Authors Note: Well here's Chapter 5, not much more to say! This chapter by me, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: We don't own Resident Evil, Halo, Silent Hill, or any other video game referenced in this fiction.

AJ was struggling against the wrist restraints that kept him bound to the gurney as Pyramid Head entered the room and killed the 'good doctor'. His gaze wandered up to meet the cold steel of the Pyramid helmet that the beast favored, as he stopped struggling against the restraints.

"Do it if you're going to do it, I won't cry or beg." AJ spat defiantly. To his utter surprise the blade wielding monster turned his back and left AJ pinned to the gurney.

Sighing heavily AJ returned to his struggle against the restraints that kept him on the gurney. Coming to an abrupt stop AJ calmed himself; he knew he needed to conserve his strength as the day ahead would be long and strenuous. The tactician looked from one wrist restraint to the other; they consisted of rope tightly bound to the rails on the side of the gurney. These Order characters obviously had a lot of experience in tying people up, so chances were he would find no fault in the bindings. AJ cycled through his options before he settled on the best idea.

He brought his foot up and placed it on the gurney rail that the binding was tied to. AJ gave it a strong push but the rail didn't give. Drawing his leg back he pounded the rail repeatedly, the bolts keeping it together finally giving in as the rail snapped off the base of the gurney. He slid the binding off the busted rail and with a free hand, getting the other untied was no difficult task.

Once free AJ searched for something he could use as a weapon until he could get his hands on something more effective. The ground in the operating theater was littered with surgical tools and AJ found a surgical knife with a decent sized blade. Examining the blade he tested it's durability to make sure it would not break when he needed it to work. Satisfied he flipped the weapon to hold it backhanded –AJ had always found that more comfortable and fitting of his fighting style.

Venturing out into the hallway carefully he checked each direction, nothing but darkness, rust, and peeling walls in both directions. Thinking for a moment AJ collected his thoughts and decided that his first priority was finding Rebecca. All he knew was that she was in the hospital somewhere and that the halls were likely crawling with Order soldiers.

Deciding on a direction he turned left out of the operating theater and quietly made his way down the hallway. To say all was silent would be a bold faced lie; the hallways, the floor, the very structure of the building seemed to creak and crackle on its own. The ambient sound only served to add to AJ's paranoia, his senses attuned to every snap and creak around him.

AJ made another left into the first hallway that appeared along the wall. Stopping near immediately he could see a figure looming in the hallway, its back to him. It looked to be an Order Soldier from the look of its rag tag armor and the pipe it carried in its left hand. What caught AJ's attention however was the pistol holstered on the soldier's right hip. If he could sneak up on the Order Soldier, perhaps he could dispatch him without a struggle.

Holding his breath AJ crept toward the Order soldier, his footsteps masked by the ambient sound of the building around him. Several beads of sweat ran down his face as AJ's heart beat heavily in his ears. Closing the distance between himself and the Order soldier he readied the surgical knife. Slowly reaching up he suddenly snatched the soldier around his head and pulled it back to expose his neck. Acting quickly, AJ drove the surgical knife deep into his throat before yanking it hard to the left and tearing it out the side of his neck.

The crimson lifeblood of the soldier spurted from his severed arteries onto the walls and floor to mix with the rust common of Silent Hill. The soldier gurgled loudly as his blood quickly began to fill his lungs; the race to see if he would bleed out or drown in his own fluids was on. Stepping back AJ let the soldier fall to his knees and clutch at his throat before falling to the floor, dead on impact.

Breathing heavily AJ looked down at the carnage he created, the blood pooling beneath the soldier's body. Looking from the body to his hands he stared at the blood that coated his unsteady fist and the surgical knife. A feeling of dread set into the pit of his stomach before he shook it off knowing Rebecca needed his help.

AJ crouched down and wiped the blood off on the soldiers back and pocketed the surgical knife. Now with both of his hands free, he pulled the pistol and its holster off of the dead soldier and put it on his own belt. As he drew the pistol from its holster and prepared to head further down the hall, the radio on the Order crackled to life.

