hair, and two different colored eyes. The left was an amber color, while the right was gold. Around his neck was a green belt, and he only had one glove, which was red and on his right hand. His shirt was colored with orange and black, with a pumpkin picture on it. His pants were black, the very bottom of the pantlegs tucked into the strangest motorcycle boots Troy had ever seen. Needless to say, Troy was a little confused at the appearancce of the strangers.
"You would be?" Troy asked the threesome.
"I'm Vashyron. This is Leanne, and Zephyr," the oldest man said, gesturing first to the woman and then the younger male. "Who're you?
"I'm Troy. The redhead's my friend, York. Do you have any idea where we are?"
"Nope."
"We were sorta hoping to find someone that did," the woman spoke up. "Is he going to be okay? How long has he been like that?"
Troy looked at York, who slowly sat up. York blinked a few times and looked around the room.
"Welcome back, sleepyhead. So, what happened? One moment you were fine, then the next you just..."
"I'm not sure. Where are we? And who're they?" York asked.
"I'm not sure where we are. These three are Vashyron, Leanne, and Zephyr," Troy explained.
York stood and looked around the room before going towards the door.
"Well, might as well look around. We won't figure out anything sitting around in here. You three can come with us if you want."
The five of them travelled in silence for a while until Zephyr spoke up.
"So, anyone have the faintest idea how long we'll be here?"
"Could be months," Troy answered. "It was last time something like this happened to us. Of course, last time we knew what we were doing there. More or less."
"Damn. That means I'll be in this for a while then."
"You look nice with green hair, Zephyr," Leanne said. "Though I don't know what gave you the idea to have two different eye colors."
"The same thing that gave you the idea to put leopard ears on your head, most likely. Seriously, is something interesting going to happen soon? This is boring."
"Boring? Are you sure you don't mean confusing, Zephyr? I mean, we don't even know what's going on. How can you be bored?"
"Nothing's happening, Leanne. Whatever those things are don't even put up much of a fight."
"Zephyr, what've we told you about underestimating your enemy?" Vashyron put in. "But you're right. It is a little boring with nowhere to go and nothing to do."
"Caesar!" a new male voice yelled. "Caesar!" A redhead male came around the corner, along with a woman. They both had swords in hand, and looked like they came out of a fantasy novel.
The male had a brown sleeveless jacket with fur lining the upper chest and neck over a loose white shirt. A dark blue belt held the vest shut. Green chaps were cut off to only cover the thighs of his black pants, which were tucked into heeled light-brown boots that ended at the top of his calves. He had two necklaces, grayish-blue eyes, and burnt orange hair that had the waist-long back section tied into a low ponytail.
The woman had hip-length wavy dirty blonde hair that hung freely and magenta eyes. A loose collared green shirt with the back hanging almost to her ankles was covered with black cloth holding the sleeves shut and a black corsetted vest showing off the small curves of her torso. She had a black choker, black gloves, and a light purple belt. Her abdomen was showing where her shirt parted at her waist. Tight burgundy pants were tucked into thigh-high, high heeled boots laced to her knees.
"Oh, uh, hi," the male said. "We're looking for our friend. Have you seen him? He's around my height, with a darker complextion, reddish eyes, thick dark brown hair... carries a spear..." The group stared at him. "Guess that's a no. Well, sorry for bothering you." Leonard started walking off, but was stopped by the woman.
"Leonard. Don't you think it would be better to stay with these people? We don't know where we are, or where Caesar was dragged off to." Her worry for Caesar was evident in her voice, and York couldn't help but wonder what her relationship to the missing young man was.
"It's fine by me, if you guys want to come. The more the merrier." York's voice was dripping with sarcasm with that last addition. The two fantasy characters had a hushed discussion before the young man spoke again.
"Sure, we'd love to go with you. Oh. We found a map in an office upstairs." The woman pulled it out of her pocket, handing it to York. "My name's Leonard, by the way. She's Kara."
York nodded as he looked at the map, frowning. The map consisted of three pages, two of which had every room outlined in orrange. They were labeled as Floor 3 and Floor 2. There was a small dot in the middle hallway on the Floor 2 map. Looking at the key revealed that the dot was where they were.
"So, I take it you've explored every room upstairs? Did you find anything of interest?" York asked, not bothering to look up from the map.
"No. There wasn't really anything strange, either."
"Well, downstairs it is. Your friend's probably down there as well."
"Unless he's not here at all," Troy put in. Leonard and Kara looked horrified at the thought.
"No! He has to be here. I know he's here," Leonard said.
"Well, anyway, come on. We had to go to another floor eventually." York turned on his heel and started toward the stairwell without another word. The others followed, introducing themselves and talking to the newcomers. They also exchanged what they knew about the place while York contemplated the map.
He just couldn't figure out why it had bright orange lines outlining the rooms they had gone through, or why their location was marked with a bright purple dot. They made their way down the staircase, only getting halfway when some cretures burst through the window. They looked like giant deformed flies with human faces. Or, at least that's all York got to notice before being thrown to the floor by Troy. Luckily for him, they had been on a landing at the time.
The moment the glass had shattered, Zephyr had leapt into action. His hands had shot to the holsters on his butt, yanking out his dual submachine guns. He then proceeded to cover the area with bullets, hitting the disturbing mutant flies in multiple places, taking out most of their wings and reducing their numbers to twenty. He had also managed to take out the lighting while he was at it. After the last of them had fallen to the floor, Zephyr continued down the stairs as though the incident had never happened. The other stared after him before looking at Vashyron. He was the one who had brought Zephyr to them in the first place.
