A/N And here is the long-awaited 6th chapter for the Reverse Will. Geez, about time, huh?
Disclaimer! I wonder if anyone has ever been slapped with a law suit by forgetting to write a disclaimer. Anyway you know I do not own James or Silent Hill or Yada-yada.
James continued his dismal walk through the fog, clutching to any shreds of sanity he had left. His mind was set solely on his next destination: Poppywater Park. He hoped with all of his heart that he would find Mary there. He had some heavy questioning to put her through. And then, of course, he would kill her and put her out of his life forever. This thought caused James to grin and walk with a new spring in his step. His happiness didn't last long, however. He came to a halt as a rather disturbing noise reached his ears.
Squealch...
He quickly grabbed his handgun and held it at attention. The noise was the trademark scuffle noise that the rampaging strippers emitted. James flattened himself against the side of a building; the stripper was just around the corner. He could FEEL it. James suddenly began to hum the theme from the James Bond movies. He peeked around the corner in time to witness the stripper waltz into the arched entrance way into Poppywater Park. Still humming, James stalked after the stripper with all the stealth of a wounded buffalo. Eventually, he followed the stripper until it scuffled into a corner formed where two oddly well-trimmed hedges came together.
James paused behind the hedge, poised dramatically for the kill. He sprang out from behind the hedge, awkwardly imitating someone from the Matrix, and pulling the trigger madly. The stripper turned and stared at him (to the best of its ability), completely unharmed. It was then that James remembered he was out of ammunition. The stripper writhed and pulsated as it bent over backwards and sprayed James with its hormone spray. James squeaked in disgust as he grabbed for his wooden plank.
He brutally smashed the skull of the stripper with the plank and it fell to the ground in a twitching mass. James then drew out the stained toothpick given to him by Angelica, deciding to put it to good use. He prodded the mass of shiny stripper with the toothpick until it no longer moved. Then he continued to prod it anyway because it was oddly amusing. Because of this, he failed to notice the person approaching him.
"Hey... are you alright?"
James looked up from his kill, a bloodied toothpick in hand and a confused look on his face. It was a chick. A woman clad in suggestive pink and red clothing with a leopard print skirt. James was disgusted by this woman. Her very appearance screamed "screw me!" and James just didn't feel up to having a sidekick like that following him around. He stood up from the dead stripper and causally wiped the blood from his hands onto his pants.
"No. No, as a matter of fact; I'm not okay." He pointed at the remains of the stripper. "Do you see that thing? It's not normal! This whole place isn't normal! I have been massacring these things since I arrived here, and they spread like the plague! Not to mention Mr. Have-You-Seen-My-Daughter! He's WORSE then the plague!"
The girl stared, seeming mildly interested. "Well, my name's Maria."
"Well, ya know what?" Mused James as he smiled queerly, "That figures. It figures that I would happen to find you, an almost perfect biological replica of Marie, here of all places in this town. And you have her voice. This must be some evil plot devised from the minds of the game designers who are attempting to foreshadow something. Well, FORESHADOW ALL YOU WANT! YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME DOWN!" James screeched to the clouds above who never seem to give a shit about his issues.
He paused for a moment. "Oh, and my name's James. Now you can kindly scuttle along and leave me be for I am on a desperate quest for my dead wife."
"James, huh?" She smirked. "Well I'm going to call you Spot. You say you're looking for your wife; I say that she's not here. I know this because I've been all over this park, and have seen no one except for you."
James eyed her carefully; she seemed mentally unstable; just like everyone else in this God forsaken town. He sighed; good fortune would never come to him. He turned to leave the park.
"Hey, wait!" She scrambled after him. "You can't just leave me here."
"Oh yes I can!" said James merrily. "You mean nothing to me. Now go seduce something and leave me be."
"But I'm going to help you find your wife." She said in a particularly whiney voice. James twitched in annoyance.
"I think I know where to go," He said, "She told me that she would be waiting in our 'special place'. I'm pretty sure that she means the hotel now..."
Maria smirked again. "Special place, huh? The hotel... how suggestive. I'll bet it was your 'special place'."
"Rot in hell." James said flatly. After short squabble over which way they should go and how James was now cursed to have Maria follow him around the duo set off into the town.
So James wandered dismally onward with Maria at his heels like a lost puppy. When ever James attempted to run past a stripper Maria would stand there and flail around her arms screaming for him to save her. At other times she would spit out a completely random snotty remark and just overall annoy him. She was just as annoying as the damned little girl.
