SILENT HILL- BOILER
Noah stood gawking in the doorway, his skin crawling all over with goosepimples as he rasied the shotgun in his
shaking hand. James was there, waiting for his old pal Noah in the school basement. He appeared to be growing,
now a good seven feet tall and wide as a mack truck. Where he had no head before, there was now a genuinely creepy
mass roughly shaped as a head. Noah couldn't even being to see what it was made of, it looked almost like
crimson red gelatin wearing a headless James costume. The blobbish mass affixed to James' neck twitched and shook
as if it were trying to squeeze out and escape. From behind James, another of the eeriely familiar pig monsters
strutted into view. James' gelatin head whipped spastically around to face the newcomer, his right hand swinging
the great knife mightily. With a mixture of high pitched squealing and deeper humanoid screams the pig was
stuck promptly to the boiler room wall like...Well like a pig, was all Noah could think. His instincts said he should cut loose,
just open fire on the both of them while they're distracted ammo reserves be damned. Something inside Noah's body held
back from attacking, as James' roly poly head seemingly fused with the pig's blood that dripped down from it's torn body.
His form seemed to shift and shudder, blurring in and out of reality as something unspeakably horrible literally slipped from
James' body and dragged the dead pig back in with it. Noah felt himself falling over backwards with fright, and caught the
heavy iron door of the boiler room at the last possible second. "James?!" Noah shouted out, as his nemesis faced him once more.
James now had half his original face back, peeling and bleeding profoulsly from all his pores but it was him all right.
The other half of his face was that of the pig creature, screaming and whining as it tried to break free of it's captor.
Perhaps as an answer to Noah's call, the entire room shuddered with a strange moaning sound. It was faint, as if the solid
concrete of the room was groaning in discomfort, yet Noah was sure it had come from James. The humming grew louder, almost
threatening in tone as James faced Noah. His form shifted randomly as if he were periodically existing just a few minutes in
the future from time to time, and it gave Noah the worst sort of fear. Think about what you mean to do, the logical voice
in his head reasoned. Clearly James has become some otherwordly being, not human, can't even say for sure if he's in the same
dimension as you anymore. And you're going to fight him with what, your guns and a few arrows? Get serious, you have to run.
Noah shook his head as James began to advance, closing the space between them quickly. Noah circled around to the right,
keeping his adversary at a distance. Running did seem like a novel idea, albeit a little cowardly. But to where?
The plot, as Reginald put it was indeed thickening. Noah no longer had the luxary of assuming that the otherworld once again
taking over meant progression, and defeating James was another symbolic struggle that would lead him out of the hellish school.
Reginald was doing it, had been doing it from the very beginning. He was caling out the alternate world as he saw fit,
which made sense of some things as others became confusing. James and Noah continued their dance, circling each other
as both waited for the other to strike first. Noah noticed that James stopped just before he was completely away from the boiler
furnace, circling back the other way to make Noah switch directions. He really did seem to be guarding it, but why?
Too much thinking, he's going to kill you. Noah's mind warned, as he realized that James was closing the gap bewteen them
a little more with every repetition of their movements. Noah at least knew that James had grown beyond Reginald's power
of control, and that Noah confronting and ultimately killing James fit somewhere in his grand design. Noah didn't want
to play into his hands, and surely the old coot had indeed orchestrated this. The pack of cigarettes holding the key
which had led Noah down here, the display of power to let Noah know he was in control of the otherworld. Noah felt like
a hamster in a lab maze, skittering around and bumping into electrified walls until there seemed only one route to take.
Reginald may have governed the when and where of the alternate world's existance, but Noah didn't believe he had any such control
over what went on inside it. A part of all this still has an untamed feeling, as if the very demons living within the
hell dimension were fighting to regain sole reign over their world once more. No, there was another way out of here. One that
didn't include fighting James. There had to be.
Noah glanced briefly at the boiler again, seeing that a fire was brewing inside the furnace. Orange flames licked out from
between the bars of the grated door, as the humming noise became a pumping sound, rising and falling as the fire roared.
Noah had a thought, as James got tired of waiting and attacked. The great knife flew sideways meaning to catch Noah's head,
as he jumped backwards and recalled the room he and Estelle had found in the school. The room where corpses lay mangled,
and the awful stench that had kept Estelle near the doorway. The stench of petroleum, though Noah hadn't been able to identify
it before. Another lunging attack from James, as Noah rushed past his side and stuck an arrow deeply into the monster's hand.
