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Chapter Five: Infatuation with You

Ericka stared at the six once-arcade-staff members awkwardly making their way towards her. She backed up again and felt the smooth strangely warm wall where the door should be. Feeling there was no other choice; Ericka aimed the shotgun at the thing closest to her.

Ericka pulled the trigger and was once again not prepared for the recoil. Luckily though, she blew a hole through the things stomach. It paused for a moment and looked down at the hole in its abdomen. A few internal organs dropped out of the hole while others from the top half fell to the bottom. Then it started walking towards her again.

Her eyes widened in horror. She tried to scream but felt her mouth go dry. Ericka pumped the gun in her hands and pulled the trigger another time. She watched as her shot this time destroyed its left leg. The body of the creature fell to the ground. Still it crawled towards her waving the power drill in one hand menacingly.

Ericka pumped the shotgun and pulled the trigger a third time. The head and most of what was left of its spine exploded from the impact and splattered the surrounding area. Ericka felt warm chunks slap her shirt. Ericka was both disgusted and relieved that the thing had stopped moving.

The brunette readied the weapon and fired again into the crowd of employees. Her shot took one of another creature's arms. The weapon it had been holding fell to the ground. The chainsaw sputtered on the ground for a few seconds before it seemed to lose power. Ericka prepared to take another shot. She pulled the trigger, and-

Click

She pulled the trigger three more times in quick succession.

Click, click, click

"Damn it!" she screamed. The remaining employees (including the one she just shot) were getting closer. She fumbled with the zipper to the bag at her waist. Once open, she blindly shoved her hand in and groped around for shotgun shells. She felt her hand close around what she assumed was the right ammo and pulled out quickly. Too damn quickly. The shells fell to the ground.

"Shit!" she yelled. The things were getting closer. Ericka dropped the shotgun and moved her hand to the handgun. She aimed for the head of the closest enemy and heard that god forsaken click sound again. After a few seconds, she remembered that she'd never reloaded it after running out of ammo in the restaurant.

God hates me was all Ericka could think to herself. The monster near her was ready to slam an emergency axe with a blade the size of Asia down on her, when it tripped over the body on the floor she'd managed to kill. The others paused for a minute when they noticed that two bodies were now blocking their path.

I take that back Ericka thought, God loves me. While the things in front of her struggled to find a way around the foot high barrier in their path, Ericka grabbed a handful of shells for the shotgun. It took her a few seconds but she figured out how to reload the weapon. She was back on her feet with the shotgun in her hands the same time that the five remaining of the arcade staff started towards her again.

I only put four shells in, so I need to slow them down after the fourth so I can reload… This seemed simple enough. So why did she feel so damn nervous? Ericka pulled the trigger of the shotgun. The head of the one with the axe was gone in a few seconds. It fell to the ground.

Then it stood up. It started to feel around blindly for her. Ericka pulled the trigger three more times and watched the results. Another body joined the first on the floor and another of the staff had a rather large hole in his chest. Ericka scooped up the remaining ammo on the floor and shoved it into the shotgun. That was only three shots worth.

She'd managed to get a third down before having to reload. For once she had time to shove as many shells in the shotgun as would fit, which was only six. Once this round of shots was fired, all of the bodies were on the ground. Ericka sighed with relief. They were still twitching a little, but it wasn't anything she thought she had to be worried about.

Ericka knelt down near the chainsaw for a second. It might be a good idea to take it, but then again she was struggling for carrying space as it was. Even if she had the space that thing had no gas in it. She found that out by pulled the cord used to start it with. Forgetting the power tool, she started walking down the hallway.

In a few minutes, she came across another door. She pushed it open and felt cold air blow across her face. She was outside again. Ericka turned around and saw that the hallway she'd come out of was now ordinary.

The first thing Ericka did was reload both guns. The handgun still had a good amount of ammo left in it, but the shotgun was a little less reassuring (She fully loaded the shotgun and only had two bullets left). Once that was done, she checked her map, and started to head towards Alchemilla Hospital.

The rusted gates creaked open slowly as Ericka pushed against them. She'd made it all the way to the hospital, which had been a good five minute walk, without incident. Now she was in front of Alchemilla Hospital. The large building was partially secluded from the neighborhood around it by the gates. Ericka walked through the opening she'd made in the gates and went up to the finished wooden doors that were the main entrance to the hospital.