"Prisoner secur--… o…--th floor of hosp--… ure wil--… hortly…" the man over the radio spoke, much of his message garbled in static. As much of the message was lost, AJ was sure that he was talking about Rebecca; after all she too was taken into the hospital and from the sound of it she was on one of the upper floors.

AJ 's brow furrowed for a moment, he had to save Rebecca no matter what it took. Bringing up the pistol –an old Colt M1911-- he drew back the slide and chambered a round. An intense feeling of discomfort suddenly washed over him, as if something was watching him. AJ spun around quickly looking for any sign of his stalker. The ceiling above him creaked suddenly, a creak that sounded out of synch with the rest of the ambient noise.

Holding his breath AJ scanned the hallway for a few moments, but to no avail. Forcing himself to move onward he headed down the hallway, pistol ready. The rest of the hallway was devoid of all life until he reached the elevator. Pressing the call button the door opened instantly and allowed him inside. The rusty look and screeching sound the elevator made when he stepped inside made AJ uneasy, but there was no other option right now; the elevator was the quickest route to Rebecca and every second counted.

AJ hit the button for the top floor, figuring he could work his way down from there. The elevator screeched as the rusty cables brought it up the elevator shaft. The elevator slowed only a few floors and the doors began to squeak open. Slightly confused AJ raised his pistol wondering if someone else had hit the call button. Before the doors had fully opened the cables of the elevator let out a loud creak before a metallic snap rang out. The elevator began to shake and the doors were just open enough for AJ to dive out onto the floor before the elevator gave way and fell down the elevator shaft.

AJ's hard impact to the floor caused him to lose grip on the pistol as it skittered across the floor. AJ looked up from his face down, prone position to see a pair of heavy boots less than a foot from his face.

"Oooooh shit…" was all AJ had a chance to say before he was hoisted from his prone position and suspended in the air. He found himself face to face with another Order soldier, but this soldier looked like he had his wheaties for breakfast. The Order soldier drew back and threw AJ into the wall with all his might. AJ impacted the wall with a hard metallic thud before collapsing to the floor.

Scrambling to his feet AJ had barely enough time to get up before the soldier wound up and let fly a devastating punch that connected with AJ's ribs. The tactician hit the wall again but did not falter this time. Trying to retaliate, AJ threw a punch of its own which struck the soldier square in the chest. AJ's attack did nothing to slow the monstrously sized Order soldier. The soldier drew back his foot and struck AJ in the chest, putting him on his back.

Groaning a bit AJ managed to pull himself to his feet once more, the pain shooting through his ribs and head nearly incapacitating him. The Order soldier was between him and the elevator shaft, and in that fact AJ saw his opening. Mustering up all the strength he could AJ sprinted at the soldier. Pushing off the ground he lifted up both of his legs and effectively dropkicked the Order soldier. The heavily armored man reeled backward, off balance from the transfer of momentum. One, two, three steps and he fell backward into the elevator shaft. Several long moments went by by before the dull thud echoed up the shaft.

"Looks like someone just got shafted" said AJ trying to sound cool as he approached the elevator shaft.

"Aw boo!" some random voice echoed from the bowels of nowhere. AJ's head shot around in confusion looking for the source, but to no avail.

AJ searched the floor for his pistol, eventually finding it up against a wall down the hall a bit. Picking it up he checked to make sure it was still in working order. Satisfied that it was he readied himself and headed down the hall again. An eerie sort of 'darker-than-dark' settled into the hallway as AJ pressed forward.

Ahead of him, AJ noticed a large mass laying on the ground and another figure looming above it. As he got closer the supposedly broken radio he had started crackling with static and white noise. The still standing figure turned to face him. It looked like a soldier of some kind, but not like the order soldier. It wore a long black trench coat and dark grey combat fatigues beneath tucked into boots. A helmet sat atop its head as a gas mask obscured its face, but what caused that feeling of dread to settle back into AJ's stomach was the eyes. Behind the lenses of the gas mask, a fiery glow illuminated the area in front of the soldier as smoke curled from the filter of the gas mask.

In the illumination provided by the eyes of the gas mask, AJ could see the mutilated corpse of an Order soldier at its feet. The bizarre creature screeched and gargled strange noises at AJ before it started walking at him. The creature's moves were erratic and jerky as if controlled by a puppeteer with cerebral palsy.

