Title: Drag Them Into Hell
Author: HousethatJackBuilt

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, violence, gore, horror, slight slash *SPOILERS FOR SH5 AND SH2!*

Chapter Warnings: Strong language, violence, disturbing imagery
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill or any of its characters or creations. All credit goes to the makers. I am not making any money off this story.
Author's Note: Okay guys, here is chapter number eleven. I really hope you enjoy it, and please be warned that there is a very disturbing scene in this chapter so proceed with caution! Again, I thank you for every single read and review I get from you all, if I could thank you all personally I would.

Summary: It's been five months since Alex Shepherd left Silent Hill and he is trying to rebuild his life. Things are going well until children start to go missing from his hometown and he hears voices calling him back to Silent Hill. James Sunderland is still in Silent Hill, continuously being tormented. His spirit is faltering and he is growing weaker by the day, considering suicide daily. Pyramid Head won't allow James to leave and wants Alex to come home. You cannot escape who you are.

You are your brother's keeper, remember it always.
Or else, the Bogeyman will chain you underneath the waves.

The sky was on fire as James and Alex hurried east on Koontz Street. The clouds were ablaze with a thousand different shades of oranges and reds and James thought to himself that in another place, in a another time, he would have looked upon the scene with wonder instead of the foreboding sense of dread he felt now. The fog had disappeared and ordinarily James would have welcomed the absence of the deadly mist but now that he could see clearly, the sights that were visible to him were almost as bad as being blind in the fog. Buildings were decaying and dying, every scrap of metal he could see was rusting beyond repair and blood stains were smeared over doors, walls and concrete. And then there were the corpses. Dead bodies were littered across the sidewalk and the road. Some were missing limbs, some with their flesh burned almost completely down to the bone and others just completely ripped in half. Every one of them was a gruesome sight to behold, and every one of them was as unrecognisable as the last. James finally felt like this was the hell he'd feared for so long... The Otherworld had come.

James stayed close behind Alex as they continued east. Neither one of them had heard the screaming of the siren that normally signified the shift from the deadly Fog World to the even more deadly Otherworld. James guessed it was probably because they were too deep in conversation, figuring out what to do after James had told Alex everything about what he was. He was dreading that moment more than anything but he was tired of lying, he didn't have the energy to keep up the charade any longer. And why should he? Pyramid Head had screwed them both over, James had nothing left to lose.

Alex had taken the news better than James had expected. He had expected Alex to either walk away and leave him for the demons, beat the shit out of him or shoot him but he had remained calm and had made his intentions clear, he was going to stick it out until the end. James was grateful for that at least. He knew he didn't have long left now, he could feel himself changing, could feel the shadows extinguishing whatever little light he had inside of him to begin with and he just hoped that he could hold out until they found the kids. He wanted to do something right before the end came; he wanted to die knowing that he did everything he could.

Alex stopped at the left intersection that headed on to Wein Street, listening for any sounds of approaching monsters. James had to stay close as he had given Alex both his flashlight and his radio; he knew Alex would need them more than he would when the time came. James had a spare flashlight himself but he didn't want to use it. It was dangerous enough having one beam guiding them through the streets but to have two pushing back the darkness would be suicide. He had also given Alex a long black coat seeing as he had lost his jacket during the encounter with Pyramid Head in Brookhaven Hospital. They were both carrying weapons, despite James protesting to Alex that he shouldn't have anything that could be used against him when the time came. But Alex insisted that James needed to carry something and that he wasn't prepared to babysit James and those kids should they get ambushed by a gang of monsters. James knew by the look in Alex's eyes that he wouldn't even give James a chance to use the weapon when the inevitable happened anyway, and for that he was grateful.

So they both had fully loaded hand guns, James using the service pistol he took from Officer Stanton and Alex with a regular hand gun that James had found some time ago, a time that he couldn't remember. They both had knives, James a kitchen knife and Alex a combat knife. Alex also wanted to bring the shot gun and M14 assault rifle but James wouldn't hear of it. He instead told Alex to take the rifle as Pyramid Head seemed to be especially weak against that weapon, and the shot gun stayed in the apartments. Alex reluctantly agreed and he now had the rifle strapped to his back, which could easily be swung around to his front should he need to use it quickly. They had both brought as much ammo as they could carry.

