Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, Konami is king of Silent Hill!
A/N: Please re-read chapter 7 before reading this chaper as chap. 7 has been re-done. Thanks!
When Devon opened his eyes again they were flooded with the sting of bright sunlight. He squeezed them shut, and then opened them again hoping they would adjust to the sunlight a little more quickly. Penny was slumped over the desk, and her heavy breathing told him that she was sound a sleep. He kept thinking he should carry her to a room with a bed, but he would mostly like wake her up in the process. Leaving her where she was, he headed upstairs for a much needed shower, and a change of clothes. He had been wearing the same suit for three days now, and he could the lingering scent of his own body oder. As he let the hot water seep over his body, he thought about all he had discovered about his father. He now knew that his father had ties in the cult religion that came out of Silent Hill, that he had possible dealings in the White Claudia drug ring which also came out of that town, and there was somthing his father wanted him to find, no not just find, but destroy.
When had finished his shower, he slipped into a white t-shirt, and pair of blue jeans. He was a handsome man in his mid-thirties, with dark brown hair, blues eyes, and the most sincere smile one has ever seen. He returned to the study to find that Penny was still sound sleep, he smiled, and once again left her where she was. His stomach was rumbling somthing aweful, and he really hadn't eaten a decent meal, so he decided to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounded good to him, and he was sure it would sound good to Penny too.
Penny awoke to the smell of bacon cooking, and heard the familar whistle of an old tin tea pot. She smiled, and stretched her achy body. Sleeping slumped over a desk does not to wonders for your neck, or back. She stood, and wandered over to her brown purse. After a moment of rumaging through it she pulled out a red hair brush, and a blue compact. She opened the compact, and glanced at her reflection in its tiny round mirror. Her long red hair was a tangled fright, and the papers she fell asleep over had left marks on her rosy cheeks. She sighed and pulled the brush through her hair. She then powered her nose with the little white puff in the compact trying to conseal the dark circles under her emerald green eyes. When she felt she was atleast half way decent, she made her to the kitchen, and there she found Devon.
"Well this is a nice surprise, I didn't even know you could cook Devon." She joked.
"I took a cooking class or two in collage, have seat its just about ready." He said gesturing to the table.
He had set the table neatly for two, complete with napkins, and silverware. She quite surprised he even know the proper placing for the the fork and knife. She slid into the chair, and he placed some scramble eggs on her plate. She helped herself to the plate of bacon, and then served them both some tea. She groped around her plate looking for a spoon until finally realizing that he must not have set any out. She smiled, and stood.
"No spoons, how do we stir our tea with no spoons?" She asked sarcastically.
"So Im not perfect, be gratful I didn't burn the food, second drawer on the left, and oh, the sugar is the cabinet above you, I think." Devon replied as he scooted his chair closer to the table. Penny removed two spoons from the drawer, and then reached up to open the cupboard. As she pulled the doors open, somthing slid out and fell directly onto her head. There laying on the floor at her feet was the sixth chapter.
"Devon its the next chapter!" She exclaimed.
She retieved the book, and the sugar. The two of them then sat side by side, and over bacon, tea, and eggs they read this new chapter.
Chapter 6: Blood on Silent Streets
We waited in the courtyard with the seven chosen guardians of the Dumahllen. All were in full battle regalia suited to their chosen weapons. For example Teklan was of the green Dumahllic and was a specialist in the use of the throwing star so he wore many green sashes, each with a multitude of stars. His rune-covered gauntlet was able to call the stars back to him. The others carried as many of their specialist weapons as they could. I myself had a pair of gauntlets and a large helmet in the shape of a mountain lions head with the jaws open.
A multitude of dragon horns sounded, 'Trophies from past battles,' Sunak explained. The golden gates lifted and Xuchilpaba walked into the courtyard in all her majesty. Her appearance had changed yet again. She had white hair that shone and flowed around and past her shoulders. Her green eyes were now visible and glowed with a fierce intensity. I understood why she had worn the mask. She did not want to make me uneasy. Xuchilpaba was ready for war.