A burst of adrenaline spiking his blood AJ aimed the pistol and fired. The .45 round impacted the creature and a spout of flame erupted from the bullet hole. AJ fired a two more rounds. The first struck it in the upper chest causing another burst of flame, the second hit home directly in the right lens of the fiery soldier's gas mask. Flames jutted out of the soldiers mask as it screeched and writhed before the flame consumed it, and its body dissolved into a pile of ash.

"What the hell is going on around here?" AJ huffed, his heart rate elevated far beyond normal. The static subsided momentarily, but a few moments after it started to pick up again. His head shot up to look down the hallway in front of him, but it was devoid of anything as far as AJ could see. The static got louder and more erratic as AJ heard the same screeching and gurgle that had come from the creature-soldier he had just slain.

His head snapping around, AJ felt a cold weight settle into his stomach. Approaching from behind him were dozens of the flame-soldiers, their seizure-like movements giving the illusion of a stop motion horror movie.

There were far too many of them for AJ to fight, so he spun on his heel and ran. He sprinted as hard and as fast as he could, turning as many corners as possible to put distance between himself and the walking nightmares. When he could run no longer he stopped to catch his breath, heart pounding right out of his chest.

When AJ had managed to regain his composure all had fallen back into place in his surroundings; the ambient creaking and crackle of the old hospital was now the only sound outside of his breathing.

Wandering the hallways once more he continued his search for Rebecca, and more than once did he find a mutilated Order soldier corpse. Outside of what appeared to be an old doctors office, AJ found two Order soldier corpses that appeared to have been standing guard. His first thought as to what they could have been guarding was Rebecca. Stepping into the office slowly, he raised his pistol and cleared the room. There was nothing of interest in the office save for a large grandfather clock ticking the day away on the opposite wall. Turning to leave the office something suddenly felt wrong, all was once more dead silent. It took a second for him to realize that even the grandfather clock had stopped ticking.

AJ reached back for the radio only to find that he had lost it, likely in his run away from the fiery soldiers. Standing dead still, AJ couldn't even hear his own breathing. In his paranoia AJ suddenly snapped forward, pistol raised. The moment his back was to the interior of the room a cold shiver ran down his spine as he felt two hands press against his back.

Jolting forward he spun and took aim only to find that the hands had belong to none other than Rebecca.

"Oh AJ thank God you found me!" she exclaimed. Her voice seemed to boom through the eerie silence. She was smiling, but something about it just seemed off. Then again, who wouldn't feel a bit off after having just been kidnapped and likely tortured.

"Oh Rebecca, you're alive! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" AJ asked lowering his weapon.

"I'm completely fine now that you're here." She said taking a step towards him. AJ wasn't sure why but something at the back of his mind was screaming at him that it was all wrong; this sense of unease caused him to shift nervously in his place. Rebecca reached out to touch his arm and the moment her skin touched the flesh of his forearm he got goose bumps all over. Her touch was cold and clammy, almost as if she were dead.

AJ took an abrupt step back, the look on his face was one of complete confusion and suspicion.

"What's the matter?" Rebecca asked, looking concerned.

Confusion still evident on his features, AJ slowly raised his pistol in her direction.

"What are you doing? It's me, Rebecca!" She exclaimed looking hurt that he supposedly didn't recognize her. AJ knew something was very wrong; he just needed to prove it. A question perhaps? A very odd question that went beyond just knowing the answer.

"How long have we been married?" AJ asked carefully, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

"What do you mean? You don't think I still remember the day we got married?" she replied still acting hurt.

"We aren't married." AJ said, his tone getting low as an icy edge crept into his voice. He raised the pistol taking definitive aim this time.

"Wha-What are you doing? It's me, Rebecca!" she said, tears filling up her eyes.

AJ hesitated, the tears causing the briefest moment of second thoughts. Seeing his hesitation, 'Rebecca' took advantage. The illusion disappeared with a demonic roar that shook the whole room. The glass of the grandfather clock exploded as did the monitors of all the computers in the office. The changeling showed its true form, a vaguely humanoid creature –the skin stripped from the muscle of its body. It had four arms each with hands sporting three fingers with razor sharp talons. It had two slits where the eyes should be and a mouth lined with jagged fangs.

