Nyaaaahhhhh!
--Oh c'mon, who hasn't said this at one time?
HoneyBug17: Arcane will probably show up sometime in the far future.
Rogue77: Yes, but so many other fics have the name.
Chrissy: If I told you everything now, I wouldn't have any fun?
Flamingo1: You probably hit the nail on the head with the doctor bit, just a little bit of change to it.
hnh: Must.write.so you don't do your paper...
Azzandra: Indeed it could.
The Son of Logan and Ororo: Actually, I've never played Silent Hill. Heard it was good though.
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I halted before the door.
I have no idea where this door will go. But it's a double door, so it probably wouldn't go into any patient room. That's the last thing I need right now. I don't want to talk to anybody else, I just want to get out.
I kicked the door open. You never know when the next baddie is right behind the door and just kicking it open will take out those mass murderers, no Siree Bob.
There were no mass murderers. But we weren't in the hospital anymore, Dorothy. The room was filled with floor to floor mirrors.
Pretty narcissistic for a bunch of zombie psychos, I guess. Though I may not be speaking from experience. But I had a feeling Derick's buddy wasn't feeling the love.
I walked in. The mirrors reflected my every movement, as mirrors often do. I snorted and was about to leave when I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrors.
My skin...was gray. My eyes were hollow and tired looking. I was guant. And I wasn't holding an axe. And that wasn't possible.
I hadn't let go of the axe.
I looked down. No, still there.
I looked back at the mirror. If it were possible, I looked worse. Much worse.
I stepped closer. My reflection did the same. I saw something on the skin of my reflection.
"Oh my-" I gagged and staggered backwards.
Maggots. She was covered in.
I felt myself go dizzy and tried to make my way out. But when I turned around the doors were gone. All there was were more mirrors. I turned back to my reflection. She hadn't moved. She was still right up against the glass.
Staring at me.
"You look like me on a hangover," I said to her.
She grinned. My blood ran cold. It turned to ice when she stepped out of the mirror.
"Pretty soon I'll look like you all the time." She-I- said sweetly.
"Don't use my voice," I hissed.
"Why not? What are you going to do Danny? Try to chop me to bits with that axe? You can't." She started to pace around me. I gripped the axe tighter. She leered at me. Her teeth were bright yellow.
"And why can't I?" I said trying to be brave. There's not a whole lot of bravery that comes with watching your rotting reflection talk down to you.
"Because you're too nice. You're the poster child for good little girls, you know that? You give your helpful advice, listen to some pathetic whiner's little problems, and you try to act brave, but you're gutless, aren't you Danny?"
"Shut-up."
"Oh.poor Danny. You think I'm wrong? You're always getting beaten up. You're a pathetic little loser."
Something was burning cold in my gut. I didn't know what it was called.
"Not to mention you're not very smart, are you Danny? You haven't even figured out what's going on."
"I know enough."
"Do you? Did you know that you're just a stupid little while you're here, some of your little friends are crying over your comatose body?"
I stared at her. Something was wrong here. Something didn't quite fit the bill.
"Did you know that now you die did you know that he's trying to hurt us?"
"What?"
"I said, now you die!"
She leapt at me. I ducked down fast and rolled away. If there was anything I picked up from Mr. Logan, it was how to dodge.
"You can't escape me never you must escape he's trying to kill everyone."
"What is WITH YOU?! What is with the double talk?" She didn't answer. Instead she grabbed my leg and bit me.
"OWW! I'VE GOT RABIES!" I kicked her hard. And fell against the mirror. I glanced over.
The mirror didn't have my reflection on it.
"What the? I'M A VAMPIRE!"
So I wasn't thinking properly. She came at me again. I wanted to use the axe. I really did. But she looked so.
"OWW! Stupid..GET A FREAKIN' CHEWTOY OR SOMETHING!"
I punched her. Her teeth slid off my arm. I moved in front of the mirror that showed nothing. She stopped and a flash of something passed her face. Wariness.
"Oh.." I looked over my shoulder at the mirror. "There's something about this mirror, isn't there?" I waved my fingers. Nope. Still not showing. "I heard that dreams can be conquered by the dreamer if they have the will."
