Bad news, people. I'm back to school and have exams coming up so I won't have as much time to work on this.
Wow, it's an honor to see so many notorious writers reading this story. You're reviews and comments are welcome and appreciated but before we go any further, I must apologies again. This chapter was written at 2 o'clock in the morning whist my blood stream was flowing with a dangerously high quantity of irn-bru & coke. As you can see, it just spiraled out of control. BTW, this is a dream, hence the weirdness.
And Hello Captain? I totally agree with you're views on Claudia, who interestingly enough wasn't originally going to be in this. Then I played SH3, relised there was a huge hole in my story and had to add her, not that I'm upset or anything.
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Chapter 4: Dreams of ghosts and room 312
She looked down on the writhing figure at her feet, an expression of vague amusement on her face. It was a shame he had to go through all this, but it was the only way he would see. "Yes, the end will justify the means" She nodded to her self, as if reassuring that the statement was right, even though she felt a pang of guilt for having to cause Jobe all this pain. "But it is necessary". It would be the only way that he could accept what he truly was, and that was essential. After all, the others had all had to go through this… She turned and walked away from Jobe as he let out a low moan, twitching spasmodically. She whished she could stay but time was of the essence. The Chosen One had been located and the woman in black was looking forward to seeing an old friend again. A thin smile spread across Claudia's face as she walked up the ally and was swallowed up by the fog. * * *
Jobe slammed his back against the door, clenching his eye's shut and praying that whatever it was in the hall way wouldn't smash through the door. He could hear the blood rushing through his head as he waited for it to slam into the wooden barricade. It never did.
Jobe slowly opened his eyes after what felt like an hour and gasped. Wherever he was, it sure as hell wasn't a hotel room. From the antiseptic aroma that filled his nose, he guessed he was in a hospital. In the center of the small tiled room was a table. As his eye's adjusted, he noticed three people were sat around it; well one was sitting crossed legged on the table itself. Shoulder length black hair covered most of her face as she stared down at her arms. The sleeve of the bulky, white polo neck was pulled up as she stared at her skin. Sluggishly, she picked up a knife that lie next to her and slowly cut at the exposed flesh.
"Don't do that." Another, a nurse, said. Her hair seemed almost red as it lay around her shoulders, matching the uniform she wore. The girl on the table let out a short laugh as she watched the blood trickle down her arm.
"Why bother telling her, Lisa? She ain't going to stop and it doesn't do her any harm."
Saying the owner of the voice was over weight would be a compliment. The fat man looked up from the pizza box that lay before him and stared at the nurse. A small blue baseball cap covered up his dirty blond hair. Lisa looked at him as if he were an imbecile.
"You think it's okay to let her do that?" She snapped sharply. The man submissively returned his gaze to the pizza box, attempting to hide behind the thin card box lid.
The girl's head shot up, as if she'd heard something and let her dark eye's rest on Jobe.
"Another one…" She mumbled, her voice sounded thick with lethargy. The man popped out from behind the pizza box and peered at Jobe with his tiny eye's that seemed too far apart.
"Heh, wonder what he's done to get here." A fat grin began to seep across his face, earning him a glare from Lisa.
"Don't scare him, Eddie." She whispered in a low tone. Jobe felt as though they were examining him like a piece of meat, just waiting to prod him.
"Just where is 'here'." He asked, trying not to sound like a complete idiot. The girl on the table looked at him sideways, as if considering the question.
"Nowhere" A voice to the side of him muttered, causing Jobe's head to spin. Eddie burst into a fit of hysterics as though this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. The side of the room slunk into darkness, letting the bars of the cage highlight themselves through the light that seeped through. As his eye's adjusted, he could make out a woman sitting on a chair, watching him as he approached the bars from the shadows.
"Nowhere?" Jobe asked as he let a hand rest on one of the smooth polished bars.
"Well, technically you're in a small resort town called Silent Hill but…" The woman left the sentence hanging as she lent against the bars, allowing the folds of her red cardigan to ooze between the metal poles. She flashed a provocative smile at Jobe as he stared at her. "…This town isn't exactly normal."
Jobe felt his lip twitch.
"How's that meant to help me?"
His hand smacked against the bar, letting it's metallic voice sing out across
the room. The woman merely folded her arms as Jobe began ranting. "I wake
up and get attacked by god-knows-what, find my self in a hotel that leads into
a hospital and you're telling me that this place isn't normal." He
breathed through his teeth and turned away, glaring at the group sitting round
the table. Why could no one just give him a straight answer?
He made a move for the door when they began talking in hushed voices.
"Maybe he's not like us, ya know?" Eddie let the slice of pizza hover in front of his mouth as he talked before ramming as much of the greasy morsel into his mouth as possible.
"Maybe," He continued through a mouthful of food. "This guys gonna get outta here like James."
The knife girl kept her eyes on Jobe as she spoke with a tone of boredom.
"No, he's gone to far to leave."
Jobe turned on them again, not totally believing they were discussing their opinions right in front of him. There was a snort from the cage.
"Oh please" The woman scolded from the shadows as she lent against the wall. "People don't just end up here, this place calls them to it, feeding off_"
Lisa shot up from the chair, causing the wooden seat to skitter across the tiled floor. Her fist's pounded of its surface, causing the knife girl to flinch.
"God damn it, Maria, not everyone in the world is guilty of heinous crimes!"
"What is she trying to protect me from?" Jobe asked himself as he watched the flesh around Lisa's knuckles turn white as the fists clenched. Maria slowly pushed herself up from the wall, keeping her eye's fixed firmly on the fiery nurse's.