The doors opened to reveal a waiting room of types that had definitely seen better days. Magazines from the once-proud coffee table in the middle of the room were scattered carelessly on the surrounding floor. Some posters and flyers were hanging on the walls behind the chairs placed against the wall. One in particular that caught her attention showcased a nurse (she assumed so) holding a bottle of something. Probably a drug.

In the corner directly to her right was a potted plant that had long since withered and died. The soil from the pot had been scattered across the floor thanks to the cracks in the green-blue ceramic. There were footprints in it. Did that mean someone was here? Or was the stale, hot air in the room unmoving, and therefore old steps were left undisturbed?

To her left was a receptionist's desk. There was a small stand on top of the desk with a coupled of yellowed pamphlets. Ericka picked one up. The words 'Welcome to our hospital!' were on top. Ericka opened it up and saw a small diagram of three floors on the map. Despite the fact that she had no idea what she was looking for, Ericka put the map in her pocket. Even if she didn't know where to go, she could at least start on the first floor.

Ericka rounded the corner ahead of her and walked down the hall. She didn't get far when she saw a pool of blood leaking out from under a door to her left. I think I'll avoid that door, Ericka thought. She walked forward to the set of double doors ahead of her. They groaned in protest as she tried to open them, but they gave, and she walked into the hall of the first floor.

According to the map, there were no patient rooms on this floor. Ericka silently gave a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but she wasn't keen on visiting a patient's room. Ericka tested a few doors and found that most of them wouldn't open. The three that did were the two bathrooms and another set of double doors that led to another hallway on the first floor.

She didn't exactly have to go the bathroom so she didn't waste time going in. She was still trying to find her parents after all. Granted the trail of blood led only to the arcade before stopping, but that film she saw in there was too much like that dream she'd had. This place seemed like it was calling to her. Ericka tried a few doors but found that the locks were broken. Ericka noticed the smooth wall to her left was surprisingly clean.

Ericka saw another door towards the end of the hall with a tag next to it that said 'basement stairwell'. She pushed the handle a little and then pulled. The door was broken. Smiling over the fact that she didn't have to go to a dark basement in this disturbing-as-hell-wished-it-could-be town, Ericka walked towards the glass doors that looked like they led to a courtyard. These doors opened easily. She walked out into the mist covered area.

There was a bench a ways down, and as Ericka came closer, she saw who was sitting in it. Stacy was holding what looked to be a picture. Ericka walked up to her. "Stacy?" asked Ericka. Stacy jumped. As her shock died down, she pocketed the picture before staring at Ericka with utmost confusion.

"Who are you?" asked Stacy offensively, as if Ericka was a strange man holding a gun. Well, she was holding a shotgun. Ericka set the gun on the ground, careful to aim the weapon away from either of them.

"Stacy?" Ericka started. "It's me, Ericka," Stacy continued to stare in confusion for a while before slowly shaking her head as if dismissing her doubt.

"Oh…yeah," was all Stacy said. Ericka looked at her for a while. She looked like she'd gone through a lot of stress since their last meeting. The blond wasn't even rambling. She even seemed kind of taciturn.

"Are you…" Ericka tested the words for a little. "All right?" Stacy suddenly looked furious.

"Why the hell do you keep saying that!" demanded the girl. "I'm not some damn whore!" Ericka backed up a step. She hadn't been expecting her to say that. "People just say that! Just like they called me an ugly bitch! It's not true! None of it is!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Ericka. "I've never said any of that!"

"Get the hell away from me!" Ericka yelled at the top of her lungs. Ericka didn't dare move as the late teen ran by her and went back into the hospital. Ericka waited outside for a short while to make sure that Stacy got as far away as possible. Meeting her again wasn't on her 'most important things' list.

Ericka looked towards the bench and saw the photograph had fallen out of her pocket. Intrigued, she picked it up. The photo showed Stacy standing with three other people. Two of which seemed like her parents and the third was either a younger brother or a younger boyfriend. It didn't matter to her. But why was Stacy staring at this?

Ericka turned to go back to the hospital. Stacy should have had plenty of time to get away. On her way back, she found a small key on the ground. Ericka looked at it for a short while before taking it. She'd learned by now that if she found a key, odds were she was going to need it.

The only place left on the first floor she hadn't checked was the elevator. Ericka pressed the call button and stepped into the elevator when the doors slid open a few seconds later. The inside of the elevator looked relatively nice aside from the dust covering everything. Ericka looked at the panel where the buttons were. There were five of them. One to open the door, one to close it, and three to go to the specified floors.

