DISCLAIMER: I do not own either of the movies in the Hostel series, nor am I affiliated with them in any manner whatsoever
DISCLAIMER: I do not own either of the movies in the Hostel series or anything to do with Silent Hill (the game or the movie), nor am I affiliated with them in any manner whatsoever. This is just fanfiction.
Chapter 5: Infiltration
Jordan laid there quietly, waiting in silence. The car slowly moved along the ground for nearly half a minute, and he could feel it make two turns. It slowed down even more as it moved over what seemed to be a speed-bump. There was a small hole where some light had came into the trunk earlier, but it had disappeared completely, telling Jordan that the car just entered a parking garage or other building. The car continued to move along the ground, until it took a brief turn and came to a complete stop.
The doors on each side came open, and Jordan could hear people stepping out of it and shutting the doors. The two men were chatting with each other, and he could hear two or three more join them. He listened closely, as they spoke.
"Yeah, we got a flat tire on the way back. No idea what happened, either. The tire just blew out and we had to stop and replace it. The flat one's still in the trunk."
"Should I just get it now?" Oh, shit! Jordan thought. I don't need this!
Fortunately, the first guy replied, "Not right now. First we need to escort this fellow inside. Come along!" Jordan breathed a sigh of relief but also wondered what was going on there. Who are they "escorting"? And who cares? He shook his head.
He was trying to decide if he should open the trunk from the inside or wait for someone to come along and "let him out." At first, he considered undoing the lock from the inside, but then realized if someone saw the trunk opening on its own, it would give them more time to notice and react. He decided instead to wait for someone to come along.
While he was waiting, Jordan started to work on stretching and flexing his muscles. First, he stretched his arms and moved them around, taking care not to disturb any objects inside or make any noise. Then, he arched his back and bent it forward a few times, limbering up his spine. Finally, he moved his body around so that he could stretch his legs and bend them repeatedly, getting the blood flowing again. He knew that his body would need to be limber and unencumbered once he was "released."
He waited in the trunk for 20-30 more minutes, until he heard someone approaching. This is it, he thought. He turned so that his legs were bent and his feet facing out of the trunk, moving up so that he could extend them as far out as possible. The footsteps were closer and he could hear that it was two men. They were mumbling to each other, but it was so indistinct that he could not quite make it out. Even his small amount of Slovakian was of no use here.
They continued to chat for a few more minutes, and Jordan started to wonder if they were even here for this particular car at all. But, then, he heard one of them say, "We have to get this flat tire out of here. What the hell even happened to those guys in the first place? Tires don't just go flat for no reason!"
The key entered the trunk lock, and Jordan could hear it snap. As the lid came open, he noticed that the two men were standing side by side, so he quickly moved both legs apart slightly. The trunk lid came further up and light flooded the trunk. The two big men in black, one bald and one with what appeared to be a crew-cut, made eye contact with Jordan for a split second…right before Jordan's legs immediately shot outward, simultaneously kicking each man in the chest!
The force of the kicks sent each of the men backwards several steps and stunned for a second. Just a second, but long enough for Jordan to leap out of the trunk, unsheathe his knife, and assume his fighting stance.
Both men immediately barreled towards Jordan, ready to grab and subdue this unexpected intruder, one with a police baton. Unsurprisingly, though, each left himself vulnerable and open to attack, in his own way. The first man, the bald one, tried to charge Jordan directly and punch him, but Jordan deflected the blow and quickly drove his knife into his throat.
Before Jordan could pull out the knife, the other man took a swing at his head with the baton, so he had to quickly dodge it and step out into a more open area, barely missing another swing in the process. The man then charged full-on, but Jordan dropped to the ground and threw him off his feet with a quick leg sweep.
As Jordan went to get his knife, he saw man come at him again, this time more frustrated and angry. As the man got within arm's length, Jordan used the man's own force to throw him, then quickly step behind him, grab his head, and break his neck.
The whole fight had lasted less than a minute.
Jordan quickly went to retrieve his knife from the other man's throat and his backpack from the trunk. He used the man's shirt to clean the blood off the knife and re-sheathed it. He also decided to pick up the baton because a blunt weapon might be more appropriate than a blade, in some cases.
He stood there for a moment, debating on whether to try to hide the bodies and clean up the mess, so as to avoid alerting anyone else that there was something amiss. However, he decided that Richard possibly did not have that much time, so he chose to leave them out there like that. Besides, he thought, they're likely to start panicking once they see this sight, and that can be useful in its own way. Fear can be a powerful weapon!
Jordan slipped on his backpack and started towards a door near the back of the parking garage, which surely led into the facility. He slinked along the wall, taking advantage of the shadows. He scooted around the corner and down the next wall toward the door, which was fortunately already open. He peeked around the corner, just enough to see what was going on without exposing himself. He could hear footsteps coming down the way and glimpse a figure coming forward, so he darted back behind the wall and took out his knife. Don't want them discovering me THIS soon!
As the figure stepped out into the garage area, Jordan silently snuck up right behind him, placed his left hand over the man's mouth quickly, and slid his knife along his throat. The man fell down with his hands around his throat, trying in vain to stop the blood flow, staring up in disbelief at the silhouette of Jordan, who was already walking down the hallway to continue searching for Richard.
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Jordan crept down the dark and dilapidated hallway, lit only by a few overhead lights hanging from the ceiling. It smelled really damp and musty, and even Jordan was a bit creeped out by it. Very old, clearly, and likely abandoned long ago, claimed only recently for some other purpose. What is this, a mental hospital? A prison? They should've used it as the set for the Silent Hill movie...it sure as fuck looks like there could be a gate to Hell inside! And why am I feeling this way? Whatever's inside must be pretty fucking horrible because I simply don't get scared or freaked out -- period!
So far, it was just a hallway, with no rooms, but as Jordan walked, he suddenly noticed a long line of light from what appeared to be a doorway. He walked up to the door and peered through the crack, as it was not closed. He saw two more men dressed in black, as well as an elegant-looking woman in her late fifties and what appeared to be a professional looking man in his mid-thirties.
The woman spoke, smiling but with eyes perfectly cold, "Jake, you will be on Level 2. We have Michael here, and he is all ready for you!"
"Good," Jake replied with a subtle (but clearly psychotic) grin.
Jordan thought back to the computer screen in the basement at the hostel. Jake? Michael? That has to mean Jake Stanley and Michael Johnson, from the computer files! But what in the hell is this all about, anyway?
The woman continued to address Jake. "Just tell me what items you want, and I'll instruct the men to have them in place for you."
Jake appeared to contemplate for a moment, then told her, "Well, first I'll have the nail gun. Then, I want the circular saw. And, I also like the looks of that sander…"
Jordan was more confused than ever. Do I even want to know? he asked himself. He shook his head and continued on down the hallway. He passed a few more rooms, which mostly empty, with little or no lighting. One seemed to have a fire going, with a big ugly guy rolling a cart towards what appeared to be a furnace and throwing bundles on it. Jordan had no idea what was in the bundles; he tried to look and figure it out, but he could not distinguish anything because the room was poorly lit and because the bundles were all wrapped in sheets, anyway. Fuck it! I don't have time for this!
The hallway seemed to end in a large door, from which a dim light was emerging, but before Jordan could get any closer to it, he heard a loud but feminine yell behind him. "You there! Who are you, and what are you doing?"
Jordan quickly turned around towards the Slovakian-accented female voice to see a woman in black and sunglasses, with blond hair, pointing an assault rifle at him.