Surviving Silent Hill--Chapter 2
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James eyed the man wearily. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy, it was just the guy seemed... odd. Almost as if he didn't realize he was in a game. Of course, neither had Maria... or Angela, for that matter. It seemed as if all the side characters didn't realize that their life was controlled by the events of a controller and a console.
He shivered, remembering that himself. But somewhere in that controller and console, his world was skewed, because here he stood, Maria dead and continue-less. And that was why he was here, in the snow with a man he didn't know, trying to figure out a world he didn't know. He looked back to Vincent, and then raised an eyebrow.
"So... why were you in the club in the first place? I mean, no one was supposed to be there... Nor was it supposed to be snowing like this." He pulled the coat closer to him, hoping that would stave away the cold.
Vincent looked down, and then smiled. "I had to get some... supplies..." He fidgeted next to him, causing James to believe that the supplies weren't as innocent as he was making them out to be. "And yourself? I mean, other than... How can I say this? ... CATERING to that woman back there?"
James made a face. Vincent made him lugging around Maria sound like something dirty. Like he had WANTED her there. His fingers instinctively went to the picture placed on his inside pocket. It was cold to the touch, but he took it out anyway, stopping to gaze back into the eyes that looked up to him.
Mary. Even knowing that he was a game didn't make the pain go away, mostly because to him, it was real. No matter what, those hours spent with her were real to him, more real than anything else. He brushed tears from his eyes and was going to put the picture away when Vincent noticed him.
"What's that?" He moved closer to James, looking at the picture, chuckling.
James looked over to him, uncomfortable. No one but him had seen the picture in years, and yet, for some inexplicable reason, he let Vincent see. "She... is my wife. Mary." He decided to leave it at that. Had Vincent seen her, he would have said something, and talking about her death only brought back the pain.
Vincent laughed, smiling at him, then joked, "Well, if anything happens to you, don't worry, I'll take care of her." He went to pat James on the back, stopping when he saw his expression.
James clenched his jaw, anger washing over him. Take CARE of her?! Just the thought of another man... doing things... touching her. No. Mary was his, and no one, not even some idiot in the snow, was going to touch his wife. He grit his teeth and speedily started walking forward, leaving Vincent to stare at his back before running to catch up.
Vincent chuckled and looked at him. "A bit touchy are we?" His smile turned cruel. "I wonder if your wife knows about that woman... Maria I believe her name was? I wonder what she'd think."
James sped up, keeping forward. His heartbeat banged in his ears, loud and hard. Suddenly the road stopped, falling away into the predictable gorge he had learned to watch out for. But because of Vincent and the snow, he had almost become a victim to it.
That scared him. He had let his emotions get to him. Let someone else get to him till the point that he almost... died. A smile spread slowly on his face. Falling over a treacherous pit like this was easy, right? With the snow and the fog, ANYONE could go over, not even realizing it till too late.
He turned to Vincent. "Hey, I think I see a key near the edge. I can't get to it, could you help?"
Vincent gave him a wary look, then scooted carefully over to the edge, peering over slightly, looking into the whiteness for a hint of metal. A hint of metal he would never see, James thought. James easily pushed Vincent's weight forward, causing him to lose his balance and fall easily over the edge. He smiled for a moment, then turned, taking a—
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James opened his eyes, then looked up into the eyes of Vincent, bottle in hand.
"A key, 'eh? Right over that ledge, HUH?" He brought his hand down again and—
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James didn't waste time. Instead of looking up, he lifted his gun and—
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