P A T I E N C E is a V I R T U E.

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How much had he told you all listening to me? That much? All the way up past when James was killed, correct? Well, that certainly was an... Interesting point for me. Good ol' James. Me and him.. Friends, somewhat. Then he had to die. I could've stopped it. I could've made it stop right there, but I was so ignorant at the time... Oh I'm sorry, I'm rambling. But how much harm does a little bit of rambling do.. Oh, not that much I suppose. Now, where was he? Yes yes, of course. I just said it, didn't I? Well, anyway, it seems he has fallen asleep. Wake up! Yes, I interrupted you, I'm sorry. Of course you can continue! Go on! What, you're sleepy? Well, this isn't exactly the time for lightheadedness, is it? Yes, but back then I DID have a reason for being lightheaded. Walking around in a hellish hospital, walking through vomit and stomach acid can do that to a person, you know. I'd love to see YOU walk through it. Aren't we getting a little off subject, though? Yes, we are, aren't we? Back to the story, then? What, you want ME to tell the story? I'm not going to talk about myself and my surroundings in third person. That just wouldn't seem right. What? Shut up. Just tell the story, p l e a s e. Okay, fine go get a drink. Don't take too long here! These people probably can't take much more of this long intermission!

Yes, he is quite a strange person, isn't he? One minute he's getting into telling the story, the next he just collapses into a drowsy state. Hurry up! The people here are falling asleep! See? *stares at some people staring at their screens blankly, others blinking slowly.* See? I told you! Getting tired aren't you? Well, that's.. No, I'm talking to her, not to you! Yes, the girl with the blonde hair. Yes, I'm talking to you. Don't looked so shocked. It's not the first time I have talked to a viewer. Damn man, Look at how tired she is! Look! GET OVER HERE! Look! Everyone is falling asleep now! Don't you care about our reader's health? I know you don't.. Well if you do, GET OVER HERE! Finish your sprite and get over here. There, that's better. What? What are you doing now? You're GETTING THE DIRT OUT FROM BENEATH YOUR FINGERNAILS? You're unbelievable! Look at how bored our viewers are getting. I think they're about to switch to another story here in a second. I think some of them actually liked the story you were telling. No, I'm not going to tell my story in third OR first person narrative. I'm just.. Not that good. Oh, will you please JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY? Thank you. Sorry for the wait folks.

Jerk.

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After walking a considerable distance from Cafe 5to2, Harry was standing in front of the four floor high Estes University. He wiped his brow and continued on, hoping that he wouldn't stay long. He could've sworn he heard sirens off in the distance. "Does that mean.. That the world is changing again?" Harry asked himself. He rubbed his eyes. "Maybe I'm going insane. Maybe this all some psychotic vision. I don't know.. I just really, really hope this'll be a short stay. Probably not, knowing this place."

He walked forwards towards the steps leading up to the entrance and walked through the double doors. When he entered, he could not believe what he was seeing... Fire was everywhere on the ground. The walls were made of pink flesh with strange circular pumps every 3 or 4 feet along them. On the ceiling were rotted, black male and female corpses covered in shiny cellophane, raping one another. Harry coughed. Low pitched moans could be heard every 7 or 8 seconds. This was truly the most disgusting thing Harry had ever seen. The fire was making some of the flesh off of the corpses melt off and hit the ground like wax off a candle. However, there was no heat coming from the fire. He walked straight on through it. No burns, nothing. However, some of the sizzling black flesh hit his shoulder and he screamed in pain. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and rubbed off the strange flesh. It wobbled around like jelly on his shoulder and then completely burned to a cinder when it hit the fire. He saw through the fire that it there were corridors to his left and right, and a chapel of some kind in front of him. He looked around, avoiding the dropping flesh from the "ceiling. He found a map on a pedestal that proclaimed "ESTES UNIVERSITY MAP". Pictures of students laughing and smiling were on the walls.. At least, they used to be. Now they were demented, deformed humanoid creatures. The pictures randomly bled and they sometimes jerked or shuddered like they were alive. There was a mouth moving around on one of the pictures. Harry had a few dry heaves and then found a room not completely changed. It had gone halfway between. He could see a naked corpse scurry across the ceiling every one or two minutes, but other than that everything was.. Normal. There was no fire in this room, so Harry had to turn on his flashlight. He was amazed the flashlight had lasted this long without the batteries losing all their energy. Harry sat down on a couch and looked at the map for a back exit or something. Just hallway upon hallway with no back exit in site. How would he get out of the place? He had then just realized something about Brookhaven.. There was no way to get to the back exit there. Perhaps even if there was one here, he wouldn't be able to get to it. The sirens wailed again and the "ceiling" was replaced by a normal ceiling. It was now completely motionless. He walked outside. It was if it was in the middle of the night and all the lights were turned off. At least it wasn't some stomach churning alternate world. Harry pondered the meaning of the last one. He heard someone panting down the hallway. He turned his flashlight down there and saw someone running at him. He fumbled for his pistol, but it was too late. The person tackled him and screamed in fear. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO no no no no!" He screamed. "PLEASE NO! SPARE ME!"