She wore a shimmering red robe. It moved much like the silver garment. The high collar made her hair fall over her shoulders like a waterfall. The hair stopped at her waist to almost hide two curved daggers that almost looked like sickles. With bejewelled golden hilts and white silver blades they looked both beautiful and deadly, much like their owner. We spread our wings and took off beginning the descent to the place I had once known as Lakeside.
We landed outside the old Johnston farm and cautiously approached the town. A thick fog surrounded the area. I noticed a flicker of dim light coming from the Johnston's cattle shed. Sunak conveyed his thoughts, 'Do not draw attention to it young one. We do not want them to be seen. They are the last survivors of this town and will go on to be a most valuable resource in this war, for it is they who will become the next order. You will see them later on.
Convince them that you are on the dark lord's side and give them the seal. They will protect it and when they use it they will unwittingly unleash their doom and also the saviour of the corrupted land. Whenever they do use it a creature will be born. It will be corrupt whenever it enters this place. Make sure that you use Xuchilpaba's blood to purify it or else it will remain a demon of incredible power. If this happens then at least Zanthar will think he has the upper hand as he festers in his prison.'
I was a little confused, 'What's going to happen to Xuchilpaba? What do you know?' Sunak sighed, 'I know that the prophecies must first come through a circle of corruption until they finally come true and the second coming is upon us.' 'Judgement day?' I finally understood. 'Yes,' Sunak said with a tired voice. 'Just witness the events and stay sharp. Things will become clearer later.'
We reached the small elementary school. It was named after the place that we had left burning to cinders before moving to Lakeside. I looked at the now faded sign of Midwich Elementary School and inwardly shook my head. I had hoped to someday bring my own children here to learn the beauty of a world that is so fragile that it could be overthrown by dark forces or destroyed in the blink of an eye.
We stepped into the playground with disgust on our faces. There was a larger fire here but it was not made for keeping people warm. I could feel bile rising to the back of my throat as I beheld the impaled body of Elsa Oleson, the school mistress dead and roasting like a pig on a spit. Children's jawless, decapitated heads fuelled the fire. The fire did not seem to decompose the heads in any way, if anything I would say that the massacre was fresh.
"I will start here." Xuchilpaba announced, "Make sure that I am not disturbed or the ritual will be corrupted." We spread out, checking the shadows of the schoolyard for any spies of Zanthar. I was concentrating my search on the roof after the last massacre of Lakeside. Once we had made sure that everything was relatively safe we all turned to watch Xuchilpaba.
She cut her wrists with the daggers and then pointed them towards the ground so that the blood flowing from her wrists trickled down to the tips of the blades. The precious red drops started coming faster until a consistent trickle flowed. Xuchilpaba started drawing her symbol in the ground with her blood. I knew it well. The snake trapped between two places by a large circle inside a pyramid that was then encircled with arcane runes.
A growling was heard from inside the school and a cloud of darkness started to spread from the front doors. Suddenly a large, grey reptilian shape burst through the doors. "The dragon. Quickly protect the Goddess. Divert it for now and I will help you defeat it. I will need my energy for later.' I took control again but this time I felt stronger instead of weaker it seemed that little break in heaven did me the world of good.
I quickly looked around for a weapon. My eyes fell upon an old steel hoop with a stick lying nearby. 'Bastard probably devoured the child that owned this.' I grabbed the hoop and snuck close to the beast. It sniffed the air in search of prey. 'It must be nearly blind. Use that to your advantage.' Focused on the other warriors of the Dumahllen the beast did not notice me fly directly above it. I swooped down and slipped the small metal ring over the jaws of the great beast. I landed close to it, well within its vision and started to jab at its soulless black eyes with the stick.
Not surprisingly the dragon changed course fairly quickly. It stumbled awkwardly but still surprisingly quickly for its size. I brought the thing crashing into the adjoining yard. There was a straining squeal of metal, as the small ring was ripped apart by the beast. Its jaws now freed the dragon lunged at me with renewed vigour. The chosen of the Dumahllen were torn between watching Xuchilpaba, the rest of the grounds in case of any surprises and my battle with the Dragon.
