Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill 3 or anything in relation to it. I do not own any characters, except Katy.
A/N: Here it is, the fight you've all been waiting for...so read on and enjoy. By the way, thank you all for the reviews. Now, on with the show!
Chapter 24: Memory of Alessa
Everything was quiet, except for the creaking sounds that came from the rising of the horses on the carousel. The lights flickered and some actually burst in a shower of sparks. My hand quivered as it held the switchblade directly in front of me. Alessa was not yet in sight, but I knew she was coming.
"Alessa? I know you're here, so you can come out now," I called out, my voice breaking. Constantly I glanced over my shoulder in case she was to appear behind me. Where was she? The horses continued to dance around me, their bodies turning bloody. All of a sudden, the horses came to a complete stop and silence fell over the carousel like a curtain.
Katy, the wounded voice of a child whispered across my mind. There were footsteps behind me, almost unnoticeable if it hadn't been for the overwhelming silence. I turned slowly and there she was. Gory and grim, Alessa stared at me-almost through me-and then raised her knife, one that was identical to mine. Every inch of her was blackened, even her skin. Her eyes were a haunting, hollow color and the whites of her eyes had transformed into a swollen red shade.
"Alessa," I whispered her name, but she didn't show any sign of hearing me. Quicker than I imagined, she lunged for me, forcing my body down to the ground. Alessa pinned me down with her legs and made to stab me with the knife. Before she could, I brought my own knife up and plunged it into her chest. Alessa let out an inhuman moan and released me, vanishing into a thick cloud of fog. The fight wasn't that simple; she would be coming at me with something else now.
Frantically, I glanced around for any sign of her. From around the other side of the carousel, Alessa stepped into view, this time holding a handgun. Her expression was determined as she aimed straight at my chest, the same spot I had stabbed her. Oh, hell, I thought as I dove behind a nearby horse.
The sound of a fired bullet rang through my ears, but she missed. It had hit the horse instead of me. Crawling along the floor, I peeked around the horse. My pathetic switchblade was clenched in my hand; what was the use of it now against a gun? If only I still had my katana...
Alessa's boots appeared before me, her gun aimed at my head. Her mangled finger was on the trigger. An idea hit me and I rolled under the horse, just as she pulled that trigger. Alessa's bullet dug into the skin above my boot and I banged my fists on the floor of the carousel. At least it wasn't my head, I tried to console myself, but it was hard with all the pain. What if the bullet had hit an artery? What if I died slowly?
Alessa swiftly ducked around the horse again. How many bullets did she have? Gritting my teeth against the pain, I forced my body up and clamped my hand around the gun. Alessa's eyes widened as I wrestled with the gun. Her finger pulled the trigger and a bullet whizzed past my head.
"Give...me...the...gun," I demanded as I bent her hand back. The gun fell from her grip and I lunged for it, grabbing it while she stared at her crooked hand. "Haha! My turn now," I gloated as I pointed the gun at her. Quickly I fired three shots into her stomach and she groaned loudly. Stumbling, Alessa crashed into one of the horses behind her. Like before, she disappeared with the fog.
Blood was trickling down my leg and it was throbbing painfully. I bit my lip to keep the scream in my throat. Before she decided to reappear again, I checked how many bullets were left in the gun. One bullet left. Scowling, I checked my handmade bag for some, but remembered that I had dumped them earlier since I wasn't carrying any guns. Great. Better make this one count, I thought.
"Whoa," I cried out as the blade of a katana soared towards my head. Dropping the gun, I covered my head with my hands and ducked as the blade cut through the space where I was standing. My leg was burning as I crouched there, but I did my best to ignore it. Alessa pulled the katana back and tried again. Hastily, I grabbed up the gun and put a horse between us. It was like a twisted game; whenever Alessa moved around the horse, I would move with her.
At one point, Alessa decided to throw the katana at me in hopes of slicing me up. It was easy to dodge and I almost had to laugh. Was she that desperate to get to me?
"That was a stupid move on your part," I said to her as I lifted the gun and fired my last bullet at her head. It hit its mark, directly between her eyes. Alessa lowered her head and collapsed to the ground. Her body squirmed and writhed until I stomped on her chest with my good foot.
Like the monsters, Alessa's body became empty of life. Right before her body disappeared for good, her eyes met mine and I think she tried to give me a smile of some sort. All that was left after that was the red symbol of the Order. Then, the lights went out.