Surviving Silent Hill: Chapter 1
I do not own Vincent, James, Maria or Silent Hill. Konami does. Do not sure me, you won't get anything. :3
Vincent glared evilly at the storefronts and mirror image trees. Snow whistled in his ears and he stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. It was JUST LIKE CLAUDIA to ask him to get something for her when it was a blizzard outside. He growled and ducked into a small alley for the tenth time since he left the church and breathed in the cold air, shivering to himself.
He looked about the alley... and smiled from ear to ear. There was a door, and it was wide open! He chuckled happily, dipping inside and stopping dead in his tracks. A strip club. He had found his way into a strip club. Mind you, it was a WARM strip club, but STILL. He cursed himself for his luck, then promptly went searching for something to warm him up.
He pushed through the tables to the bar, ducking under to investigate the drinks. Alcohol... alcohol... alcohol. He sighed. Wasn't there ANYTHING else these heathens thought of other than drinks and women? He was sifting through the bottles when he heard the door opening. Steps and two separate voices drifted through to him as his hand instinctively wrapped around the neck of a bottle. With Claudia's idea coming closer to its completion, the town had been practically empty for days now. And NO ONE escaped Silent Hill.
One set of steps came closer and he waited. A little bit further and he'd be able to attack... just a little more... He jumped up as they reached the bar and swung the nearly filled bottle in front of him, his arm exploding with pain as the bottle struck it's target and slammed the head of the person. There was a yell and a shot as he ducked back down.
"MARIA!" Vincent used the mirror to watch a blond man in a green jacket rush to the woman side. She was blonde... sort of, and wore a skimpy pink outfit. The man growled. "Maria? Are you okay? Cause... you CAN'T die! I mean... it's not the HOSPITAL SCENE YET!"
Vincent raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Obviously this guy was crazy or drugged, though he had never seen a White Claudia addict act like THAT before. He stood up, holding the broken bottle in his hands.
"Whoever you are don't take a step closer...." The blonde glanced at him, then looked down...
"You know, I really, REALLY like that cut scene. I mean, she gets to die, and I get all agnsty... And I get to see P.H." He looked back up. "It's not like I'm mad, mind you. In fact, the only reason I didn't do that myself was cause I haven't looked into the red square of doom lately. Now I have to go through all that stupid Eddie crap again." He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair.
Vincent lifted an eyebrow, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Red square of doom... P.H.... cut scene? This guy was DEFINITELY crazy in some way. Maybe the monsters had met up with him and he had snapped. Whatever it was, he knew when to be careful.
"Err... yea. Sorry about that... Mr.?" He cleared his throat and edged towards the door. "I'll just-"
"James Sunderland." He took a step towards Vincent. "That's my name." Vincent smiled wearily.
"The name's Vincent. Don't forget it OK?" Vincent blinked. Was it just him or did that sound... familiar? Vincent waved his hand, ignoring the sense of deja vu . James looked around, confused.
"Is it just me... Or does something feel... wrong? Vincent smiled. So, maybe this guy wasn't as insane as he- "Cause we should be getting a 'Continue' screen." He looked around, searching for something.
Vincent stopped. This guy was DEINFATELY over the deep end, and the best plan of action was to get as far away from this guy as possible, even if it meant leaving the warmth of the bar. James looked at Vincent, causing him to fidget uncomfortably.
"Maybe I should get going. After all, you should probably be seeing to your friend here." James looked back down at Maria and shrugged.
"What's the point? It's not as if I care about what happens to her. And anyway, I was thinking maybe we could try to find out what happened to the continue screen..." He looked Vincent up and down. "After all, it's dangerous out there and well..." James cleared his throat nervously. "You... don't look the type to live long without some help."
Vincent glowered at James through his glasses. How dare HE suggest that Vincent was too weak to be out there! He could live a lot longer than some mentally disturbed, gun-toting, angsty, maniac and a WHORE any day of the week. With a blindfold. And ONE hand.
He smiled evilly. So, the idiot wanted to think he was better prepared for the demon element than he! Fine! Then Vincent would show him by making sure this moron wouldn't get himself killed. After all, his mere existence would probably tie Claudia in knots. She hated to be undermined, and her attitude was annoying him lately.
Vincent gathered up himself and grinned. "Fine, lead the way."