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"Preamble"
Zack awoke in a cold sweat. His breath heaving and his body aching, especially his leg. Looking over his body, he saw that the pistol that Ashley and Brooke were supposed to have, sat in his lap. He wiped sweat from his brow and then noticed that he was connected to a blood bag, that had since gone empty.
"Where the hell did they get this?" Zack asked, ripping the needle from his arm.
He then sat up and noticed that it took muscles he didn't know he had that were connected to his leg, making it scream in pain. He winced through the pain and found himself sitting on the old dirty hospital bed. Zack knew he couldn't sit in this room, it was too dangerous. He took three slow deep breaths and then jumped down from the bed.
The moment his foot hit the floor, the pain in his leg immobilized it and sent him to his knees in severe pain. He grabbed at the leg wound and that gesture earned him even more pain. His hand shook with pain as he looked down at it. Blood had seeped through the bandage and covered his hands.
"OH FUCK!" he yelled trying to deal with the pain.
His breath became heavy, his physical exertion making him sweat even more. Zack's muscles tensed with the pain in his leg, until finally, it began to subside. After the pain had gone down, he slowly got to his feet, putting the majority of his weight on the uninjured leg. He congratulated himself when he was standing next to the hospital bed, that task taken care of.
"Good job, Lowell. Little steps lead to the greater objective." he said reciting the same thing that got him through the grueling navy seal training.
Zack then reached around and grabbed the pistol that had fallen to the bed. He pulled the slide back and saw that the magazine was full and everything worked normally. The thought of the girls leaving him something to protect himself, filled his heart with admiration for them. Pistol in hand, he then set his sights on the door that led into the hallway.
Zack tried to make the distance from the bed to the doorway in one large stride. He underestimated the strength of his leg and once again found himself on the floor, looking at the dusty ceiling. Pain shot from his leg and began to throb with the pulsing of his heartbeat. Not losing sight of his goal, he gritted through the pain and got to his feet again, grabbing the door handle for support.
Once he was sure his footing was secure, he pulled open the door way and the sight of the lonely, grey hallway met his sight. He had only been alone once before in this hellish town, and he didn't like it, now he was alone again, in the most intense place they had been to thus far.
Zack drug himself out into the hallway, the noise of his movement amplified by the lack of any other sound. He moved at an excruciatingly slow pace, having only covered about ten feet in twenty minutes. He knew he wouldn't get very far this way, so he began looking for things to aid him.
He saw, an overturned gurney laying in the middle of the floor, then a bedside table. On the left side of the hall, was another bedside table, cluttered with bed pans and other medical items. Next to it was a large defibrillator machine and a heart monitor. On the opposite side was an old, wheelchair. Zack thought about the wheelchair then passed the thought up, he would still be very restricted in his movements. He then saw a lonely crutch laying against the side of the wall, that is what he would use.
With all of his physical effort just to make the distance out of his room and into the hallway, Zack was exhausted and his leg throbbed with pain. His body shook as he tried to deal with the pain. All the time in his head was the knowledge that he had to find Ashley and Brooke. That was his motivating thought.
Zack scrambled to the crutch, knocking metal bed pans and urinals off the dusty tables, sending the items crashing to the floor. Finally Zack had reached his objective. Grabbing the crutch, he could now use it as his leg. It took a little effort to get used to but soon he was moving fairly quickly, crutch held in one hand supporting his injured leg, pistol in the other.
Zack now found himself in the elevator waiting area. Two elevators sat lifeless in front of him, the doorway to the stairwell behind and to the left of him. He stood in the silent hallway, trying to decide what to do, what would be the best course of action.
"O.K. let me think about this. I could try and get to the fifth floor, where we were supposed to go all along, but the girls may have already been there and gone. I could stay here and hope they come back, or I could go to the atrium downstairs and wait for them there." Zack said out loud to himself, he found it calmed him to voice his thoughts then to keep them in his head.
"I think the best bet is for me to go to the atrium. They can't leave the hospital without going through there so they will see me no matter what."
With that, Zack turned and opened the door leading to the stairwell. He hobbled his way through the door as it shut with a thunderous echo behind him, filling the stairwell with unwanted noise. Zack then made his way slowly down the stairwell, each step taking a long time to navigate.