Harry pushed the scared person off of him. "What is your problem?" Harry said loudly. The person was crouched down on the floor, arms covering his head. The person was a boy, perhaps a couple years older than Harry. Harry had grabbed his pistol and aimed it at the boy. "What do you want?" Harry asked. The boy calmed down a bit. "Look..I.. I was just looking for Amy Miller.. I can see you're not her.. Never mind. She's just someone who doesn't matter anymore. I heard she had arrived and I.. I was going to talk to her. Then I found out she had arrived about 8, maybe 9 years ago. Much too late. I'm glad I found you.. I .. I had run into.. A.. Hammer thing.. It was going to kill me.. Please, you've gotta help me!" He said. Harry put away his pistol and put his hands on the boy's shoulder. "Listen, calm down, okay? Just calm down. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright." Harry said, trying to calm the boy down even further. "What's your name?" Harry asked. The boy sniffled and then said, "Greg. Greg Lukeson. I.. I.. I'm so scared. I was coming home from school.. That was about.. I don't know.. 10.. 10 days ago? Listen, those little pyramid helmet things.. They're right behind us! They're probably in the hallway right now! Oh my God!! I KNOW THEY WANT MY BLOOD! MY BLOOD! YOU'VE GOTTA HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME DON'T LET THEM HURT ME DON'T LET THEM KILL ME!" He said as he slowly but surely rose in hysteria once more. Harry pinched his neck. "CALM DOWN! HAVING A HEART ATTACK IS NOT GOING TO HELP US!" He screamed. About 5 metal noises came from down the hall. "I'm Harold Mason, but you can just call me Harry. Listen, you were right. They are behind us. Quick, into this room." He said as he grabbed Greg. He pulled him into the room and they hid behind a couch. Harry and Greg could hear the knives scraping across the floor outside and then disappearing. Greg let loose a big breath and put his hands on his face. "I.. I must be going insane. What's going on in this place, Harry? All I know is that I've been running from that hammer thing and its little.. Pyramid children for days on end. To put it.. L.. Lightly, I'm really stressed out and really tired." Said Greg. "Why are you here?" He then proceeded to ask Harry. Harry let loose a long, but quieter breath than Greg. "I'm looking for my mother." He said.

Just as he said "my mother", there was a crash inside the room. Something emerged from the couch. Harry and Greg stood up quickly. "HOLY JESUS! WHAT IS THAT?!" screamed Greg. Harry pulled out his shotgun. A really weird veiny looking thing had finished climbing out of the couch. Its arms were made out of bones.. Almost rusty bones, even though they weren't metal. Its arms were just like that of a human's, save for the long, claw-like fingers. Its wore a kind of jumpsuit. Its feet were black and had no toes. Its head was like an airbag, but it was made out of orangish flesh with green and red veins flowing over it. A big mouth with huge teeth protruded from it. It growled and snarled. It was the creature that killed James! It walked around the couch and came for the two boys. Harry cocked his shotgun and pulled the trigger, unleashing a fury of pellets into the fleshy airbag. It deflated a little bit, slowing down the monster for a second, then it continued waling. Harry cocked his shotgun again and once more pulled the trigger, unleashing another fury of pellets into its head. It deflated more-so than last time it was shot. It gurgled then made a sound like that of air rushing through a tube. The veins pumped harder on the rushing flesh and finally the airbag creature let loose a deafening roar and came straight for Harry and Greg. Harry kicked it in the chest. It fell over onto the ground. Harry kneeled down on the floor and then put his gun inside its mouth and pulled the trigger, blowing the back of its flesh bag head all over the floor and walls. It gurgled disgustingly one last time, then died.

"What.. What the hell was that?" Said Greg as Harry wiped the sweat of his own face. Harry stood up and put his shotgun away. "I have no idea, but I think it's what killed James." Said Harry. Greg raised his eyebrows. "Who's James?" Asked Greg. "He's was a man I met who had been helping me find my mother. He said he saw her once, but she ignored his yells and ran really fast into the fog." Explained Harry. "So," continued Harry, "Do you think you'll ever get back home?" He asked. Greg shook his head. "I don't think so. My little sister, about your age, was with me too, but..." Then he broke down crying. "What? What happened to her? Did she....?" Asked Harry. Greg shrugged his shoulders. "I don't.. I don't know.. I saw that hammer creature knock her over and then carry her away.. I don't know what.. What it's doing to her now.." He whimpered as tears streamed from his face. Harry put his right hand over his mouth. "That.. Hammer thing collects bodies and then hammers them up into those pyramid things. You're sister is probably just part of another pyramid ch.. I'm sorry, Greg. I really am. We can try and look for her maybe, but I'm.. Looking for my mommy-.. I don't know how I can help. I'm sorry. She's really important to me. Maybe we'll.. Find your little sister on the way? Maybe she's not just another body for that Hammer Head thing to decide what to do with? I'll help if I can..." He said. "Come on, let's get up. We need to find a way to the zoo near here. You know of any back entrances around here?" He asked. Greg stopped sobbing for a moment to think, with an uncontrollable sniffle reflex or two every few moments. "I...I think I saw one while running from those pyramid children.. I don't know. I was so panicky.." He said slowly, but sadly. "I'm sorry if I... Seem so unbearable, but whenever I think about Jennifer, I.. I just... Oh jeez.. Maybe you should just leave me here to fend for myself. You're looking for your.. Mommy and I'm looking for my little sister.. There's no way we could look for both of them at once."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but... It's not usually such a good thing to split up. When you're in groups, you're less likely to get caught, and if you are, another person will be there to help. But, if you really are so insistent on doing that.. Well..." He said while he thought hard. Harry then pulled out his pistol and a few bullet clips and handed them to Greg. "There. A going away present. I wish you luck in finding your sister." He said. Greg nodded. "You too, Harry." Said Greg. Greg sat down on the couch and Harry left the room thinking about Greg and his sister, hoping that he will be alright and that he will find her -- Hopefully not crunched together as some left arm of a pyramid child. Harry turned to corner and went up a flight of stairs. He could've sworn he heard a gunshot or two ...

He went up the stairs and down a corridor the another set of stairs and went downwards and finally found the back exit. He smiled and said, "That much closer.." and opened the door into a blizzard of rain and hail.