I'm back. Sorry guys, but this one is going to be a short one (and after a long wait too). +(
I'm planning to get back to work on the latest birthday fic, so don't worry.

Acknowledgements:
Inguz: Nice story you made there. And thanks for the dedication.
Reviewer named Angela: I'm glad you liked my Easter Egg.
WolfRavenSoul: Glad to see you're still reading.
Please forgive me if I forgot anyone.

Sorry to say, but I don't think I'm good at action scenes, which is a warning for this chapter. I had to keep on writing until I sat down and said, "This is the best I can do."
Anyway, Chapter 12 folks.

Silent Hill 2: Founded Fears

Ch. 12

Don't Fuck With Me

"Damnit," cried David as he ran from his pursuer to a safe spot behind the Happy Burger cashier's counter, "Mother fuckin' sonuvabitch."

The Nun had a terrible advantage over the delinquent man. Standing at six feet tall in a tattered, billowing cloak and a hood sewn onto the upper half of its face, the lower half was oozing an acidic kind of saliva that made a sizzling sound when it hit the floor. It was extremely quick on its feet, which David had just figured out the hard way when it impaled his left arm three times over with its giant, bloody silver cross that it carried, the pointed end covered in his blood. The hands gripping it could be considered human, except that it was dead white, like no blood was circulating through them whatsoever.

It didn't seem like anything could beat this thing in hand to hand, and wouldn't you know it? He was out of bullets for the riot gun he now carried. Shit.

"What else can I use," he thought to himself as the blind maiden stopped to sniff him out.

Looking around for anything resourceful, the only things he could find were empty paper cups, a soda machine that was ripped from the wall, and a cashier's register.

Not seeing any other weapon, he attempted to pick up the register, but it proved to be too heavy as he tried to lift it to counter level, and he ended up dropping it on the ground, making a large crashing noise.

This action had the effect of a double-edged sword: on the one hand, the Nun had a confirmation on his location, and rapidly began running in that direction; on the other hand, the drop had caused the register drawer to open, revealing not money, but ammunition for his riot gun.

"Shit, this town has everything," thought David to himself.

Ducking down, he took a gamble with the eyesight of the Nun and turned off his lantern. As the Nun came running towards his location, it suddenly went dark. With the lack of light, the Nun didn't see the counter in front of it, and instead of stopping as it normally would, it hit it full force, sending it backwards onto the floor due to the impact.

Acting quickly, David reloaded his firearm, jumped up from behind the counter to aim, turning on the light for help.

This was actually a good move, as the creature's night vision came more naturally than its vision in light. It was stunned for only a fraction of a second.

It was enough for David to blow its brains out.

Shaking from stress and fear, he sauntered over ever so slowly to the corpse, gun ready and foot out to nudge it to check if it was alive.

It didn't move when he made sure.

"This fucking place is starting to rattle me," he thought, "What I wouldn't give for my Walkman right now. At least then I could listen to something while I was here."

As he moved away towards the front door, he suddenly realized something about the corpse; the legs were splayed in a rather indecent fashion, and the frock was showing as well. The head was tipped back at an inhuman angle, the back of the skull touching in between the shoulder blades. Most importantly, however, was the fact that somehow, it impaled itself on its own cross, and it stuck out between its breasts, like a wooden stake in a vampire that was put in the wrong way (not to mention that it was also too long).

David started laughing out loud at this. This picture was all too familiar.

"You should be grateful," he started, speaking to the monster, "that I got that bothersome nigger to fry for you. His skin turned darker than it already was when he went into that chair. All for you, ...you fuckin' busybody."

He ended that last part with a sneer. How he hated that religious bitch.

After taking his time disfiguring the corpse with its own cross, as well as using a well placed medical pack he found to patch up his wound (he was grateful for this, as those damn health drinks tasted like shit), he walked out of Happy Burger, continuing the hunt for his treacherous sister. If he had known the truth earlier for what she did, he would have put her in the grave right then and there at the ranch.

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Angela was the first one to make the strike. Hitting her beloved 'son' Jack in the shoulder with her spiked ball, it proved ineffective against the mounds of fat that the monstrosity possessed. Jack, in the meanwhile, had no qualms against hitting his 'parent' with his giant club. Angela was struck hard in the head by the tip. If it had been the bulk of the club that hit her, she would have most certainly had her skull crushed.

Reeling backwards, she slammed against the fleshy wall, actually falling forward afterward with great force due to the springing effect that the wall had. Jack took this to his advantage and swung his club along the floor in order to hit Angela. It struck her on the side, puncturing her skin with one of the giant nails embedded within the weapon. Holding her side in pain as she struggled to stand up, something seized her neck from behind and began to strangle her. It felt like a coarse rope with bits of entanglements within the suppressing noose. Trying to pry it off with both hands, her struggle led her to be turned around, where it was revealed that it was Jill's hair that was strangling her like some sort of snake, and that the female monster was already in progress of trying to run Angela through with one of her claws. Before Angela could be impaled, she dodged to the side as Jill charged past her and planted her foot into the demon's tailbone, sending it crashing into Jack and impaling his stomach. This worked against Angela as well, however, as she was still caught in the noose. She ended up being pulled along with Jill and wound up falling flat on her face.