James reacted silentely as the entire room seemed to groan on his behalf, Noah now on the run as James pursued him angrily.
Noah wanted that, wanted James as good and angry as he could be. Angry enough he hoped, so that the bastard wouldn't see it coming.
Noah gained some distance, dashing around the room away from James as he turned and fired the shotgun. The pieces of buckshot
sank into his chest, enraging him further as the fire stormed on fiercely. Two big steps while the wounds gave James slight pause,
and Noah jumped straight at him, hoping James would see it as Noah wanted him to, a sneak attack from a worthy rival.
Noah couldn't have planned it any better, as James saw the arrow in Noah's fist. Nimbly for such a giant, he moved aside
at the last second fully unaware that Noah had him positioned directly behind the boiler furnace. Noah saw his feignt succeed,
and with no hesitation let the Q-tip he'd filched from his pocket while drawing the arrow fall from his hand. James showed
a moment of true regret, an almost respectful look of 'oh shit I cannot believe I just fell for that' gracing his half a face
as Noah hit the floor and rolled smartly against the furnace. Hitting it feet first Noah kicked away and rolled between
James' mammoth legs as the Q-tip found it's mark, dropping neatly between the grated furnace door. The petroleum smeared on
one end of the cotton swab was as pure as Noah had hoped for, his nimble form using James as a shield from the fire that exploded
hungrily from the furnace. James was engulfed in flames, staggering around like the world's dumbest stuntman on a job gone
horribly wrong. His screams filled Noah's ears, as James fell backwards stiff as a board into the out of control inferno.
Noah ran to the door, ducking down and covering himself as much as he could. The boiler exploded marvelously, revealing
a door behind it. Noah winced, peeking out at the world through singed fingers as he grinned. The door had been there all along,
just as Noah had thought. The otherworld stayed this time, not fading as when he'd defeated all his other challengers.
Noah rose slowly, making his feet move painfully towards the door. Towards the next nightmare, as Noah was sure Reginald
was off in his castle, cursing him for beating the man at his own game. "Your move." Noah grunted, wrapping his jacket around his hand
as he opened the hot iron door.
Noah stood gawking in the doorway, his skin crawling all over with goosepimples as he rasied the shotgun in his
shaking hand. James was there, waiting for his old pal Noah in the school basement. He appeared to be growing,
now a good seven feet tall and wide as a mack truck. Where he had no head before, there was now a genuinely creepy
mass roughly shaped as a head. Noah couldn't even being to see what it was made of, it looked almost like
crimson red gelatin wearing a headless James costume. The blobbish mass affixed to James' neck twitched and shook
as if it were trying to squeeze out and escape. From behind James, another of the eeriely familiar pig monsters
strutted into view. James' gelatin head whipped spastically around to face the newcomer, his right hand swinging
the great knife mightily. With a mixture of high pitched squealing and deeper humanoid screams the pig was
stuck promptly to the boiler room wall like...Well like a pig, was all Noah could think. His instincts said he should cut loose,
just open fire on the both of them while they're distracted ammo reserves be damned. Something inside Noah's body held
back from attacking, as James' roly poly head seemingly fused with the pig's blood that dripped down from it's torn body.
His form seemed to shift and shudder, blurring in and out of reality as something unspeakably horrible literally slipped from
James' body and dragged the dead pig back in with it. Noah felt himself falling over backwards with fright, and caught the
heavy iron door of the boiler room at the last possible second. "James?!" Noah shouted out, as his nemesis faced him once more.
James now had half his original face back, peeling and bleeding profoulsly from all his pores but it was him all right.
The other half of his face was that of the pig creature, screaming and whining as it tried to break free of it's captor.
Perhaps as an answer to Noah's call, the entire room shuddered with a strange moaning sound. It was faint, as if the solid
concrete of the room was groaning in discomfort, yet Noah was sure it had come from James. The humming grew louder, almost
threatening in tone as James faced Noah. His form shifted randomly as if he were periodically existing just a few minutes in
the future from time to time, and it gave Noah the worst sort of fear. Think about what you mean to do, the logical voice
in his head reasoned. Clearly James has become some otherwordly being, not human, can't even say for sure if he's in the same
dimension as you anymore. And you're going to fight him with what, your guns and a few arrows? Get serious, you have to run.