I looked at her and grinned.
"Do you doubt I have the will?"
I swung the axe around. It hit the mirror magnificently and shattered. I heard a bloodcurdling scream and then there was silence. I looked behind me. There was a heap of clothes on the ground, but no living reflection. I sighed in relief.
I looked over to where the doors were supposed to be. Still mirrors, but not for long.
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Just a couple of bucks. And if it put those crummy mutants in there place, what better?
He walked into the hospital. Johnny Ricard. Small-time crook, just passing the buck. And this was a bit of a break to him.
The FoH, an anti-mutant group, invented a pretty little thing they said could turn the war in their favor. A virus. A special virus, supposedly made from DNA samples of mutant scum, that could kill off mutants or at least destroy their lives permanently. All they needed now was a test subject. And what better than a mutie in a hospital? Nobody'd miss her.
He came under the false pretence of delivering flowers. In those flowers he hid the syringe. Her room was away from the others, as is befitting a lesser race, he thought with a swagger. Though probably not in those words. He walked into her room. She could almost pass off as human. But it wouldn't matter pretty soon.
He injected the virus into her.
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I felt a slight queasy bout pass through me, then it was gone. I shook my head. Maybe somebody tried to feed me Kitty's cooking. Nah, I'd be dead now.
I kept walking down the corridor. Something shifted in my peripherals but I couldn't see what it was. I kept walking. Not showing I was on to them. I heard it coming closer. It was only a few feet behind me now.
"YYAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
I swung the axe over my head, almost falling over with the weight and turned to face my new monster.
A kid.
A nine-year-old kid.
"Ohh, you had better not be the five-year-old's buddy, I am going to so toss you down a laundry chute."
"D-d-don't hurt m-m-me."
"Who are you?" I still had the axe raised, trying to look intimidating, but probably failing miserably at it.
He was sandy haired, with freckles. His arm was bandaged. He had a scared look in his brown eyes. And he was wearing the clothes. The same clothes Derick and I wore.
I slowly let the axe drop, not for dramatic emphasis, but because taking my head clean off with my own axe is not my idea of fun.
"M-m-my n-name's Andy."
"Oh. My name's Danny. You come here often?"
"N-no."
"Oh. Hey, I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that you're being chased by some freaky monster, right?"
"Y-y-eah, how-d y-y-you know?"
"Because he's right there." I grabbed his arm and slung him behind me.
Monster boy happened to be the thing. The thing every little kid is scared of when they first picture the guys who go around killing people. Freddy Kreuger had his claws. Jason had his Machete. The Candyman had a hook for a hand.
This guy had a club on his hand. And he was in serious need of plastic surgery.
And there was no way in hell I was going to fight something like that.
"Pride goes before a fall, so I suggest we ditch the pride and get the hell out of here!"
I grabbed his arm and ran. We kept running until we hit another door, which had the word STAIRS scrawled across it in something I don't think was paint.
"B-b-blood."
"Don't look at it. Come on." We ran down the stairs as fast as we could. There was a crash above us as Mr. Ugly broke open the door.
Obviously he couldn't open it like a normal person. It would defeat the whole purpose of him being an evil creep.
I kept moving. Andy did his best to keep up. I looked down. A couple more turns and we'd hit the door. Where that door led, I would not hazard to guess.
There were several more crashes above. Ugly was coming down after us. We slipped towards the door. It was sounding really good right now. I read the words on the door.
MORGUE.
Forget I said anything.
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"How did they take it, Chuck?" Logan sat in a chair as Professor Xavier wheeled in.
"Their Daughter is in the hospital. How should they react Logan?"
"Hey now."
"Sorry." He put his head in his hands. "It's just that.they are very upset. And very angry. They are coming as soon as they can get the younger ones on the plane."
"They are bringing the entire rugrat bunch?"
"Yes. And two of the older siblings are coming as well. Essentially, the entire family."
"Great."
"I thought you'd say something like that."
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Another chapter done.
Okey-dokey You know what to do Be nice people And leave me some reviews!