Alex seemed satisfied with the lack of static from the radio and turned to James, almost blinding him with the flash light. "Okay. So we head up Wein Street and into Dargento Cemetery... What if the guy isn't there?"

"Then we wait for him until he is. Believe me, he'll show up. He always does."

Alex didn't seem completely satisfied with that answer but he turned around anyway and started heading up Wein Street. James knew that Alex felt uncomfortable looking at him for more than a few seconds at a time; the change in his appearance was drastic and frightening. He also never seemed to be able to look him straight in the eyes and James couldn't blame him. When he'd looked at his reflection back in the apartment, he was disturbed at how black his eyes were... How alien.

They passed the Artaud Theatre, the building silhouetted against the ember sky making it appear charred and scorched. James pictured the crumbling stage and the empty seats inside. He pictured the creatures of this town standing upon that stage and the empty seats filled with ghostly spectators, the spirits of all those who had come through this town and met their end at the hands of it. And instead of applause they would be screaming, screaming at the injustice of this doomed town, screaming in agony of not being able to rest, screaming for all those they had left behind, drowning in their guilt. James wondered if he would take one of those seats when he was gone. Would he sit there and look at that stage? Would he see Pyramid Head standing upon the stage, playing the part of Death? How he wished his story would have turned out differently, how he wished he could write his script all over again and how he wished there was no curtain call.

Alex and James turned right at the top of Wein Street and then took a left at the bottom of Sagan Street. James could see the entrance to Dargento Cemetery looming ahead on the left. They hadn't encountered any monsters so far but James knew they were close. Every now and then he would hear the bark of a Feral or the metal kiss of a Schism's jaws echoing through the night. No doubt they would encounter a few Smog creatures in the cemetery but they were disposed of easily enough. He just hoped that the monsters hadn't gotten to the Order member before they did.

Alex stopped at the mouth of the cemetery and turned to James once more. "Let's try and take this guy by surprise if he's in here. The last thing we need is him running away from us and alerting the others as to where we are."

"Right," James replied.

They entered the cemetery cautiously, guns out in front of them ready to blast anything that jumped out of the darkness. The place was like the rest of the town. The walls were crumbling and strewn with holes, metal gates were rusting and falling off the hinges, rubble littered the floors and the grass was overgrown and dying. Even the grave stones were falling apart, the writing and engravings illegible, ravaged by time and decay. They took it slow and easy, being careful of their footsteps, keeping them quiet, making sure not to trip over a stray brick or a hidden grave stone.

They made their way into the Sun Garden, the walls seeming to press in on them on all sides. Even though the sky was ablaze with orange and red when they both emerged from Woodside Apartments, the red was slowly taking over, bleeding over the orange and turning a dark shade of maroon. It would be dark soon and the creatures would come crawling out of the depths in their hundreds. James kept expecting a Smog to attack them at any minute but no static hissed from the radio. Everything was silent, and the shadows in the cemetery were growing larger with each passing moment.

They were both making their way to the Moon Garden when they heard a noise coming from the west. They both froze, guns pointed out in front of them, listening intently. The radio remained silent, and James knew that the noise had come from the Janus garden. The very same place where he'd found the assault rifle. Alex signalled to him, apparently he thought so too. They made their way slowly forward, slipping silently through a gate that was slightly ajar. James had a slight feeling of apprehension but it was only one Order member. What harm could he do against the two of them? All the same, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't going to like what they found.

They made a right and rounded the corner into the Janus Garden and James immediately knew why he had such a feeling of dread. Kneeling beneath the Janus statue with his back to them was the Order member they had been seeking. He was wearing the typical mining suit but his gas mask was absent revealing a mass of greasy black hair that looked like it hadn't been washed or maintained in years. An axe lay beside him on the grass but it wasn't the axe that disturbed James so deeply. Facing the man with its back to the Janus statue was a rotting corpse, its legs spread out at either side of the Order member. The corpse was so decomposed from what James could see that he couldn't determine whether it was male or female and the Order member was thrusting wildly, murmuring to himself and breathing heavily.