Xuchilpaba finished and called over to me, "I am leaving now. You and Duraal make sure that the marking is not disturbed until the sun breaks through the clouds. That will be the signal that I have finished the ritual." I dodged another attack and shouted "OK," as the beast locked its jaws around the corner of a house crushing it to smithereens and making the house list at an awkward angle.
'Ok Sunak. How do I stop this thing?' I jumped onto the roof of the house to avoid getting swiped by the beast's tail. Sunak's reply came after a worrying delay, 'We don't. Not entirely. It is not our place to do so. We shall merely put it into a state of slumber. The Dragon slayer has not yet been born.' I sighed 'I should have figured on a cryptic answer from you. Ok then how do we do that because I'm not sure that this twig is really going to do the trick, now is it?' Silence. 'Aww no. You can't be serious.' Sunak cut in quickly, 'In a way yes. Do you know how to fire an arrow?'
'Yes. Chief Black Bear taught everyone how to shoot an arrow in case the town came under attack again and we ran out of bullets. Or had to hunt in the wild for food.' I started to see fire, earth, air, water and spirit being woven into a simple pattern. 'Hold out your stick.' I watched in amazement as the stick divided and changed to form a bow and arrow. The arrow had runes on the tip. 'A simple sleeping spell to make the creature dormant until the Dragon slayer arrives.' I rolled my eyes, 'Great' I said sarcastically.
The beast meanwhile had been munching steadily on the side of the house in an effort to make me slide into its waiting jaws. Its plan was working but unbeknownst to the Dragon it was doing exactly what I wanted it to do. I now beheld its ugly form in all its hideous glory. It was as long as a house and as wide as a coach and horses. Its skin was a mottled grey with soulless black eyes resting on either side of its flat head. Its jaws opened vertically and could have easily swallowed as much as horse whole. Unfortunately it was not trying to devour a horse at this point in time but me instead.
Out of nowhere the dark cloud that had burst out of the school with the Dragon earlier now swarmed over me, blocking my vision. I tried desperately to fly away but my wings were paralysed. I clawed my way up the roof of the still sinking house, shredding my fingers on the splinters of the roof. I could smell the lingering stench of decayed flesh on the creature's breath. I slid slowly down into the jaws of impending doom. 'Not dying like this.' I panicked as I kicked at the jaws that snapped at my feet.
'Any suggestions or magic spells to get us out of this one Mr know it all?' A worrying silence ensued before the dread word was uttered, 'Pray?' For some reason my left hand still grasped the bow and arrow. My legs were now partially inside the beast's jaws, propping them open. Suddenly a beam of blinding sunlight burst through the clouds and dispelled the darkness with a loud screeching. I felt the beast's grip loosen and wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation.
I quickly planted both of my feet the roof and back flipped out of the Dragon's jaws and onto its smooth and flat back. The creature roared and started bucking like a wild horse and thrashing its long tail sending Duraal flying. 'Good. Serves him right for not helping.' I quickly jumped off the Dragon's back and rolled under a small bush, just avoiding getting shredded to pieces under the beast's claws. I ran back to another yard, took aim and waited for the beast to come crashing through the white picket fence.
It did not disappoint and soon small white splinters were sticking out of Mrs Oleson's flowerbed. The Dragon charged at me with its jaws agape. The world slowed down for a moment as I loosed the arrow into the very maw of the beast. Its jaws closed with a loud groan just a hairs breadth from my face. I could still hear the Dragon's shallow breathing as I gave out a sigh of relief. After a while I was sure that there was something wrong with my hearing as the sounds of battle continued to sound in my ear. I followed the sounds of fighting and saw why Duraal couldn't have helped me earlier.
He was fending off a small number of small headless cadavers wielding daggers. 'Oh my God. He must have gotten the rest of the children.' It was a gruesome realisation that the once beloved children of Lakeside had either been nailed to trees or had become unholy terrors. Nothing it seemed was sacred to Zanthar; even the defiled corpses of children could be used as conscripts in his unholy army.
