Surviving Silent Hill-- Chapter 6

Disclaimer: Silent Hill owned by Konami... Bladehy-blah. Bobble Headed Kitty mine.

James leaned against one of the shelves, tapping the head of the 'kitten' again and watching it shake oddly as he tried to ignore the sound of Vincent in the other room. He vomited again, allowing James to count the seconds between this one and the next. It wasn't the most interesting thing he could do to pass time, but he found it was like trying to count the seconds between lightning and thunder, and he had bet himself that if Vincent could go twenty seconds without heaving, they'd be alright enough to go...
"You know, just remember this is a game and the physics are all wrong. Just because they're in my pants it doesn't mean they're in my pants." He winced as he heard Vincent throw up again. Seventeen seconds... Almost there.
He tapped the head again in the prolonged silence, thinking back briefly to how Eddie and he had met. There was the sound of running water, then Vincent peeked out, faced ghostly white and wet.
"Just do me a favor and don't give me any more drinks, okay?" He gingerly put his glasses back on, then grabbed the bobble-headed kitten and smiled weakly.
James smiled, shaking his head. Vincent was odd. Had he been with Maria and she'd learn he kept things in his pants; she'd be making innuendos about thirty-inch sticks and such. Eddie surely would have him called weird and Laura would have called him perverted. But this guy merely puked.
Oh, he could handle a monster who'd like nothing more to rip off your legs and beat you with them, but give him a drink that'd save his life and he acts like you're missing half your brain. James shook his head, then motioned with his head towards the broken glass door.
"Are you ready to go? I want to look around some more and try to find out what's wrong..."
Vincent nodded, then straightened himself up. "Yes, we're right behind you."
James stopped? We're? His eyes moved the kitten. Of course... He growled, then began walking, his eyes cutting through the fog.
James heard Vincent say something then tug on his sleeve. "James... James... HEY JAMES!" James spun on his heel, irritated at Vincent's down right persistence.
"WHAT THE HE—" He stopped. There was a girl, couldn't be any older than sixteen, watching them from the stoop of the Brookhaven Hospital. She blinked then turned, moving as if to go in before disappearing.
Vincent looked then turned. "You said you knew this... game... right?" James nodded, his mind wheeling to make out who she was. I've never seen her before... who could she be?
"Yea, I have. Why?" He turned to Vincent, who was obviously thinking himself. "Do you know her?"
Vincent nodded slowly, then turned. "Saint Alessa. I swear it had to be..." He took a step forward. "But... She's dead." He turned to face James. "We're going in there, you understand? With or without you..."
James nodded, then tossed him the handgun, reaching into his jacket for the ammunition. "You'll need this if we separate. I'll use the shotgun. I don't have as much ammo, but I'm sure we could find some more." He watched as Vincent carefully looked at the pistol, taking a large breath before taking it in his hands.
Great, so now the guy's afraid of guns. Why I didn't think he was before is beyond me... He rolled his eyes. "Trigger... safety. Ease it when you pull the trigger. If you don't you have a higher chance of missing your target. Take the time to aim if you can, otherwise you're wasting bullets..." Vincent nodded, then put the ammunition in his pants pockets. "And most importantly, try to stay calm, otherwise you have the chance of shooting out of fear and hitting something you didn't want to... like me."
Vincent held back a smile. "You mean I don't want to hit you? News to me..."
James sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Great he was stuck in Silent Hill with something going wrong and now having to look after the biggest idiot he had met to date. Including Eddie.