As she tried to recover from her dizzy spell, Angela readied her weapon again for any possible assault from any angle. As luck would have it, it seemed Jill and Jack had come into a bit of a struggling match. Jill's claws seemed stuck withing the folds of Jack's fat, and both were violently struggling to get free. Jill's hair even let go of Angela due to the lack of concentration. Taking advantage of the situation, Angela charged in and swung with all her might to hit Jill in between her shoulder blades. Jill shrieked in pain and swung out her free arm to strike Angela, but she ducked before they could hit her and struck again, this time hitting Jill in the head. This stunned Jill, allowing Angela to get in much more swings all over her body. What was worse for Jill was the fact that Jack got tired of struggling. Using his free arm, he grabbed his sister's elbow, and crunched it with his fist. Jill screamed and slashed at Jack's chest, with no real success in causing any damage due, once again, to the fat. After a couple of seconds of pulling and jerking on the arm in question, everyone in the room was treated to the sound of ripping flesh and sinew as Jill's arm was pulled off from the elbow. Bodily fluids were sprayed everywhere as Jill flailed her stump around in pain. Jack wasn't phased by the mutilation of his sister as he proceeded to attempt a sideswipe to his mother with his club. Angela jumped back just as it brushed the front of her sweater. One could say that that was too close for comfort.

As quickly as things spiraled out of control for Jill, she just as quickly regained her composure and chose to continue fighting, ignoring the fact that she had lost her arm. Whipping her head around in a circular motion, she managed to create a kind of helicopter effect with her hair and soon it was swinging around like the deadly rotors of the aforementioned vehicle. Even as her body began to wobble from the dizzying feat, Jill still managed to keep enough stability within her to trudge towards Angela and bring the deadly hair blades with her. Jack, not liking the look of the attack, stayed a few feet behind his sister in order to avoid getting caught up in the maelstrom.

Angela backed away slowly, letting Jill think that she had the advantage. However, this was a different Angela from before. This one was calculating, cruel, clever, and merciless. She had a little surprise prepared for her fake daughter. Angela was actually leading her into a corner of the room. As the two progressed, there was less and less room for the hair to swing around as they went into that corner, and while the hair was like blades, they were, in the end, still hair.

The attack went on, even going so far as to hitting a club and slicing it cleanly in half as she progressed. However, when it reached the walls, where normal blades would just stop at the obstacle, her hair began to wobble when it hit the fleshy exterior, causing them to fling around in a disorderly fashion. As she tried to steady herself, the hair started to tangle itself and get knotted. Jill was even slashed across the chest by her own undoing.

When the twirling died down, Angela struck, using her weapon as a kind of choking wire and began to strangle Jill, who was knelt down due to the pain, allowing Angela to reach her neck.

Angela was surprised at how amazingly weak the tall woman was. When she had a firm hold on the noose created with one hand, she used the other to easily grip Jill's free arm to keep it from slashing her. When Angela saw how wide Jill's mouth got when she screamed, however, an evil, sadistic look played over Angela's features, making her almost unrecognizable. Forcing Jill's arm to bend so that her nails faced her mouth, she used her strength to force Jill's nails to plunge into the back of her throat and out from behind her skull. She fell down, twitching.

Angela originally intended to retrieve her weapon, but that proved impossible as Jack, upset at his sister's mutilation (despite the fact that he earlier did something of that nature) let out a scream of anger and did an overhead swing at Angela. She managed to roll away to the side, and instead, Jack accidentally finished off his own sister, crushing every bone in her body and leaving her looking like a smashed insect. The only consolation he had was that he managed to smash Angela's weapon as well.

This did not deter her, however. As Jack wailed over the loss of his sister, Angela managed to sneak behind him and plant a foot in his back. Jack, who was already hunched over his sister's body, fell over. This ended up killing him, to Angela's delight and surprise. Almost everyone knows the phrase "the bigger they are, the harder they fall", correct? This is why insects can survive a two story fall, and elephants can fall too far without getting killed. Jack's mass was so great that any type of force from the earth threatened to splatter him, and that it did. When he fell, he burst open like a hammer hitting a watermelon from all the force the earth exerted back on his massive body.

Angela didn't get out clean, however. The wave of the stench, guts, and bodily fluids actually worked against her as she was flown across the room due to all the force. She ended up hitting her head against the door she came in, and found a hand grabbing the top of her head. She was pulled up and forced the face a familiar sight; a green glowing door, only the hand was coming from the wood itself rather than the zombie version of herself, like at the ranch. Eventually, more of that hand began to extend, until it became and arm, then a shoulder, and finally a body. However, the fact that it was a spectre wasn't what scared her, but rather who it was.

"Mother Samantha," trembled Angela.

The spirit that had emerged, was a nun.

Angela once again blacked out.