Noah shook his head as James began to advance, closing the space between them quickly. Noah circled around to the right,
keeping his adversary at a distance. Running did seem like a novel idea, albeit a little cowardly. But to where?
The plot, as Reginald put it was indeed thickening. Noah no longer had the luxary of assuming that the otherworld once again
taking over meant progression, and defeating James was another symbolic struggle that would lead him out of the hellish school.
Reginald was doing it, had been doing it from the very beginning. He was caling out the alternate world as he saw fit,
which made sense of some things as others became confusing. James and Noah continued their dance, circling each other
as both waited for the other to strike first. Noah noticed that James stopped just before he was completely away from the boiler
furnace, circling back the other way to make Noah switch directions. He really did seem to be guarding it, but why?
Too much thinking, he's going to kill you. Noah's mind warned, as he realized that James was closing the gap bewteen them
a little more with every repetition of their movements. Noah at least knew that James had grown beyond Reginald's power
of control, and that Noah confronting and ultimately killing James fit somewhere in his grand design. Noah didn't want
to play into his hands, and surely the old coot had indeed orchestrated this. The pack of cigarettes holding the key
which had led Noah down here, the display of power to let Noah know he was in control of the otherworld. Noah felt like
a hamster in a lab maze, skittering around and bumping into electrified walls until there seemed only one route to take.
Reginald may have governed the when and where of the alternate world's existance, but Noah didn't believe he had any such control
over what went on inside it. A part of all this still has an untamed feeling, as if the very demons living within the
hell dimension were fighting to regain sole reign over their world once more. No, there was another way out of here. One that
didn't include fighting James. There had to be.
Noah glanced briefly at the boiler again, seeing that a fire was brewing inside the furnace. Orange flames licked out from
between the bars of the grated door, as the humming noise became a pumping sound, rising and falling as the fire roared.
Noah had a thought, as James got tired of waiting and attacked. The great knife flew sideways meaning to catch Noah's head,
as he jumped backwards and recalled the room he and Estelle had found in the school. The room where corpses lay mangled,
and the awful stench that had kept Estelle near the doorway. The stench of petroleum, though Noah hadn't been able to identify
it before. Another lunging attack from James, as Noah rushed past his side and stuck an arrow deeply into the monster's hand.
James reacted silentely as the entire room seemed to groan on his behalf, Noah now on the run as James pursued him angrily.
Noah wanted that, wanted James as good and angry as he could be. Angry enough he hoped, so that the bastard wouldn't see it coming.
Noah gained some distance, dashing around the room away from James as he turned and fired the shotgun. The pieces of buckshot
sank into his chest, enraging him further as the fire stormed on fiercely. Two big steps while the wounds gave James slight pause,
and Noah jumped straight at him, hoping James would see it as Noah wanted him to, a sneak attack from a worthy rival.
Noah couldn't have planned it any better, as James saw the arrow in Noah's fist. Nimbly for such a giant, he moved aside
at the last second fully unaware that Noah had him positioned directly behind the boiler furnace. Noah saw his feignt succeed,
and with no hesitation let the Q-tip he'd filched from his pocket while drawing the arrow fall from his hand. James showed
a moment of true regret, an almost respectful look of 'oh shit I cannot believe I just fell for that' gracing his half a face
as Noah hit the floor and rolled smartly against the furnace. Hitting it feet first Noah kicked away and rolled between
James' mammoth legs as the Q-tip found it's mark, dropping neatly between the grated furnace door. The petroleum smeared on
one end of the cotton swab was as pure as Noah had hoped for, his nimble form using James as a shield from the fire that exploded
hungrily from the furnace. James was engulfed in flames, staggering around like the world's dumbest stuntman on a job gone
horribly wrong. His screams filled Noah's ears, as James fell backwards stiff as a board into the out of control inferno.
Noah ran to the door, ducking down and covering himself as much as he could. The boiler exploded marvelously, revealing
a door behind it. Noah winced, peeking out at the world through singed fingers as he grinned. The door had been there all along,
just as Noah had thought. The otherworld stayed this time, not fading as when he'd defeated all his other challengers.
Noah rose slowly, making his feet move painfully towards the door. Towards the next nightmare, as Noah was sure Reginald
was off in his castle, cursing him for beating the man at his own game. "Your move." Noah grunted, wrapping his jacket around his hand
as he opened the hot iron door.