He remembered that the way between the third floor and the second floor was destroyed, so he was forced to leave the stairwell at the third floor. Opening the door, he found himself in a hallway that looked the same as the one on the floor above him. To his right was a hospital patient ward, to his left was a sitting area where the elevators where.
Zack was caught by surprise. One of the elevators sat open, lights shining in the small compartment. Apprehensively Zack made his way to the waiting elevator. He checked all around it to make sure there was nothing wrong. He couldn't believe he was going to do it, but he got in and pushed the button for the first floor. He was startled when the elevator dinged and the doors shut.
He could feel the elevator begin to move, it creaked and moaned the entire way down. Zack stood, in the middle of the elevator car, hoping, praying that nothing would happen. Finally, the ride came to a stop, and the doors opened, revealing the hospital atrium in front of him.
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Lexington was pissed. He couldn't believe two little girls had gotten away from him. He brooded the entire elevator ride to the basement. Those girls could be anywhere in the hospital by now, he had to try and think, find some way to get a hold of himself.
The elevator dinged and opened letting him out into the hospital's laboratory. Lexington quickly found a seat and sat down, he needed to take a break. He held his head in his hands and noticed that his headache had subsided.
"Goddamn it. I can't believe I let those two little bitches get away. Not again, not next time. I swear when I find them I will personally rip their hearts out of their little chests." Lexington said venting his rage.
"Yes that does sound fitting doesn't it?" a voice said belonging to a very British girl.
"What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to taunt me because I let them escape?" Lexington said raising his head and seeing Vanessa standing in the corner.
"Well at first I must admit I did. However, I have come to help you get them." She said.
"Yeah well, I don't need any help from you. I got this shit under control." Lexington said as he rubbed his head under his helmet.
"How's that working out for you big guy?"
Upon hearing her voice Lexington the rage once again returned to Lexington. He could feel it rising in him, he could feel his body tense and his face twist in anger. It took all of his control not to lash out at the girl standing in front of him.
"Look. I happen to know where the two girls are at least, Zack I can't say for certain." Vanessa said picking up a test tube.
"All right, she who is filled with infinite knowledge, where the hell are they? Seeing as your oh so concerned about it." Lexington said getting to his feet.
"The two girls are in the Atrium. Well the security office, next to the atrium. You still might be able to catch them…Ah, if we hurry we will be able to catch them in an ambush." Vanessa said
"Yeah what do you know about it?" Lexington asked sarcastically.
"Everything you do." She replied to him in an overly sexy tone.
"I doubt it. Well lets hurry we still might be able to get them, or so you claim." Lexington said angrily.
Vanessa gave him a seductive smile, as she pulled on the collar of his shirt, leading him down the hallway. As she turned and let go of him, Lexington couldn't believe that he was following a dead woman. Wait a moment, she might not be dead, no she can't be, why would she tell me Zack killed her then? Well fuck me running.
"Vanessa wait. I have to ask you a question." Lexington asked not wanting to follow her until he got his answer.
Vanessa turned to him and once again gave him that same seductive smile. "What is it Lexington?" She asked in a fake innocence, going so far as to give him a look of childish repentance.
"Goddamn you make me feel like I'm watching kiddie porn, will you stop looking at me that way. I want to know right now, I have never believed in ghosts in my life, I thought you said you were dead?"
Vanessa walked casually up to him and grabbed him in a sexual way. She was considerably smaller than him and she had to get on the tips of her feet so that she could whisper in her ear. "You don't like it, I guess I will have to act my age then. If I don't you can give me a spanking." She giggled.
Lexington pushed her back away from him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. "Look just answer the damn question."
"Well isn't your daughter dead as well?" she said as she turned and began to walk down the hallway.
Lexington didn't immediately follow her. He could only think about what she had said. His daughter was supposed to have died three years ago, he was there, he remembered when she quit breathing as she slept and no matter how hard the nursing staff tried, they couldn't revive her. Yet in this fucked up town she was running around. I must have misunderstood her when she said Zack killed her. I felt her touch me, I felt her against my body.