--Oh c'mon, who hasn't said this at one time?
HoneyBug17: Arcane will probably show up sometime in the far future.
Rogue77: Yes, but so many other fics have the name.
Chrissy: If I told you everything now, I wouldn't have any fun?
Flamingo1: You probably hit the nail on the head with the doctor bit, just a little bit of change to it.
hnh: Must.write.so you don't do your paper...
Azzandra: Indeed it could.
The Son of Logan and Ororo: Actually, I've never played Silent Hill. Heard it was good though.
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I halted before the door.
I have no idea where this door will go. But it's a double door, so it probably wouldn't go into any patient room. That's the last thing I need right now. I don't want to talk to anybody else, I just want to get out.
I kicked the door open. You never know when the next baddie is right behind the door and just kicking it open will take out those mass murderers, no Siree Bob.
There were no mass murderers. But we weren't in the hospital anymore, Dorothy. The room was filled with floor to floor mirrors.
Pretty narcissistic for a bunch of zombie psychos, I guess. Though I may not be speaking from experience. But I had a feeling Derick's buddy wasn't feeling the love.
I walked in. The mirrors reflected my every movement, as mirrors often do. I snorted and was about to leave when I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrors.
My skin...was gray. My eyes were hollow and tired looking. I was guant. And I wasn't holding an axe. And that wasn't possible.
I hadn't let go of the axe.
I looked down. No, still there.
I looked back at the mirror. If it were possible, I looked worse. Much worse.
I stepped closer. My reflection did the same. I saw something on the skin of my reflection.
"Oh my-" I gagged and staggered backwards.
Maggots. She was covered in.
I felt myself go dizzy and tried to make my way out. But when I turned around the doors were gone. All there was were more mirrors. I turned back to my reflection. She hadn't moved. She was still right up against the glass.
Staring at me.
"You look like me on a hangover," I said to her.
She grinned. My blood ran cold. It turned to ice when she stepped out of the mirror.
"Pretty soon I'll look like you all the time." She-I- said sweetly.
"Don't use my voice," I hissed.
"Why not? What are you going to do Danny? Try to chop me to bits with that axe? You can't." She started to pace around me. I gripped the axe tighter. She leered at me. Her teeth were bright yellow.
"And why can't I?" I said trying to be brave. There's not a whole lot of bravery that comes with watching your rotting reflection talk down to you.
"Because you're too nice. You're the poster child for good little girls, you know that? You give your helpful advice, listen to some pathetic whiner's little problems, and you try to act brave, but you're gutless, aren't you Danny?"
"Shut-up."
"Oh.poor Danny. You think I'm wrong? You're always getting beaten up. You're a pathetic little loser."
Something was burning cold in my gut. I didn't know what it was called.
"Not to mention you're not very smart, are you Danny? You haven't even figured out what's going on."
"I know enough."
"Do you? Did you know that you're just a stupid little while you're here, some of your little friends are crying over your comatose body?"
I stared at her. Something was wrong here. Something didn't quite fit the bill.
"Did you know that now you die did you know that he's trying to hurt us?"
"What?"
"I said, now you die!"
She leapt at me. I ducked down fast and rolled away. If there was anything I picked up from Mr. Logan, it was how to dodge.
"You can't escape me never you must escape he's trying to kill everyone."
"What is WITH YOU?! What is with the double talk?" She didn't answer. Instead she grabbed my leg and bit me.
"OWW! I'VE GOT RABIES!" I kicked her hard. And fell against the mirror. I glanced over.
The mirror didn't have my reflection on it.
"What the? I'M A VAMPIRE!"
So I wasn't thinking properly. She came at me again. I wanted to use the axe. I really did. But she looked so.
"OWW! Stupid..GET A FREAKIN' CHEWTOY OR SOMETHING!"
I punched her. Her teeth slid off my arm. I moved in front of the mirror that showed nothing. She stopped and a flash of something passed her face. Wariness.
"Oh.." I looked over my shoulder at the mirror. "There's something about this mirror, isn't there?" I waved my fingers. Nope. Still not showing. "I heard that dreams can be conquered by the dreamer if they have the will."