James looked at Alex who looked like he was about to be sick there and then. The flashlight illuminated the Order member but so intent was he on carrying out his disgusting act, that he didn't even notice their presence. So this is what he does every time he comes here. Sick son of a bitch. Alex looked at James. He pointed at himself and then at the axe. Then he pointed at James and then the Order member. James nodded and Alex nodded back, and then as quick as a flash they were both moving. Alex ran over to where the axe lay, snatched it up and threw it into the corner of the garden, out of reach of the Order member. James grabbed hold of the man, one hand on the back of his neck and the other in his hair and pulled the stunned guy on to his feet. Alex had the gun on the Order member before he even knew what was happening. James looked down at the corpse but averted his eyes quickly before he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Alex looked at the man with contempt and distaste. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Forget his name!" snapped James. "We haven't got time for fucking pleasantries Alex; ask this bastard what we need to know!"

Alex looked at James cautiously. He didn't know why he'd snapped like that, the scum in his arms was just making him angry. All of the animals in this town whether they were human or not made him angry. He'd had enough of all of them.

"What's your name?" repeated Alex, keeping calm.

"My name is John Wayne! And I fucked your mother last night boy! What's yours?" replied the man laughing manically and struggling in James's grip. He was obviously insane, but of course James knew that the minute they caught him defiling the corpse.

"Well, John, my name is Alex. And you're going to tell us what we need to know and you won't get hurt okay? Now, Pyramid Head, you've seen him?"

"Oooooh that huge motherfucker with the knife? Yeah, I seen him boy! He's one scary son of a bitch."

"Where is he taking the kids John? You're part of the Order, you should know," Alex asked, keeping the gun steady in his hand.

"Ain't part of that Order no more boy! So John Wayne says fuck you!" laughed John, as if he had just made the most hilarious joke in the world.

James was getting irritated with the son of a bitch. Alex was being too lenient. They didn't have time to fuck around and mollycoddle the guy; they should just beat it out of him. Alex took a step towards the insane captive and put the gun to his temple.

"You tell me where he's taking the kids now or I'll blow your fucking brains out you animal," said Alex, pressing the gun harder into the man's head.

"Go ahead," replied John, grinning inanely, "I'll say hi to your mother when I see her in hell, after she's got down on her knees for me boy!"

James had had enough. He had felt the rage building up inside of him ever since they'd found the man with the body and now he finally snapped. He spun John around to face him and pushed him forcefully back into the Janus statue. He put one hand around the man's neck and took his gun out with the other. It was the first time John had seen James's face properly and he looked terrified. Maybe James had changed even more since the apartments or maybe not. Either way James knew he must have looked quite frightening. He placed his gun forcefully against John's crotch.

"You tell us what we want to know or you can say goodbye to your dick. No more corpses for you Johnny boy!" said James, tightening his finger on the trigger.

"I-I don't know w-where he's taking them! I don't know what you're t-talking about... Please!" stammered John. He looked so scared; James thought he might piss himself.

"Kill him James... Snap his neck like you wanted to do before... Do it my creator, and bring Alex to me."

James heard the voice in his head but instead of trying to fight it he wanted to listen to it. He was tired of running, and even if he wanted to fight the voice he didn't think he had the energy to do so. He was tired of trying to fight the darkness, tired of feeling guilty and tired of feeling scared. He just didn't want to feel anything anymore. He could feel his mind clouding, could feel himself getting stronger... He could feel himself changing.

"Okay," he whispered with a dark smile. "Okay."

Alex watched the John tremble in James's grip. He had to keep a close eye on James in case he lost it but he seemed to be getting somewhere, John looked petrified. Alex didn't feel any guilt. After what they'd caught him doing with the dead body, the son of a bitch deserved it. He tried not to think about it, if he replayed that scene again in his mind he would most certainly vomit all over the grave stones. He hoped to God that John had some idea of where Pyramid Head was. If he didn't, they'd be back at square one again and Alex knew they were running out of time. It would only be a matter of time before he would have to take care of James. The guy needed to talk.

