Surviving Silent Hill-- Chapter 7
Disclaimer: We all know how this goes. Silent Hill--Konami. BHK--Me.
Vincent took another shaky breath, trying to grip the gun in his hands while they sweat. It wasn't that he didn't like guns... After all, they were a very useful means to an end, but it was just that he had never used one before. The more he held it, the more he worried he would end up shooting something he shouldn't. James opened the door then stepped in, looking around.
"You seem to know what you're doing..." James shrugged, looking around, before cocking the shotgun.
"I just guess I've been doing this for a while, you know?" Vincent nodded, opening his mouth to speak when a loud hissing interrupted his thought. He looked at James, trying to place the sound. In his pants... OF COURSE. He shook his head and sighed.
"What the heck is THAT?!" James looked around again.
"It's my radio..." He took a step forward then they both stopped. Annoying music blasted from nowhere, causing Vincent to begin to worry. He looked around, trying to figure out where the music was coming from. A large scraping sound came from a corridor as he stepped forward, putting his bobble-headed kitten in his vest pocket. He took a step closer, peeking around the corner.
James sighed then stepped in front of him. "It's just a stupid nurse..." Suddenly a nurse, head tilted to the side as if broken, legs dragging her and a lead pipe towards them, stepped into view, lifting her weapon to strike. Vincent's mind worked without him, blindly lifting the gun and squeezing the trigger again and again before—
CONTINUE? (Yes) No
James sighed, shaking his head. "I warned you. 'You have to aim, Vincent. You might shoot me, Vincent. Don't panic, VINCENT!" He glared, causing Vincent to wince.
"You stepped in front of ME! I swear." He gave a weak smile then pushed the head of the kitten, trying to ignore James' glare. "Anyway, now I'm prepared. So, c'mon. If you want you can play with B.H." He pushed the kitten towards James, smiling weakly.
James growled, spinning and stalking into Brookhaven. It wasn't like I meant to kill him... this time... Vincent once again followed him, pushing through the doors as he head a barrage of shotgun shots. He watched as James came back, angry.
James sighed. "C'mon, we need to check out the rest of the hall..." Vincent nodded, then walked through the hospital while James checked the doors. The place was silent now; whatever it was that had caused the music was gone.
He stepped over the dead nurse, stopping to give it a better look. It's head was broken or something and he gave it a slight poke with the tip of his toe, causing it to bob back and forth. His eyes moved to B.H. in his hands. He poked his head, watching it bounce back and forth happily.
He continued down the halls, his footsteps and James' angry mumbling, doorknob twisting and occasional door slam the only sounds in the halls. He sighed. The place was empty, and it just made the hospital's effect creepier. He returned to the front doors, seeing James as he reloaded his shotgun.
James handed over another case of bullets to Vincent then shoved a finger to a door directly in front of them.
"That is open. Get in, we need a rest..." Vincent nodded, opening it and stopping. On the wall was a great red square. Just looking at him made him feel better. He remembered the first time he saw the Seal of Metraton and KNEW this would make everything all right.
"That... shiny... red... light!" He put B.H. on the table, hearing James briefly open the door behind him.
"Come along, Vincent." James tugged his shoulder, trying to get him out of his way.