SILENT HILL-Sunderland
Noah dove, ignoring his mind as it reminded him how much this was going to hurt.
The knife, bigger than big and taller than it's wielder came crashing down and cut
the last inch or so from the sole of Noah's shoe. Estelle had been safely pushed
away by Noah's body, and now sat on the floor looking from Noah to James
with skittish fear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!!" Noah roared angrily,
whipping the knuckles of his good hand across James' jaw. James didn't even
budge, and Noah had put a lot behind that punch. Maybe Noah was a lot more
weakened than he had thought. James said nothing back, and leered as he stared Noah down.
"What's happened to you..." Noah asked him, eyeing the great knife he now held.
It looked about the right size for the fatal gash on that poor fat bastard that had
come down from the ceiling, Noah thought. "What's happened to you, Noah?"
James returned, eyeing him with stone cold pupils as his head tilted to one side.
He lifted the great knife rather easily, resting it on his shoulder. "You never used to
be such a lapdog, especially not for any skinny, eyeless, motormouth BITCH."
James bellowed out the last, his gaze shifting hatefully to Estelle. Noah hit him again,
this time using the dead weight of his numb left and putting everything he could behind it.
James fell back, a little. He was laughing as blood leaked out from his lips, licking his
teeth as they stained his tongue red. "What the....I came here to find you and this is how you
act when you see me? You threaten me like this and then you try to kill my...my..."
Noah shot a glance over at Estelle, who was still watching with intense fear.
"Your what?" James asked him, suddenly amused. "Your girlfriend? You got a little girlfriend now Noah?
Hmm? Do you loves her?" Noah scowled viciously, raising the shotgun and sticking it promptly bewteen
James' flapping gums. "Yeah, yeah I do." Noah said stoutly, reminding himself that honesty was sometimes
the line between living and dying in this fucked up town. "What about you James? What is she to you?
Do you even know her at all? James?!" Noah didn't want to shout, but this was already so very far out of hand.
Something awful had obviously come over James, the town must have gotten to him, inside him somehow.
James shrugged, glaring over at Estelle again. "She talks too much." James stated plainly, changing the great knife's
postion on his shoulder. Noah cocked back the hammer of the shotgun, breaking two of James' teeth with a quick
elbow movement. "Look at her again and you're going to die." Noah threatened protectively, taking another glance
at Estelle while James continued to leer even with the hunk of steel in his mouth. "Die? Death doesn't mean too much
to me anymore Noah. You'll have to come up with something better than that.." James warned, moving the hand that held
the great knife ever so slowly. Noah saw him move, not knowing what it meant. Perhaps he hadn't meant to bring it down
on him, or Estelle either. In fact James could have moved his hand like that for more reasons than Noah could count,
but it didn't matter. Noah had already pulled the trigger, and no force on earth short of whatever god held precedence here
could reverse what it had done to James' head. Noah stared in horror, unable to move as a chunk of grey matter oozing with
blood slid down the side of the remington's barrel. The liquidy sound it made when it hit the floor snapped Noah out of the
shock, and he began to scream. Estelle got up, looking wobbly on her feet as Noah sunk to his knees.
James lay not two feet from him, flat on his back and utterly headless. The ragged stump of his neck trembled as blood
still poured out, staining the floor around him. Estelle approached Noah carefully, slowly putting a hand on his shoulder as he
fell gently over into her arms. She knelt down, cradling his head in her lap as Noah wept pathetically.
Static burst forth from Noah's radio, as James' corpse quivered all over. It felt as if the entire room were shaking as
Estelle begged Noah to get up. He knew, he'd heard the radio. He could feel the ground trembling just as well as she
could. And slowly he stood, composing himself as well as he was able. Estelle said nothing more to him, as she led him
down the shaking hallway with mirrors gracing the walls. As they began to run, James Sunderland began to rise.
Noah dove, ignoring his mind as it reminded him how much this was going to hurt.
The knife, bigger than big and taller than it's wielder came crashing down and cut
the last inch or so from the sole of Noah's shoe. Estelle had been safely pushed
away by Noah's body, and now sat on the floor looking from Noah to James
with skittish fear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!!" Noah roared angrily,
whipping the knuckles of his good hand across James' jaw. James didn't even
budge, and Noah had put a lot behind that punch. Maybe Noah was a lot more
weakened than he had thought. James said nothing back, and leered as he stared Noah down.
"What's happened to you..." Noah asked him, eyeing the great knife he now held.
It looked about the right size for the fatal gash on that poor fat bastard that had
come down from the ceiling, Noah thought. "What's happened to you, Noah?"
James returned, eyeing him with stone cold pupils as his head tilted to one side.
He lifted the great knife rather easily, resting it on his shoulder. "You never used to
be such a lapdog, especially not for any skinny, eyeless, motormouth BITCH."
James bellowed out the last, his gaze shifting hatefully to Estelle. Noah hit him again,
this time using the dead weight of his numb left and putting everything he could behind it.
James fell back, a little. He was laughing as blood leaked out from his lips, licking his
teeth as they stained his tongue red. "What the....I came here to find you and this is how you
act when you see me? You threaten me like this and then you try to kill my...my..."
Noah shot a glance over at Estelle, who was still watching with intense fear.
"Your what?" James asked him, suddenly amused. "Your girlfriend? You got a little girlfriend now Noah?
Hmm? Do you loves her?" Noah scowled viciously, raising the shotgun and sticking it promptly bewteen
James' flapping gums. "Yeah, yeah I do." Noah said stoutly, reminding himself that honesty was sometimes
the line between living and dying in this fucked up town. "What about you James? What is she to you?
Do you even know her at all? James?!" Noah didn't want to shout, but this was already so very far out of hand.
Something awful had obviously come over James, the town must have gotten to him, inside him somehow.
James shrugged, glaring over at Estelle again. "She talks too much." James stated plainly, changing the great knife's
postion on his shoulder. Noah cocked back the hammer of the shotgun, breaking two of James' teeth with a quick
elbow movement. "Look at her again and you're going to die." Noah threatened protectively, taking another glance
at Estelle while James continued to leer even with the hunk of steel in his mouth. "Die? Death doesn't mean too much
to me anymore Noah. You'll have to come up with something better than that.." James warned, moving the hand that held
the great knife ever so slowly. Noah saw him move, not knowing what it meant. Perhaps he hadn't meant to bring it down
on him, or Estelle either. In fact James could have moved his hand like that for more reasons than Noah could count,
but it didn't matter. Noah had already pulled the trigger, and no force on earth short of whatever god held precedence here
could reverse what it had done to James' head. Noah stared in horror, unable to move as a chunk of grey matter oozing with
blood slid down the side of the remington's barrel. The liquidy sound it made when it hit the floor snapped Noah out of the
shock, and he began to scream. Estelle got up, looking wobbly on her feet as Noah sunk to his knees.
James lay not two feet from him, flat on his back and utterly headless. The ragged stump of his neck trembled as blood
still poured out, staining the floor around him. Estelle approached Noah carefully, slowly putting a hand on his shoulder as he
fell gently over into her arms. She knelt down, cradling his head in her lap as Noah wept pathetically.
Static burst forth from Noah's radio, as James' corpse quivered all over. It felt as if the entire room were shaking as
Estelle begged Noah to get up. He knew, he'd heard the radio. He could feel the ground trembling just as well as she
could. And slowly he stood, composing himself as well as he was able. Estelle said nothing more to him, as she led him
down the shaking hallway with mirrors gracing the walls. As they began to run, James Sunderland began to rise.