Startled AJ fired his weapon, but the changeling was fast; the creature jumped onto the ceiling to avoid the shot. Unable to compensate for his aim and take another shot in time, the beast pounced on him from the ceiling; it pinned his gun arm to the floor while roaring loudly in AJ's face. Thinking fast before the beast could pin his other arm AJ shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the surgical knife.

AJ wound up and stabbed the creature in the slit it had for an eye socket. The monster screamed in pain, reeling back and releasing AJ's gun arm. Immediately bringing the weapon to bear, he fired at the creature's chest. The round bore into the creature's torso and the wounded beast fell backward to the ground. Getting to his feet, AJ moved over the creature that was squirming on the ground.

"Go back to hell." AJ growled hovering over the monster. He lifted up his foot and stomped on the surgical knife that was stuck in the creature's head. There was a sickening crack as the surgical knife pierced deep into the monster's skull; the creature writhed a moment before it went limp.

Stepping back AJ closed his eyes for longer than a standard blink as he took a deep breath. Exiting the office back into the hall he returned to his search for Rebecca. It wasn't long after he slipped away from the office scuffle that he had that feeling he was being watched again.

There was a scratching noise on the ceiling that caused AJ's heart to skip a beat. He snapped around pistol raised. There was a loud screeching as a gust of wind blew by him. A split second after, a sharp pain reached his awareness. He looked to his left shoulder to find a fresh gash that tore right through his shirt to draw blood, nothing more than a grazing blow… but something put it there. Quickly spinning around once more, a pair of luminescent yellow eyes stared back at him. Problem was, that's all they were; there was nothing that he could see but the eyes. The creature screeched again and the eyes suddenly darted at him.

In a panic, AJ fired his weapon and invisible creature roared in anguish as apparently the bullet made contact. Struck by the bullet the creature stopped its attack and lumbered into the wall, black blood seemed to pour from thin air. There was a vaguely distinguishable outline that warped the air as the blood ran down the beast's outline.

Roaring in defiance the creature took off down the hallway in the direction AJ had to go, its luminescent eyes disappearing into the dark. Spewing a few choice profanities, AJ continued down the hallway slow and carefully.

It would be about ten minutes before he spotted the thick black blood of the creature leaving a trail on the floor. He followed the trail until it went up the wall and ultimately stopped on the ceiling. Holding his breath, AJ could hear the creature's heavy breathing and then he saw some more blood drip from a spot on the ceiling. It would seem the creature was resting, trying to recover from its wounds. Scrutinizing the area carefully he distinguished the outline of the beast and pointed the pistol at the back of its head.

"A preemptive strike…" AJ whispered to himself and pulled the trigger. A spurt of black blood rained down upon him as the creature fell from the ceiling, most definitely dead. He watched the black blood materialize from seemingly nowhere as it pooled on the floor. For some reason however, AJ felt like he was being watched again.

Turning around slowly, AJ's eyes widened and his jaw hung agape. As far down the hallway as he could see, luminescent yellow eyes awakened to settle on the slayer of their brother.

A single twitch in his eye replaced the hundreds of thousands of profanities that raced through his mind. Turning on his heel AJ was once more sprinting down the dark hallways of the ruined hospital; behind him a deafening series of screeches was close behind. His mind scrambled franticly for a way out of his situation.

Ahead of him two shadows loomed in the darkness. As he closed the distance he saw that they were Order Soldiers. Hearing AJ's heavy footsteps coming down the hallway they turned to face him. Without even so much as a second thought he dodged them and continued running at a dead sprint. Not even a few seconds after, he could hear the screams and the sickening tear of flesh as the invisible creatures ripped apart his unfortunate diversion.

Bursting through the door at the end of the hall, AJ slammed it shut behind him. Panting heavily he put his back against the door he found himself in a stairwell. Finally, he could get to the next floor of the hospital.