Alex watched as James placed his gun in the back of his waistband and put his hand on John's neck, along with his other one. What the hell is he doing? That's when John began to choke and Alex realised with horror that James was strangling him. Alex put his gun away and ran forward, grabbing hold of James's shoulders and pulling violently but James seemed to have a grip of steel.

"James, stop! You're going to kill him for God sake!" cried Alex, pulling with all of his strength.

Alex could see John starting to turn blue. He couldn't die now! He hadn't told them where Pyramid Head was! Alex knew that he wasn't getting anywhere with the pulling tactic so he took out his hand gun and slammed the butt of it down on to the back of James's head, hard. James let go of John who fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air. Alex took a few steps backward and tightened his grip on the gun. Something wasn't right here. James would never try to kill the guy unless... unless...

*HISSSSSS*

The sharp burst of static made Alex jump and he swung his gun around to see if any Smog creatures had snuck up on them while they had been caught up in the interrogation. But there was nothing behind him. There was nothing in the Janus Garden besides from himself, John and...

"James!" Alex spun around with his gun held out in front of him, his finger ready to squeeze the trigger but he was too late. He came face to face with James, or the thing that James had become. His hair was completely silver now and had grown longer, falling into his eyes. His face was ghostly pale and the blue veins that ran beneath his skin stood out in stark contrast to his pale complexion. He had put on a considerable amount of muscle, so much so that his jacket had ripped in multiple places and he had grown at least five inches taller, Alex had to crane his neck to look up at him. But he didn't want to look, oh God he didn't want to look into those eyes that had now turned completely black. James had changed; he had given in to the darkness. Alex had to finish him and finish him now.

As if reading his thoughts James's hand shot out, too fast for Alex to even know what was happening, and seized Alex's hand in a crushing grip. With his other hand he took Alex's gun and threw it behind him. Alex turned his head to see where the gun had landed but it was lost in the long grass. He turned back to face James and went for his knife but James grabbed his other hand and pulled Alex closer. James put his face close to Alex's and a chill ran up his spine when James smiled, exposing a row of pearly white teeth.

"Naughty boy Alex," chuckled James. His voice sent an icy stab of fear through Alex's stomach. It had gotten deeper, so deep that it didn't sound human. "After I saved your life too, this is how you repay me?"

"You didn't save my life! James did, and James is gone now. You're just a fucking monster!" cried Alex, struggling to release himself of James's iron grip.

James shook his head in amusement, "Oh no Alex. I am James. I'm the part of James that he should have embraced all along, the part that we all have inside of us." James began to stare intensely at Alex, as if he were trying to see straight into his soul. Alex began to sweat and took a quick glance at John over James's shoulder who was slowly trying to get himself to his feet. He needed to get away from James; he needed to ask John where Pyramid Head was.

"You have the darkness inside of you too Alex," continued James. "Not as strong as me but it's there. You took your brother out onto that lake and you can't tell me you didn't enjoy watching your father get sliced apart by Pyramid Head."

"Shut up you bastard! If you're going to kill me then just get it over with!"

"Oh no Alex, I'm not going to kill you. I have plans for you... He has plans for you. But I think I'm going to have a little fun with you first."

Alex's blood ran cold and then he felt a blinding pain in his stomach as James punched him, knocking the breath out of him completley. He doubled over in agony and felt a fist connect with his jaw at such a force that it knocked him off his feet. He went flying through the air and smashed into the south wall of the garden. He landed on the floor, stunned and disorientated. He lifted his head up and felt blood running down his face. He put a hand to the back of his head and felt a deep gash on his scalp. His jaw was hurting so much that he could barely move it. Through blurred vision he saw James slowly advancing on John once more.

Alex got down on his hands and knees and began frantically searching for his gun, the flashlight illuminating the ground before him. He was about to give up and use the rifle when his hand found the weapon and he clutched it tightly. Ignoring the agonising pounding in his head and the throbbing in his jaw, he got to his feet and took aim.