Ericka went towards the '2', but saw the plastic button was cracked and sunken in to the panel. As she thought, nothing happened when she pressed the button. That left one place. Ericka pushed the '3' and waited as the cables in the elevator began to move with the gentle hum of machinery.

The doors opened in a second, and Ericka walked out into a small square room. The only place to go was a door on the left wall, and it was locked. Happy that she found the key, Ericka stuck it into the lock and pushed open the door. This hallway didn't feel right. Immediately, Ericka wanted to leave.

A sudden chill coursed through the air. Ericka reluctantly took a step into the hallway. She didn't get far when she noticed how dark it got the further away from the open door and window behind her she got. She flicked on the flashlight. The light helped considerably. She found her way through the hallway and came across a door that was one of the patient's rooms. Written in blood was her name.

Ericka closed her eyes, and opened the door. "Amy!" cried a happy voice. Ericka opened her eyes. She was in the small cement room from her dream and the video. Sitting on a chair in the middle was that crazy woman. "It's me! Your mother! Kelly, remember?"

Okay, so now Crazy Lady had a name. "I'm not your daughter," said Ericka. The woman shook her head.

"I know we haven't seen much of each other, but I'm so glad you decided to visit while I was here!" Kelly said. "I had a little accident," She pointed to her completely undamaged forehead. Kelly's head suddenly jerked to the left so it rested on her shoulder in an awkward position. "Bitch, you shouldn't know I'm here. You don't exist yet, Veronica," The head returned to its normal position and Kelly continued to talk as if nothing had happened.

"What do I owe the honor of your visit to? Did you just come out of concern?" Without waiting for an answer, Kelly ran up and hugged her. "I love having you around." Behind Kelly, a small patch of a dark red substance and what looked like black fungus had appeared on the wall. Ericka could see it vividly from her position. It started to grow.

"Get off me," was all Ericka could say. The patch grew larger and started to wrap around the room. It encased everything. As it got closer, Ericka repeated herself with more defiance in her tone. "Get off of me!"

Kelly seemed to be holding on to her with superhuman strength. "But your mother loves you. I don't want you to leave," As the mix of what Ericka put together as blood and black mold got closer, Ericka's vision started to fade. The last thing she heard before she blacked out was the most chilling word Kelly had said. "I don't want you to leave me…ever,"

Ericka woke up with her face stuck to the disturbing mix from earlier. Disgusted, she pulled her self off of it and tried to wipe her face clean. After a while, she managed to pull open the door to the room and walked out into the hall. She was in that nightmare world again.

Random hospital stretchers decorated the halls with sheets pulled over them. The walls were dripping with the blood-mold mix from the other room. The floor was a steel cage. The first thing other then her surroundings that Ericka noticed was that most of the doors had chains in front of them, preventing anyone from opening them.

Far down the hall, she heard banging on a door and a little girl's voice. "Help me! Please!" Ericka ran down the hall. If there was a little girl, of course she had to help her. Ericka reached the chained door where she was banging. Ericka looked through the barred window on this door to see if the little girl was alright.

Ericka felt herself choke down vomit that had made a sudden and strong attempt to escape her. The little girl banging on the door had no face. A large hole was gouged where the face should be and rotting mush that she assumed was a brain occupied the half of a skull.

Ericka ran away from the door. She pulled that map out of her pocket. She had to get out of her. In a few minutes, she found the stairwell. The door wouldn't open. It took her a second to realize the panel with buttons that had letters on them. Above it was a small note.

10 letters, please

KILL ME ONLY!

Ericka stared at the paper and tried putting in 'kill me only' on the letter pad. Nothing happened. Ericka sighed and turned the paper over. A list of writing was there.

KILL ME

KILL MEI

KILLS ME

KILL MEA

KILL MEW

KILLU ME

KILL MEB

KILLL ME

KILLE ME

KILL MEE

KILLD ME

Ericka stared at the note for a while. Was the code in there? She thought about it. The paper front had said '10 letters', and 'kill me only!'. But on the back was more then just 'kill me'. Did she have to find ten letters that didn't belong in 'kill me'? Thinking it was better then just standing in this hellhole of a hospital, Ericka looked at the paper. In order, the extra letters were i, s, a, w, u, b, l, e, e, and d.