Taking the stairs to the top floor, AJ had a sinking feeling that this is where the Order would take prisoners; the sign above the door read 'Secondary-Surgical Ward'. Opening the door he headed into the new set of hallways. Slow and steady he navigated the hall until he came to a three-way intersection. Peeking around the corner he saw an Order soldier several meters down the hallway guarding a door. The soldier was armed with an old M1 rifle –a bayonet affixed to the muzzle-- and just as armored as the rest. If AJ used the pistol to kill the Order soldier, he risked alerting whoever was behind the door he was guarding.

The tactician's mind sorted through various plans until it settled on one he liked. Taking out his cell phone –which of course had no signal—he programmed it so the alarm would go off in one minute's time. Crouching down, AJ slid the phone across the floor to the opposite side of the intersection. Pressing himself against the wall, he waited patiently for the alarm to go off. When it did he could hear the Order soldier's surprised mumblings as he moved to investigate the noise. He appeared from around the corner and turned his back to AJ to investigate the cell phone alarm.

AJ started sneaking up behind him as soon as the soldier turned his back to him; once he was close enough he struck. He grabbed the Order soldier around his neck and kicked in his knee. As the soldier began to fall AJ held him up by his head; not giving the soldier any time to break free, AJ yanked the soldier's head hard to the right with a wet snap of breaking vertebrae. The soldier stopped struggling and AJ let his body fall to the floor. Eyeing up the body, AJ developed another plan.

Meanwhile, inside the room the Order soldier had been guarding five Order soldiers stood watching Rebecca who was tied to an examination chair in the center of the room.

"We wasted a lot of time trying to get this one all the way up here, not to mention we lost Rory and Leopold in the process." One of the Order soldiers said.

"Yes, now it would seem we don't have all that much time to play with our guest before we have to leave. But don't worry, we'll make every second count." Another soldier added.

The door clicked open and the Order soldier carrying the bayoneted M1 rifle stepped inside. The other Order soldiers turned to look at the door.

"What? Is something wrong?" one of the soldiers asked. The Order soldier with the M1 rifle shook his head.

"Then what are you doing in here, you're supposed to be standing watch!" another soldier spoke up, sounding angry.

"I have come, to destroy you." The Order soldier with the M1 replied. Taking aim, the disguised AJ targeted the Order soldier furthest back and fired. The .30-06 round ripped through soldier with ease, splattering the wall behind him in crimson. Adjusting his aim in a fraction of a second he targeted the next furthest soldier and shot him as well. The bullet struck his head and bits of bone and brain matter exploded out the other side.

One of the closest Order soldiers rushed him with a pipe and AJ turned to fire. The rifle made a metallic snapping noise as the firing mechanism jammed. Looking up AJ had just enough time to sidestep the vicious downward blow directed at him. Drawing back the rifle, he drove the bayonet into the Order soldier's thigh. The soldier cried out in pain and AJ pulled out the rifle and stabbed him again –this time in the chest. Bringing up his foot, AJ kicked the corpse off the rifle's bayonet.

The soldier nearest Rebecca in the center of the room moved to draw a weapon from his hip. AJ took the rifle, flipped it up and threw it like a spear at the Order soldier. The bayoneted M1 impaled the soldier in his upper chest and he crashed to the ground --the rifle sticking straight up in the air. The final Order soldier tried to run, but AJ would have none of it.

Pulling his pistol he fired as quickly as he could and the round caught the fleeing soldier in the back of his right knee. AJ moved to pull the M1 from the body of the Order soldier it was buried in. He slowly approached the Order soldier who was desperately trying to crawl away. Raising the rifle he stabbed the man in the back. The soldier reached out to something unseen groaning loudly before AJ twisted the rifle and ended the soldier's struggle.

AJ dropped the rifle and reached up to pull the goggles and the wrappings from his face. Moving quickly he made his way over to the bound and gagged Rebecca.

"Rebecca!" AJ exclaimed, overjoyed to see that she was alive. He removed the gag from her mouth and unbound her hands and her feet. She looked a little worse for wear, a few scrapes and bruises but nothing serious.

Rebecca immediately sprang out of the chair and hugged him.

"Oh my God you're alive, thank you so much!" she said sounding very relieved. "The things they were saying, what they said they did to you… what they said they were going to do to me." She said quietly after letting him go.