"John, run!" he shouted and James turned to face him. John bolted past them and ran around the corner. Alex fired off a shot but his vision was still fuzzy and he caught James in the shoulder. James flinched but he barely seemed to feel it. Alex fired again but this time he missed completely. He knew he was wasting time and ammunition. He couldn't fight James in this condition so he did the only other thing he could do, he ran. He sprinted around the corner and saw John near the far gate that lead to the Sun Garden. He caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm.

"John, we don't have much time. You need to tell me where Pyramid Head goes. Please!"

"I-I don't know where he takes those kids, I s-swear!"

"Okay, but-"

Alex heard a noise behind him and swung around with his gun steady but there was nothing there. And then he heard it, soft laughter echoing all around them. It was James, he was playing with them. He could jump out at them at any minute and then it would all be over. Alex's head was hurting so much he thought he was going to pass out, he wasn't going to last if James caught them.

"John, we don't have much time. He's going to come and he's going to kill us! Now forget the kids, where does Pyramid Head go?"

"I-"

"I can seeeee you Alex," said James in a sing-song voice. Alex still couldn't see James but he knew he was close. "Coming, ready or not."

"We're running out of time John!" Alex said frantically. "Give me something, give me anything!"

"The-the labyrinth. He's always in his labyrinth," replied John with a wild terror in his eyes.

"And where is that?" Alex heard a loud bang, very close. He kept his gun out in front of him, his hands were trembling terribly and his breathing was shallow.

"Come on John!"

"Silent Hill Historical Society! That's how you get in; it-it's deep underground. Just keep going down!"

"Okay, let's go!" shouted Alex.

They stumbled through the gate, the metal protesting against the rust. They were halfway across the Sun Garden when James appeared through a hole in the wall to the right of them that led to the Moon Garden. Alex kept on running but John wasn't so lucky and he stumbled and fell on a grave stone that was protruding from the ground. Alex had almost reached the entrance to the cemetery when he turned around; ready to go back for John but James had gotten there first. He held John by the shoulders and gave Alex a smile and a wink before biting savagely into John's neck. The screams were horrific, they didn't even sound human. James tore a huge chunk of cartilage out of his victim sending blood gushing from his neck. The screams died with John who laid twitching and dying amongst the grave stones of Dargento Cemetery.

James looked at Alex and gave him a blood stained smile. "The chase is almost as much fun as the kill. You're not going to make me chase you some more are you Alex?"

Alex looked at James and the huge smear of blood around his mouth. He looked at John's mutilated corpse on the floor. His head was still pounding and his vision was blurred, he knew he would have virtually no chance if he ran now. He knew he would almost certainly be caught and get dragged back to Pyramid Head, wherever that may be... but he ran anyway. He turned around and flew out of the entrance and back on to Sagan Street. Silent Hill Historical Society was all the way on the other side of town. He needed to find somewhere to hide first. Somewhere where he could lose James and get himself together again, but he knew that wasn't going to be easy.

"I'll give you a five second head start Alex!" he heard James shout in that inhumane voice of his. "One..."

Alex sprinted right at the bottom of Sagan Street.

"Two..."

He pushed himself harder, sweat running into his eyes and impairing his vision further. He made a sharp left turn and flew down Wein Street.

"Three..." His voice was fading now. He's actually treating this like a fucking game!

The end of Wein Street was in sight. He ran past the Overlook Penitentiary and then the Artaud Theatre.

"Four..." Alex barely heard that, it was merely a ghost of a whisper. Alex ran even faster, ignoring the hammering in his skull and the aching in his legs. Once James started running he would have such a slim chance of getting away. He needed to put as much distance as he could between himself and the monster. Alex turned left at the bottom of Wein Street and then right at the bottom of Koontz Street.

He was sprinting south on Acadia Road when he heard a sound that terrified him to his very soul. He didn't hear James shouting five, but what he did hear was a cry so inhuman that only a demon from hell itself could have made that kind of sound. James had finished counting and he was coming for him. The hunt had begun.

Alex ran so fast, he ran for his life. He didn't have to look back to know that James who was stronger and faster than him, was coming for him and was coming fast.

Alex looked up at the pitch black sky and even though he wasn't a religious man, found himself whispering with every step he took, "Please God, please God, please God, please God..."