Surviving Silent Hill-- Chapter 3
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Ten minutes and twenty continues later...
Vincent's foot shifted against James' chest, causing the fingers wrapped around his neck to close. The edges of his vision had been turning red, but he still fought to bring the shattered end of the bottle in his fingers to James' face. They had been in this little tug-o-war for a minute or two, after Vincent had got the gun out of James' hands and James had slammed Vincent against the pole positioned at the far end of the room, then dragged him by his neck to where they were now, each fighting to kill the other while keeping himself alive.
James shifted his weight away from his chest, causing Vincent to lose the footing against it, leaving him unprotected. He took a final gasp before James' fingers tightened again, causing the blood in his ears to drown out everything else. The nerves that bunched around his neck began to give way, closing his throat even more. In any instant he'd die and reappear to do this again.
He closed his eyes, readying himself for the burst of nausea, then the momentary disorientation he felt after they rematerialized. James suddenly let off Vincent, leaving him stunned and confused. He looked around, and Vincent realized what he was searching for. The gun. He fought off a wave of coughing as he dragged himself towards it.
James moved towards it quickly, aiming it towards the door. He growled, "Hide behind the bar."
Vincent gave him a confused look. Two moments before he had had his hands around his neck, slowly choking the life out of him, now he was trying to get him to hide behind the bar. The 'key' in the gorge came to mind and he shook his head, trying to force his throat to form the words through the pain.
James shook his head, yanking his arm up and dragging him to the bar. "There's no time. Just hide, god dammit!" He shoved him against the shelves under the bar, causing the shelves to push uncomfortably against his back. James forced his hand over his mouth, moving a single finger over his own. "Listen."
Vincent raised his eyebrows, and then concentrated. He could just barely hear a sound... something akin to someone slowly dragging a large brick against another... but more metallic. He tilted his head, trying to hear the sound better. It seemed to be getting closer, but just barely.
James checked the ammo in the gun, then scooted towards the edge of the bar. Vincent watched him, wary of him already. So, there was a monster outside. So what? None of the monsters he knew of neither had the intelligence or the physical capability to work a door (minus the nurses, who usually stayed in their own little hospital world). Which is why he always wondered how they ended up inside rooms...
The dragging became closer, stopping at the door. He waited, smiling triumphantly. See, he had been right. It was probably a monster who had been lamed by that gun-toting war monger in front of him and left to die and was now just waiting for them in here to come out. He began to stand, shifting off the various bruises and cuts their 'tête-à-tête' had caused.
He was almost fully standing when the silence was broke by an explosion of wood and door crunching sound, slamming Vincent to the floor in utter surprise. He had never thought a monster would merely go through the door... He watched a large knife tear through the air from his position on the floor on his back, moving end on end until it cam to another crashing stop not five feet from him.
An arsenal of shots, previously covered from the sound of the monster, rang through his ears as Vincent scrambled away from that monstrous sword. He stopped dead. Taking up the full of the doorway was a humanoid figure, head supporting a massive and bloodied metal pyramid. His mind screamed at him to move, to hide, to do anything but stand there, dead in the demon's sight, but his body refused to do anything. Fear had frozen over him and his only hope left was that the same man that had killed him countless times would care enough to keep that thing away from him.
Yea, right. He was screwed.