He began to follow Vanessa down the hallway, the entire time thinking of what she had said to him. She led him to a door that lead to a stairwell leading up to the first floor. Not surprised, she led him up one flight of stairs and they exited the cramped stairwell out into the first floor.
Back out in the hallway that led to the E.R. Vanessa led Lexington through the dark, dusty maze of the hospital until they came back to the Atrium. The entire time, Lexington watched Vanessa move, the way she seductively swung her hips when she walked, he sultry lips and smile. Finally they came to the reception desk in the middle of the cavernous room.
"If we wait here, we should be able to catch them off guard." She said kneeling down so that she was out of sight.
Lexington followed her lead and knelt down beside her. He tried not to look at her, yet he could feel her gaze on him. He hadn't felt this way in god knows how long. With each passing moment, he wanted her even more, even though he knew he was old enough to be her father. Age is only a number right?
"So what do you plan to do when you get out of this place." Vanessa asked, running her hand over Lexington's leg.
He watched her hand for a second before answering. "I plan to take Jenna home and make up for those last three years we weren't together."
Vanessa had stopped rubbing Lexington's leg and looked down to the floor. She didn't make a noise for a second and then she began to softly cry. Lexington tried to ignore it, but she kept it up, She was now making quite a bit of noise so he thought it best to intervene.
"What now?"
"Nothing, it's just I never had a loving family that would do what your doing for your daughter." She sniffled.
"What about your family back home in England, didn't you say you had a good sheltered childhood?" Lexington asked confused.
"I lied. I'm really an orphan and the only reason I took this job was to be close to someone, I don't have any home to go to." She said softly crying.
Lexington now felt really bad for the poor girl kneeling in front of him. He didn't know why he offered it but he just felt he needed to do it. "Well if you don't have any where to go when all of this is done, you can come home with me and Jenna."
Vanessa got a he smile on her face and took him in a tight hug. Lexington wasn't sure what she was doing but he knew he didn't want it to stop. She then looked up at him with tear swollen eyes.
"Oh thank you Lexington, I knew you would always be there for me." She said as she continued to hug him. Their embrace was interrupted by the sound of the elevator ding, and then the door to the security office could be heard opening.
Lexington broke his embrace with Vanessa and got his machine gun ready to fire. He was kneeling down so that only the top of his head came over the desk, allowing him to see who was in the atrium with him. He noticed that Vanessa had gone, from his side and was now no where to be seen, he figured she had gone off to hide. His patience was rewarded with first the sight of Ashley and Brooke, followed soon by Zack. He got his machine gun up and ready to fire.
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Ashley and Brooke were disgusted at the tape they had just watched. They couldn't believe that Lexington would do that to his own daughter. Ashley and Brooke quickly got to their feet and went to leave the security office. Opening the door, they came to the familiar cold, grey, desolate atmosphere of the abandoned hospital's atrium.
"Ashley look." Brooke said softly pointing in front of them.
Ashley followed Brooke's finger and standing in front of them, down the hallway was Zack, supporting himself with a crutch. Ashley was both relieved to see him and worried about his health at the same time. She thought that seeing him was more important to her at the moment so she ran over to him, followed by Brooke.
Luckily Zack had seen them coming so that they didn't knock him to the ground. As soon as they were upon him they began to question him. "Zack what are you doing, your hurt?" Brooke asked worriedly.
"I know, I figured it was safer for me to be with you girls though. We need to stick together." Zack said wincing from some pain that shot through his leg.
"Zack, we found something terrible. I can't believe it." Ashley said holding the DVD out in front of her.
"What is it?" he asked.
"We don't know where it came from but we found it on the fifth floor. We watched it in the security office and…and…" Ashley said beginning to cry, not even able to recount what she had witnessed.
"What's on the disk, Ashley, you need to tell me." Zack said holding her head so that she would look him in the eyes.
"Lexington isn't as good a man as he tries to make us think." Brooke said, helping Ashley find her words.
"He, He…He killed, Jenna. He was the one who killed his own daughter. He is a murderer." Ashley said, now crying in Zack's chest.