"We're fine now, but we have to get moving." He said calmly. "There are things here… horrible things. Creatures the like of which I've never seen before." He finished shaking his head. "Let's strip these guys of weapons and get the hell out of here."

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"Find the interloper! He's broken free from the cargo hold!" the displeased voice of the Shipmaster boomed over the Covenant vessel's speaker system.

Panicked groups of elites and grunts dashed through the corridors of the Merciful Inquisitor. They were searching for the escaped human they had abducted earlier.

"There! There it is!" cried one of the Elites pointing at a fleeting shadow that had dashed across the corridor.

"Where? It's gone!" cried another Elite.

"How can one so fluffy be so fast!?" exclaimed a terrified grunt.

"You three," thundered the harsh tones of a red armored elite "search that corridor, report back what you find!"

"But-but!" one of the grunts tried to protest.

"GO!!" the elite snarled. The grunts yelped and bolted down the designated corridor.

Meanwhile Mid clung to the ceiling in the darkened ship hallway. Somehow he was now shirtless wearing camouflage fatigues, combat boots, and a red bandana. A creepy smile played across his face when he heard the trio of grunts trotting down the corridor.

"See him? See him?" questioned one of the grunts.

"No, must move." Replied the grunt clad in red armor, sniffing the air.

As the grunts passed under him, Mid dropped from the ceiling. He landed a few feet in front of the grunt formation and they all yelped like wounded pups.

"All your base are belong… to me!" Mid yelled at them. Without so much as a moment's hesitation he snatched up the red armored grunt and sprinted down the hall.

"Nooooo, not again!" the captured grunt wailed.

"Snapnaw!!" the two remaining grunts yelled after their friend, unable to do anything as he was carried away.

Twenty minutes later, Mid returned to the hallway intersection where the elites waited for the grunts to return… he was wearing the captured grunt's armor.

"Soldier what have you to report?" the red armored Elite demanded of Mid.

"He's horrible Excellency! Fast, strong, and extremely handsome!" Mid told the Elite.

The veteran Elite narrowed his eyes at Mid.

"What is your name soldier?"

"Uh, Snapcracklepop… Ricecrispies." The faux-grunt replied quickly.

"I see. Well if what you say is true, we must update the Shipmaster on the situation. Go to the bridge and tell him what you have seen!" Ordered the Elite, satisfied with Mid's answer.

"Yes Excellency." Mid turned around and headed off towards the ships bridge.

The golden clad Shipmaster paced the raised platform from where he commanded his vessel. This mishap was causing him a great deal of frustration. His mission had been simple: abduct a human subject, observe its behavior, and return it to the planet. Now the human had escaped from the hold and was running rampant throughout the ship.

The bridge doors hissed open and a particularly ugly looking grunt stepped onto the bridge.

"What business have you here, Unggoy" snarled the Shipmaster.

"Squadmaster sent me to show you something we found of the human! Must show Excellency!" Mid replied.

"Matr 'Lisalee, man the bridge while I am away. Take me soldier, show me what you must."

Mid led the elite off the bridge, and several minutes layer he returned. This time however, he was wearing the Shipmaster's armor.

"You are relieved, 'Lisalee." Mid told the Elite manning the command platform.

"Excellency, are you feeling alright? You look odd." 'Lisalee questioned the 'Shipmaster'.

"I am fine, return to your post." He replied stepping onto the command platform. "Helmsman, have us do a barrel roll!" Mid ordered loudly.

After several hours of random antics including burning the words 'Mid Pwns' onto the moon's surface, the bridge doors hissed open once more. The faux-Shipmaster turned to see who had entered the bridge only to find a very naked elite.

"Imposter!" he cried pointing at Mid.

"Imposter!" Mid pointed back.

"I can settle this." The real Shipmaster claimed. "Would you like some of what you humans call, 'cake'?"

"THE CAKE IS A LIE!!" Mid cried. The whole bridge crew gasped as they realized no Elite would make that reference.

"Now seize him!" ordered the Shipmaster. Mid simply chuckled and ran off back into the bowels of the covenant vessel, Elites once more chasing after him.