"And you're so perfect, so free of sin?" She placed her hands together, as if praying. "Last time I checked, you were so addicted to White Claudia that you let it control every decision you made. You abandoned that child on a road side, leaving it to die." Maria smiled triumphantly to herself, mocking Lisa with every word.
Jobe didn't have a clue what was going on but it was obvious that these two weren't the best of friends. He noticed Eddie and the girl slowly back away from the fuming nurse towards him. They had good reason because then Lisa exploded.
"You tramp, how dare you judge me." She stomped over to the cadge and probably would have torn Maria apart if the bars weren't in the way. "At lest I'm real, you freak!"
For a moment, Maria just stared at Lisa as she panted, trying to recompose herself after the sudden outburst.
"Real?" The dirty blonde's face had darkened and Jobe swore the room behind her was sinking into shadows. He glanced quickly at the two beside him but they seemed transfixed on the confrontation. As he turned back, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier with every breath and some unpleasant odor hung in the ether. The colour had seemed to drain from Maria's face, leaving it a shade of gray that no living thing should go. The cell around her was defiantly darkening; the lines between the tiles grew thick and black. Thin red lines began to criss cross themselves over the floor, smothering it in an insane patchwork of something that looked suspiciously like blood.
"You can talk, you're just a figment of that girls imagination." Her voice sank lower and lower, becoming more distorted with each syllable. A thin layer of skin began to slowly creep over her cloths, spreading like some disease as it covered her in a pale white membrane. Jobe felt his back brush against the wall as he tried to put as much distance between him and the rotting woman. The veins of blood began creeping towards him, moving erratically like cracks forming in glass.
He had to get out of this room. Now.
"You were just ssomee puupeeet usssed bbby Aaleesssssa ttttoo ppprrolonnnnng heerr suuurvvvivvalllll"
Maria's head hung limply as she trailed off into a hiss before she let it flop back, dead hair fell over her face in thick strands. As Jobe's hand fumbled with the doorknob, he saw her mouth open wide, wider than it should have been able. A second passed before the ear splitting scream worked its way into his skull, resembling someone skewing a pig. Jobe shut his eyes, trying to block out the sound as he felt the door click open and he fell out of the room that slammed shut behind him, cutting off the scream as it reached a defining volume.
It took a moment for Jobe to reliys that he 'd just entered the corridor.
"Shit"
He leapt to his feet, expecting to come face to face with his demonic persuader but was instead met by a completely different scene.
Rows of benches faced him; their stiff backs did nothing to entice you to sit on them. That and the fact that they were covered in a whole variety of stains and scratch marks, as though some giant cat had raked its claws along the wood. It almost reminded him of a church. Rust caked the floor and walls in thick layers, rotting away at the beams that held up the ceiling. Jobe eyes widened as he saw the whole structure was writhing, the bricks bucked and heaved as they squirmed across the ceiling like an army of maggots. Something else crawled over its surface with static movements. The man like thing looked at Jobe, The flesh that covered its body was completely raw. It smiled maliciously with the only feature visible on it's twitching head. The flesh between its legs seemed to have grown across forming a web between the two appendages. It hissed as it let one of its thin arms fall and pointed with its two sharp fingers at something behind Jobe. Reluctantly, Jobe took his eyes off the grinning freak and turned around to where an alter should have been. Instead, there was a huge gapping hole in the floor and…
"You!"
It was that woman from the ally but she didn't seem to hear Jobe's cry. Instead, she continued to stare forwards with those dead eyes of hers. She still didn't seem to notice him as he walked up to her, still shouting.
"What the hell did you do to me? One minute, everything's relatively normal and then I find my self in some sort of psychotic fun house. And that thing in the ally, those dogs, what were they?"
Still she looked past him.
"Can you even see me?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, not really knowing if he wanted a response. There was none anyway.
Yet again, Jobe gave into temptation and glimpsed behind him and almost had a heart attack when he saw the gun aimed at his chest. He gave a yell and dived behind one of the rotting pillars. Realizing that no shots had been fired, Jobe looked out from his hiding place and took a look at the gunman.
Make that woman.
Short black hair hung around her head, barely reaching her shoulders. Her face was warped into a mask of utter hatred as she held the gun pointed squarely at the woman in black. Jobe noticed in her other hand was what looked like a long metal pole that hung limply against her leg. The woman in black didn't seem at all worried about this, though. In fact she was smiling.
"Alessa!"
'Alessa' didn't seem to be as happy to see her.
"Why?" She flickered for a moment like bad reseption on a television.
"You know very well, it's the only way to bring forth the rebirth of Paradise."
'Geez, that tune was getting old.'
Alessa shook her head, flickering again.
"No, how could something good come from so much death and pain?" Her voice trailed of as the flickering increased and gradually, she began to change into someone else. While her body remained the same, the blue dress she wore melted into a green skirt and a white sleeveless jacket. Her hair was shorter and a vibrant shade of blond but the look of malice was still on her face.
"You bitch, GO TO HELL!" the girl who replaced Alessa screamed, pointing the gun at the woman.
Something rumbled in the hole behind her. With a scream, some hideous miscarriage of god's creation burst out of the hole's black depth, landing in front of the white haired woman. Its hand ended in a series of sharp long claws that slipped out from it's decomposed skin. It's fist smacked into the woman's body and soundlessly, she doubled over as the cruel claw tore its way out her back. With a look of disbelief, she raised her head and stared into the piercing green eyes of the monster, making a small chocking sound as a line of blood slowly crept from her mouth over her skin, staining it like snow.
"Envy…."
It ripped the claw from her stomach, letting her fall limply to the ground. It stared at wonder at its now red stained talon. Jobe felt his head pound as he resisted the urge to throw up. Everything seemed to blur as he fell to the ground as a familiar scream filled his ears.