He wandered aimlessly down roads until he came across a gas station with a running car sitting by a gas pump. James examined the car, hoping that he could use it to run Maria over and make it look like an accident. But alas, the car was going nowhere. Instead he pulled a metal pipe out of the hood of the car and declared it a weapon. Maria pointed out a nearby building.
"Look," she said, "It's Bob's-Bowl-O-Rama. I say that you should go in and check it out for no reason while Maria stands out side and waits... for no reason."
James stared blankly. "You know what? I hate you. You have to have a reason for making me go in there."
Maria paused. "Well, Maria doesn't like bowling and Spot should go in because it's unlocked. That means something."
James winced. "Are you speaking in third person? That's gross. Just don't say anything else to me, okay? I'll go in." He quickly bolted into the place, not planning on reuniting with Maria anytime soon. He ran blindly inside filled with hopes of finding a back exit, but instead he found Neddy the horrible wrenching blob of fat stuffing his face with a particularly greasy pizza. James squeaked.
"Ew, Neddy that's disgusting! How can you EAT in this place? And where the hell did that pizza come from? Something about this is wrong."
Neddy looked up, his pudgy face flushing red. "Are you sayin' that I'm fat?"
"No... I'm just questioning how you can trust food you find in this place."
"Trust no one." Neddy replied flatly. "The truth is out there." He pointed to the back wall of the bowling joint where the obnoxious little girl was playing with a red bouncy ball.
"Neddy, that didn't answer my question. You're insane."
Tears began to slip from Neddy's bulging eyes, his face twisting with emotion. "You're so mean!" He spat, "Just like the rest of them!" With that, the mass that is Neddy repeatedly smashed his face into his box of pizza. Grease and cheese flew everywhere from the dramatic scene as Neddy continued pulverizing the pizza with his face. James backed away slowly.
"Okay..." He turned in time to see Lorla point and laugh at him before running out the back door which conveniently locked behind her. James yelled in anger and frustration as he bolted out the front door, leaving Neddy to his pizza smashing frenzy. James nearly smacked into Maria as he ran out the door.
"Spot!" Maria shouted. "The little girl went that way!" She pointed to a strip club called Heaven's Day. James blinked.
"Why would a little girl run to a strip club?" Then again, why would anything that makes sense happen in this place? James asked himself. He ran over to the strip club and fought to open the back door, which refused to budge. So Maria wanders over and unlocks the door with three keys conveniently hidden in random parts of her body. She smiled at James suggestively. James threw open the door, hitting her with it roughly and on purpose, as he walked inside. The girl was not in here. Maria seemed to be attempting to seduce James rather poorly as she stepped on the strip club stage and jostled around awkwardly. James left the club through the front door and found himself in a different part of town, just in time to see Lorla scamper into a hospital.
Maria ran up to him. "She ran into the hospital! Lets follow her."
James twitched. "Let's not..." James had a deep loathing for hospitals in general. They just scared him, ever since he was a little kid. He really didn't feel like going into that place. He couldn't even begin to imagine how nasty a hospital could be in this town. Eventually, Maria dragged him kicking and screaming into Brookehaven Hospital.
Once inside, James heard something disgusting. Like the sound of a scuffling stripper, only nastier. From around the corner of the dark hospital corridor a white humanoid figure limped towards him. It looked like a bloodied nurse with a bobble head that went through multiple plastic surgeries to the point where its face was unrecognizable. James was once again reminded sickly of Michael Jackson, and then of Janet Jackson but James always had the sneaking suspicion that Michael and Janet were the same person.
Snapping out of his train of thought and back to the current situation James screamed like a terrified child at the sight of the demon Jackson nurse and pummeled it to death with his rusty pipe. He then proceeded to cower on the hospital floor before the double doors.
"Please, Maria, let's go; this place is naaasty!"
Maria smacked him across the face. "Get a hold of your self, you coward! It's not THAT nasty!"
"Yes it is!" He whined, "I hate hospitals! I hate them! AND THESE NURSE MONSTERS ARE SO FREAKIN' NASTY!" He curled into a shivering ball.
Maria kicked James' leg annoyingly until he stood up and gripped reality once more. He wandered into the nurses' office, Maria close behind and sat in the chair, a shivering mess. Something told him that he was going to have ALOT of fun in this particular hospital. He stared at the random bottles of antibiotics, contemplating swallowing all of them to see if he dies or not. Or better yet, he could strangle himself with an I.V. cord.
Once again poor James found himself questioning what he did to piss off God, forced to live on because of the limits in his pixilated environment.