Zack couldn't believe what the girls were telling him. He had known Lexington for three years, ever since the…the death of his daughter. Lexington never did share much of his past with him, only saying he had a daughter and she died of disease. Zack could tell by the girls actions they were telling the truth and they had no reason to claim otherwise, unless, they actually saw what was alleged to be on that disk. Zack suddenly felt very ill.
"O.K. Girls we need to get the hell out of this fucking hospital right the hell now." Zack said, urgency in his voice. Both Ashley and Brooke agreed and they began to make their way towards the exit of the hospital, out the front door.
"Don't the three of you fucking move." a gruff voice said from behind them.
Ashley, Brooke and Zack stood still, transfixed by the command. They could feel the barrel of the machine gun pointed at them, they could sense the hatred that was emanating off of Lexington. Zack slowly swallowed and knew, Lexington had gotten them off guard. First rule of military action, pay attention.
"Lexington, Listen. You can find Jenna if you want, we are leaving. We'll send someone back here to help you look for her." Zack said still facing away from Lexington.
"The three of you aint going nowhere. I want you all to turn around and face me." Lexington said coldly.
Ashley, Brooke and Zack did as they were told. The three slowly turned and faced Lexington who had been hidden behind the reception desk sitting in the middle of the atrium. He was behind his machine gun, which sat propped up on the desk, aiming right at the three of them. With nothing else to do, they raised their hands in surrender, like in the old Hollywood cowboy movies.
"Good, Now come away from the door, so I can make sure you don't move." Lexington said, as he pulled the charging handle of the machine back, chambering a round, and showing his dominance.
Zack nodded to him and with his hands held high in the air, he slowly walked towards Lexington. Seeing Zack move seemed to give the girls permission to do the same, so they too slowly came away from the door.
"Good, now when I count to three, I'm gonna pull this trigger and you three are gonna die." Lexington said. Zack could swear he could hear Joy in Lexington's voice.
"Lexington, what about all that we been through? What about those tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan? Or those shitting nights of hangovers and macho stupid shit?" Zack pleaded.
"I thought long and hard about that. I have since come to the conclusion that you and those two are trying your damndest to interfere with the mission. That is treason and treason is punishable by death." Lexington said.
"Mission, what mission? There never was a mission! The mission we were supposed to do went to hell the moment that plane crashed!" Zack asked frantically.
"Yeah that mission. But what about Jenna, huh? She became the mission and you were always in my way!" Lexington yelled, getting pissed off.
"Jenna is dead! You killed her!" Zack screamed trying his hardest to reason with Lexington.
As soon as the words left Zack's mouth, the Siren began to wail and the grey cold world of Silent Hill, went into complete darkness. Scraping metal and went crunching pervaded the cavernous atrium, which magnified the sounds, making them even more horrific. When the Siren stopped, the hellish world met their sight.
The door leading out of the hospital was now gone, replaced by heavy, rusty, bloody sheet metal. The floor had turned into the rusty grating suspending the room over a black abyss. The reception desk that Lexington was standing behind had changed from, old dirty wood, to an alter of suffering and torture.
The desk had gone from wood, to bloody metal. Lining the outside of the circular desk, were the severed corpses of the hellish nurses, crucified, their hands over lapping and nails being driven through both hands so that they didn't have to use to many. The nurses groaned and let out tortured pants and screams of agony as they tried to escape.
The once dry dirty water system had filled with dark, sticky blood, flowing up through the bowels of the hellish hospital. The glass elevators had also changed. Turning from broken glass, they now were heavy iron cages, in which were the nude forms of human being, suspended in them by barbed wire.
Along the back wall was a large balcony with a large set of stairs going form the ground floor of the atrium to the balcony. On the balcony, stood four of the large pyramid head monsters. Two held large bloody spears, and the other two wielded the normal swords. Standing in the middle of the monsters was the frail form of Jenna, her hospital gown hanging limply on her. She stood smiling at the people in the atrium.
"Your wrong…I'm not dead."
To Be Continued…
A/N: o.k. next chapter is up. Let me know what you think. Oh a note on Lexington and Vanessa. Vanessa is something Lexington is conjuring in his mind, so she is a figment of his imagination so to speak. The way she is acting towards him, might be what he wanted from her the entire time, who knows.