Surviving Silent Hill-- Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Silent Hill, Konami does. Though I DOOOO own the Bobble Headed Kitty, SO no stealing, por favor.
The bone had been sticking out of the arm. What could have happened?! He watched James walk a few feet in front of him. His whole body was in pain and it had only gotten worse as they walked. He stopped, leaning against the wall, trying to breath through the burning fire. He closed his eyes, ready to give up when he felt something cold being shoved in his hand.
"Just drink it already. It'll help a lot more than you think..." Vincent opened his eyes, staring at James, who was leaning against a tree. "Anyway, what would you rather do, die or drink a health drink?"
Vincent glared, holding the drink back to him. "No, thank you. Just the thought of drinking something found in a place like this makes my stomach turn." He shook his head trying to push back into James' hand. James shook his head, popping the top and giving it back to him.
"Just drink it, dammit, before I hold you down and force you to do it..." He raised an eyebrow, the fingers of his other hand wrapping around his gun as he grinned.
Vincent gulped, staring at the drink. He could just imagine himself getting some kind of stomach worm from drinking that. If he didn't die from this expedition, he'd definitely die from that. He took it attentively, staring into the bottom of the can through the dark liquid. He looked back into the street, weighing his options. A large streak of blood covered most of a turn and he could just barely see another can through the fog.
Great, so just in case I don't die from THIS one, there's always another to replace it. Oh, the luck, the rapture... He sighed, then shrugged, squeezing his eyes shut as he gulped the bittersweet drink. His throat opened happily, his body feeling better as the liquid settled in his stomach. He opened his eyes again, looking between James and the drink.
"I ... feel better." James smiled and nodded.
"Good, because if you didn't drink that, I was going to force you down and use an ampoule on you." He nodded, and threw the empty can into one of the sewer holes.
Vincent gagged, just imagining the AIDS that crawled on the tip of the needle alone. He shook his head. "Oh, yea, infest my stomach with worms first, then give me AIDS so that I can't fight them off..."
James rolled his eyes again turning to Vincent. "I've used them and I don't have anything, now do I?"
Vincent grinned. "I don't know, I think you have something... And you probably need medication... like Prolixin, Haldol, Stelazine or an ever- trusty straight jacket." He looked around, trying not to catch James' eye.
James sighed. "You know, that could be the reason I killed you in the first place..."
Vincent shook his head, then stopped. In the window of a store stood a display. It was an ordinary enough display, but in the middle stood a single black kitten toy. He scooted closer, staring at it. It was obviously bobble-headed, but ever so adorable. He grinned.
What in God's name would something so cute be doing in a place like this? He turned to James. "Where's that large stick you were telling me about earlier... ?"
James fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable. "Erm... why do you ask?"
Vincent pointed to the window. "I'm just going to break into there... Okay?"
James stopped, staring into the window. He bit his lower lip lightly, then tried to hold back laughter. "A bobble-headed CAT?! You're going to break into a store for a bobbled-headed CAT?!" He burst out laughing.
Vincent glared. "Kitten. And I just wanted to get it..." He held out his hand. "Now, give up the weapon."
James went pale, then sighed. He let his shoulders slump. "I'll give it up, but you have to turn around..."
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Why? Just whip it out from..." He looked James up and down. "Where are you keeping all this crap?"
James cleared his throat, sticking his hand into his pants and magically taking out his nail edged stick.
"You have a thirty-inch stick with a nail in your pants!?" He stopped, refusing to touch. "Please tell me that's not the same place you kept that drink..."
James fidgeted again, avoiding his eyes. "Well, the pockets of my jacket and pants are full of ammunition...."
Vincent gagged, rushing to a trash can, a pale shade of green.