I Saw U Bleed is ten letters, Ericka thought. Ericka pushed the corresponding buttons and heard a satisfying click from the door. She pulled it open and saw Stacy sitting in a corner on the steps. When she saw her, Stacy looked directly into her eyes.

"Ericka," she said quietly. "I'm scared," Ericka walked down a few steps towards her. "Don't come closer!" Stacy screamed, waving a scalpel in Ericka's general direction. "I'm sorry. It's better you stay away…but…" Stacy started to cry.

"Stacy, why is it better?" Ericka knew this girl needed serious help, and being in Silent Hill probably wasn't helping matters. The tears on Stacy's cheeks began to increase in number.

"It's because their coming…Please!" Stacy was choking over her own sobs. "Don't leave me alone here!" Ericka had to try and help her.

"It's alright, Stacy," soothed Ericka, taking a step closer. "No one is here but us,"

"You're wrong!" snapped Stacy. "They're coming for me! They just keep saying its my fault! The kids at school…they distracted me earlier! That's why I couldn't focus! I didn't…I didn't…the car didn't stop in time!" She was crying as hard as she could. Fear shone brightly in her eyes.

"The car?" asked Ericka.

"We used to go here…resort side…just the four of us. I said…I said that I would…I didn't see the car!" Stacy kept crying. Suddenly, her eyes shot to the staircase leading down to the second floor. "No! Please! Don't!"

Ericka looked, but saw nothing. Stacy did though. Three people were climbing the steps. Chunks of flesh and even a limb were missing from the people. Large chunks of sharp metal were jutting out of one of the people. Some were missing an eye. Two of them grabbed one of Stacy's arms each. Through Ericka's eyes, Stacy threw her own hands into the air.

"No…" choked Stacy through the sobs. "Mommy…daddy…please!" she was heaving from the sobs and that made her last word sound like 'plea-he-he-hease!' Ericka couldn't move. She couldn't even feel her legs. "I'm sorry!" she sniffed her runny nose. "Please!"

Stacy watched as the third picked up the scalpel that she had dropped and Ericka watched as Stacy lowered one arm to lift the weapon herself. The corpse walked slowly towards her and Ericka saw Stacy raise the scalpel above her throat. It raised the sharp metallic object high. Stacy gave once last heave from her sobs before the corpse drove the scalpel home. Ericka slammed her eyes shut as her heard some sputtering. Finally, she managed to pry them open.

Stacy was lying on the ground. Her eyes were lifeless and her body was in an awkward position as blood leaked from her open mouth. All Ericka could see in front of her was a dead blond girl whose fist was clutched around a scalpel jammed in her throat. It didn't look like she was trying to pull the scalpel out, either. From how the scene looked, Stacy had killed herself.

Ericka didn't look twice at the bloody mess of what used to be Stacy. She couldn't. She felt not only grief, but fear too. She had just watched someone kill themselves, so why did it sound like Stacy was pleading for her life?

Maybe she was insane. Maybe this damned town was getting to her, too. Ericka shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts. She went all the way to the first floor and opened the door.

The double doors that Ericka had walked through to come here were gone. Every door was gone. Only the doors that led to the other half of the first floor remained. Ericka turned around, and saw that the door behind her was gone too. She only had one path she could take.

Ericka opened the door and saw a severed arm on the ground in front of her. Ericka went to turn around, but the door she just walked through had been replaced by smooth wall. "Damn it!" Ericka yelled. She stepped over the arm. The arm wasn't the only limb in the hall. A trail of them led to the only other door in the hallway. A sign hung next to it reading 'patient room 101'.

Ericka wanted anything but to open that door, but she had no choice. There was no other place to go. Ericka reluctantly opened the door and quickly as she could in attempts to get rid of the suspense. The little girl with no face was in the room.

Ericka turned to run, but she suddenly found herself in the room. The door locked itself, and Ericka was trapped. A knife poked through the girl's throat and slid down her body like it was cutting butter. Once the body was open, and mass of veins and muscle tissue that somewhat resembled a full grown human stepped out of the body. It awkwardly starting stumbling towards her.

Okay! End of the fifth chapter! I think Stacy's death was confusing, so if you have questions, let me know. Thanks for reading, and please review! Oh, and sorry about the long time it took for the update. I would say it will be up quicker next time but you probably wouldn't believe me. I kinda have a bad rep at doing this. Oh well. Hope you liked it, and please review.