I looked at her and grinned.
"Do you doubt I have the will?"
I swung the axe around. It hit the mirror magnificently and shattered. I heard a bloodcurdling scream and then there was silence. I looked behind me. There was a heap of clothes on the ground, but no living reflection. I sighed in relief.
I looked over to where the doors were supposed to be. Still mirrors, but not for long.
*^^*^**^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^**^^**^^*^*
Just a couple of bucks. And if it put those crummy mutants in there place, what better?
He walked into the hospital. Johnny Ricard. Small-time crook, just passing the buck. And this was a bit of a break to him.
The FoH, an anti-mutant group, invented a pretty little thing they said could turn the war in their favor. A virus. A special virus, supposedly made from DNA samples of mutant scum, that could kill off mutants or at least destroy their lives permanently. All they needed now was a test subject. And what better than a mutie in a hospital? Nobody'd miss her.
He came under the false pretence of delivering flowers. In those flowers he hid the syringe. Her room was away from the others, as is befitting a lesser race, he thought with a swagger. Though probably not in those words. He walked into her room. She could almost pass off as human. But it wouldn't matter pretty soon.
He injected the virus into her.
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I felt a slight queasy bout pass through me, then it was gone. I shook my head. Maybe somebody tried to feed me Kitty's cooking. Nah, I'd be dead now.
I kept walking down the corridor. Something shifted in my peripherals but I couldn't see what it was. I kept walking. Not showing I was on to them. I heard it coming closer. It was only a few feet behind me now.
"YYAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
I swung the axe over my head, almost falling over with the weight and turned to face my new monster.
A kid.
A nine-year-old kid.
"Ohh, you had better not be the five-year-old's buddy, I am going to so toss you down a laundry chute."
"D-d-don't hurt m-m-me."
"Who are you?" I still had the axe raised, trying to look intimidating, but probably failing miserably at it.
He was sandy haired, with freckles. His arm was bandaged. He had a scared look in his brown eyes. And he was wearing the clothes. The same clothes Derick and I wore.
I slowly let the axe drop, not for dramatic emphasis, but because taking my head clean off with my own axe is not my idea of fun.
"M-m-my n-name's Andy."
"Oh. My name's Danny. You come here often?"
"N-no."
"Oh. Hey, I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that you're being chased by some freaky monster, right?"
"Y-y-eah, how-d y-y-you know?"
"Because he's right there." I grabbed his arm and slung him behind me.
Monster boy happened to be the thing. The thing every little kid is scared of when they first picture the guys who go around killing people. Freddy Kreuger had his claws. Jason had his Machete. The Candyman had a hook for a hand.
This guy had a club on his hand. And he was in serious need of plastic surgery.
And there was no way in hell I was going to fight something like that.
"Pride goes before a fall, so I suggest we ditch the pride and get the hell out of here!"
I grabbed his arm and ran. We kept running until we hit another door, which had the word STAIRS scrawled across it in something I don't think was paint.
"B-b-blood."
"Don't look at it. Come on." We ran down the stairs as fast as we could. There was a crash above us as Mr. Ugly broke open the door.
Obviously he couldn't open it like a normal person. It would defeat the whole purpose of him being an evil creep.
I kept moving. Andy did his best to keep up. I looked down. A couple more turns and we'd hit the door. Where that door led, I would not hazard to guess.
There were several more crashes above. Ugly was coming down after us. We slipped towards the door. It was sounding really good right now. I read the words on the door.
MORGUE.
Forget I said anything.
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"How did they take it, Chuck?" Logan sat in a chair as Professor Xavier wheeled in.
"Their Daughter is in the hospital. How should they react Logan?"
"Hey now."
"Sorry." He put his head in his hands. "It's just that.they are very upset. And very angry. They are coming as soon as they can get the younger ones on the plane."
"They are bringing the entire rugrat bunch?"
"Yes. And two of the older siblings are coming as well. Essentially, the entire family."
"Great."
"I thought you'd say something like that."
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Another chapter done.
Okey-dokey You know what to do Be nice people And leave me some reviews!