I saw Duraal's axes flying in a whirlwind of blue and silver as he fought to stay alive. I started to make my way towards him when a voice that sent shivers down my spine spoke. "Stop and turn around Sunak." Sunak took control of me and turned around. There in the middle of the road stood the deformed body of Filbar now controlled by the demon Nathaniel.
He also wore armour but his was more suited to a warhorse. All except for the helmet, which was of a black snakes head, the fangs forming bars that protected his face. In a blur of motion I found a sword and shield in my hands, both were as white as lightning. Nathaniel automatically went into a defensive position. "Easy fool. I come with tidings of your mistress. If you don't believe me here's proof" The abomination held out a small round disc with Xuchilpaba's symbol on it.
Sunak smiled "We have won then," he muttered. Nathaniel laughed darkly, "Was it such a great victory for you to lose your queen white knight? Let me tell of how it came to pass." The beast held a sick pride in his voice when he told his tale. "I was the first to notice that something was going on when I saw you out of your prison so I went to report to my lord. Not only was he pleased at my release but he had also anticipated that your lady was up to something. When I returned to my master I did not return to a few loyal beings but to a massive army ready and willing to do his bidding. My lord needs souls to power the travelling devices and who better to use than those of the once loyal followers of your order.
Anyway we heard reports of an envoy in the town so my lord sent his own. By the time I reached your lady there was only one guard left and against a legion of my lord's followers they did not stand a chance. The weakling you sent from the red tower did not deserve the colour. Klintoch was his name I believe." Nathaniel smiled cruelly when he saw Sunak's grip tighten on his weapon. "He fell in the first wave and died screaming like a child as the flesh was ripped from his living body." Nathaniel brought a red broadsword into view and waved it in front of me.
"As for your lady we brought her straight to my lord Zanthar. Where he held a very public execution in which she begged for mercy before getting hacked into twelve pieces by the rusty dull blade of the punisher's knife. The punishment took quite some time and the screams…ahh the screams were exquisite. Her sorrow tasted like a rare and fine wine. Her remains were scattered across my lord's dominion. I found this coin left on her body. Here…" He flicked it over towards my waiting palm. I caught it deftly with a snarl.
Nathaniel smirked, "Keep it. It will serve well as a reminder to show what happens when someone crosses my lord." Suddenly a loud "Thuchink" was heard and I saw Nathaniel's eyes bulge in their sockets. I looked behind him to see a large blue axe rise and fall again, this time with a more meaty sound to the blow. It was Duraal, "Bastard killed Klintoch." Sunak still in control took his sword, quickly lopped off Filbar's head and stabbed the other head through the mouth to split the body from crotch to gizzard. The remains fell to the ground like a meaty sack and quickly slithered away into the school.
"Let's go after him," Duraal encouraged. Sunak nodded in agreement, "Yes surely but first release me from this shell." I was quite offended at being referred to as a shell but I held my tongue. "Of course," Duraal replied. The two warriors wove a complex spell of the five elements. I saw a body materialise out of nowhere. It was that of a warrior in white clothing and the same armour as I wore now. White light poured from my body and I watched awestruck. And then he was there, the noble being that had inhabited me. Sunak spoke, "This is the last time that I shall speak to you for a long time little one. You know what to do now, the rest is up to you, do not fail us." I was earnest in my reply, "I promise that I will bring her back." He smiled, "I believe that you will. Relax now little one and let the darkness take you." I obeyed and as I fell to the dirt road I saw an army of demons heading my way. Darkness.
Penny looked at Devon, a piece of bacon between her fingers, and was about to speak when there came a knock on the door. Having been startled by its echoing thunder they both jumped. Penny dropped the piece of bacon onto her plate, and gather up the book fragment. Devon went to the front door, and peered through the peep hole. He sighed a bit irritated, and opened the door.
"Good morning officer Gucci, won't you come in, this is Penny, she is a friend of mine, Penny officer Gucci of the Brahm's PD."
A/N: Please R&R, and once again I am sorry for the delay.