"And you say I'm trigger happy?" York said, looking at Troy. Troy shrugged before continuing down the stairs. York followed, coming to a stop next to the others at the bottom of the staircase. Leonard pushed the door open, and looked through the open doorway to check for any freakish monsters. Nothing to the left, and nothing to the right. He turned back to the others and smiled.
"Well, seems safe enough."
The group went into another dimly lit hallway and looked around. There weren't any monsters as far as they could see in any direction. They kept their weapons out, just in case. They followed the map down a series of hallways that felt more like a maze, before finally coming to the main hall of what now seemed to be a large public building.
"York, does this remind you of...?"
"Yeah. But that's impossible. Silent Hill doesn't exist. It's just a game... I think."
"So, where to now?" Leonard asked.
"It would make the most sense to find an office, or the front desk. Maybe there'll be someone who can make sense of all this."
"Or we could just follow that," Vashyron spoke up. "Surely you guys hear it." They all fell silent, listening for whatever Vashyron had apparently heard. The only noise was that of their breathing for a few moments before they heard it. The sound of something dragging across the tile floor. It was shortly followed by a door slamming shut and Kara running in the direction it had come from.
"Well? What are you waiting for? That could've been Caesar."
"It probably was," Troy said. "But, we can't just go running off in that direction. What if something terrible is over there? If it's smart enough to catch him off guard and take him right from under your noses, who's to say it isn't smart enough to set up traps or an ambush? That would certainly explain the lack of monsters in the area."
"Or we could just be lucky."
"Kara-"
"Just leave it, Troy. I'm sure we could handle whatever it is." Troy turned to York.
"York, you've noticed the similarities. What if it's..."
"Couldn't be him, Troy. He goes after women, remember. Though I wouldn't mind if he... Anyway, let's go."
"Probabaly need some god-forsaken item to open the door," Troy muttered as he followed.
A scream pierced the night air, catching them off guard. It was male, leading them to believe it must be Caesar. Kara and Leonard started running, following their ears as another scream echoed down the hall. They came to a stop at a door labeled 'The End' in a dead end hallway. Whimpers and cries came from the other side of the door, along with the sound of someone laughing. Leonard looked over the door, seeing an indentation for something. York pushed Leonard aside and examined the indentation before turning to Troy.
"We need an item. Problem is, we haven't seen anything anywhere with a heart shape." Another scream of pain came, causing Leonard and Kara to flinch and turn with worried expressions. Troy walked forward, setting his hand on the door.
"It shouldn't be too thick. We could probably break it down," Troy concluded.
He stepped back and lifted his foot. He gave the door a good three kicks, and it dented before falling in. The sight that awaited made them all gasp.
A man fitting Leonard's description was hanging from chains connected to the ceiling. His arms had been peirced with what loked like scalpels before being chained painfully above his head. Another chain came down not far from that one, circling around his waist. His legs appeared to have been burnt, and were just hanging limply where they were. Tears had left streaks down his face, and more tears kept coming. The creature from the bathroom was behind him, laughing. It was suporting itself on Caesar's back as it continued thrusting into him, bringing forth cries of pain from the man beneath it. It's laughter stopped when it looked up, seeing Troy.
"Ah, so you came. I was wondering when you'd show up. You being the rightful nightmare here, after all. And you brought the devil as well."
Troy and York glared at the creature, and it laughed again. The laugh was sickening. Caesar flinched as it pressed farther into him, more tears adding to the lines on his face. York pulled out his gun nad pointed it at the creature.
"Uh, uh. There'll be none of that." The creature pulled Caesar up by the chains around his wrists, using him as a shield. His chest was heaving as he took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Blood trickled from a wound on his chest, though it ws nothing serious. Seeing Leonard and Kara, he turned his face away.
"Let him go, you stupid fucker!" York yelled. "He's got nothing to do with either me or Troy."
"Oh, I'll let him go. After I have my fun with him. Now, put the gun away."
York hesitantly put his gun away, glancing behind himself at Vashyron. The creature dropped Caesar once it heard York's gun slide into it's holster, causing him to wince in pain. Seeing his chance, Vashyron pulled his gun up and shot the top of the second chain holding Caesar. The chain instantly broke off the ceiling, dropping Ceasar and forcing the creature to let go of him and fall to the floor. Kara was on it in an instant, sword slicing clean through the skin and disembolwing the creature. It was dead in moments. Leonard and Kara ran to Caesar and helped him down. His legs shook and he collapsed on the floor, clinging to Kara. He shook as he sobbed against her, shocking his friends. The creature disolved, and Troy stared at the place it's body had been.
"Hey, York. Look at this," Troy said.
York came over to see what it was, a little surprised to see a bullet laying on the floor. Around it, written in what was most likely the creature's blood, was a message.
"'Foes become friends when shot in the middle.' Well, that's the most unhelpful information we've found yet," York read off. The room began glowing as Troy and York stared at each other. York picked up the bullet and dropped it into his pocket for future use.
When the glow died off, the group found themselves in front of a house in the middle of a dark forest.
-Notes: The other characters are from Resonance of Fate and White Knight Chronicles. Just an idea that had been floating around for a few days now.