X-men Evolution Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Silent Hill Fan Fiction ❯ In The Mist Lies Death (X-Men/Harry Potter/Silent Hill Crossover) ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“I really hate you,” Ray said as Bobby pushed him through the filthy hallway.

“Feeling’s mutual,” Bobby replied while trying all the doorknobs.

Finally they came to the last door. “Cross your fingers,” Hank said, took a deep breath, then gave the door a push.

Amara quickly shut her eyes and buried her face into Bobby’s shoulder. The floor of the entire room was covered in blood, but that was nowhere near as disturbing as what was above it. Mutilated corpses that looked as if they had been there to rot for decades were hanging from hooks on the ends of thick chains from the ceiling. Amara would have vomited if there were anything left in her stomach.

Hank swallowed the bile that had risen to the back of his throat. “Well,” he said,” that explains the drippy ceiling.”

“Yeah, just a little,” Bobby said, then vomited onto the bloody floor.

Suddenly, all the corpses’ heads snapped around to face them.

Amera hopped off of the fire escape ladder behind Lance, and both Kurt and Pietro immediately hugged her. She pushed both boys away. “What is the matter with you two?”

“Sorry, don’t know what came over me,” Pietro said.

Amera rolled her eyes at the obviously jealous Pietro and turned away. She started down the alleyway only to be met with a wooden fence. “Great, we’re fenced in on this side!” she called back to the others.

“What kind of genius would fence in a fire escape?” Pietro asked, throwing his hands into the air.

“Where’s Khadrim?” Kitty asked as Amera rejoined the group.

Amera looked down at the ground. “He, uh, has this thing with heights. He’ll be here in a bit, he’s just taking his time,” she lied.

“Hey, maybe someone should use their powers and go to the other side to see if it’s safe to teleport or phase through or something?” Toad suggested.

“I’ll do it,” Kitty offered, then disappeared through the fog the same way Amera did. She was back in a matter of seconds. “Uh, we don’t want to go that way,” she stated.

“Why not?” Toad asked. “What’s over there?”

“I said we don’t want to go that way!” Kitty said angrily, then switched on her communicator. Static met their ears. “How’s that for an answer?”

The door slammed closed behind them, trapping them inside this chamber of horror. The corpses around the room all slowly opened their mouths, pouring endless rivers of blood and vomit onto the already blood-soaked floor.

Hank, Amara, Bobby and Ray stood rooted to the spot, fearful of what would happen to them next. Hank’s hand that held the flashlight was shaking very badly. Amara fainted into Bobby’s arms. Bobby fought the urge to faint himself. He stood Amara upright again as a horrible sound echoed through the room. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

Hank aimed the flashlight in the direction the noise came from. The beam landed on a creature, almost man-like, wearing a Leatherface-type, blood covered smock, but its head was shaped like a traffic cone that had been run over several times. It walked towards them very, very slowly. With every step came the same noise: Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

It was getting closer, and the fire escape door lay behind it. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Then Hank saw what was making the noise; a large, rusty blade was being dragged along the ground behind the monster. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

“We are so fucking dead,” Ray said.

“So, maybe someone could try this way?” Toad asked again, hoping over to the other end of the alley, where there stood another wooden fence, this side with a locked gate. “Amera could go, or Kitty again.”

“I’m not going again, you didn’t see that thing!” Kitty said with a shudder.

“I can’t go,” Amera said. Everyone stared at her. “What? I mean it, it’s a matter of dehydration and we don’t have enough water to go re-hydrating me every time I use my powers, do we.”

Everyone’s gaze shifted over to Kurt. “Who, me?” Kurt asked, pointing at himself. “No vay, nuh-uh.”

Pietro muttered something under his breath, but Kurt, having extremely sensitive ears, heard every word as if it were spoken into a megaphone. “Vhy, you…” he said, then lunged towards him and tackled him to the ground.

“Kurt!” Amera yelled at him. “Kurt, stop it!”

Both boys were swinging their fists wildly until someone suddenly wrenched them apart. Both now sported bloody noses and a black eye apiece. The smell of the person who had pulled them apart suddenly crept its way inside their broken noses. Pietro plugged his nose and Kurt threw up a little in the back of his throat.

Khadrim reeked of vomit, and he was covered in some sort of slimy goo. “Quit fighting each other. Save your energy to do something useful.” He let go of the back of their shirts.

“Wha habben da you?” Pietro asked; with his nose plugged, he sounded like Steve Urkel.

“Oh, it just ate me, that’s all,” Khadrim answered nonchalantly. “Now excuse me while I open this gate.” He stalked away to the locked gate.

Amera glared at the two boys who had been fighting.

“Amera, I didn’t-“ Kurt started.

“What the fuck?” Amera shouted.

“He just attacked out of nowhere!” Pietro exclaimed.

“You lying piece of shit!” Kurt yelled, still extremely angry and ready to attack again. “You said, and I quote, ‘Honestly, I don’t know vhat Amera sees in you.’” Kurt growled at him. “You called me a pussy!”

Amera’s glare turned to Pietro. “Oh really.”

Pietro looked around nervously. “I, uh… I didn’t mean…” He looked at Kurt. “You heard that?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Kurt said.

“Shut up, Kurt, I’m still angry at you too.” Amera said. She stared at them both in silence a moment. Then she walked up to Pietro and slapped him across the face. “Leave us alone. As I recall, you were the one who broke up with me.”

“Got it!” Khadrim called from beyond the fog. The creaking of the gate as it opened echoed down the entire alley.

“Let’s go,” Amera said, taking Kurt’s hand and walking away. Pietro sulked behind the two of them as they headed down the alley. Unfortunately, when they reached the gate, the others were nowhere to be seen. “Oh shit, not again…”

The woods chirped with the sounds of wildlife as the three teenagers prepared for their departure. Ron Weasley had returned after weeks of being away, upon which Hermione Granger had beaten him senseless and was now not speaking to him. Gathered beneath Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, they took the enchantments they had placed on the campsite off, then readied for Disapparation. Their destination was Ottery St. Catchpole, where they could meet and discuss some important matters with Xenophilius Lovegood. "All set," Hermione said as the tent magically made its way into her tiny handbag.

Hermione gripped Harry and Ron's arms and together they spun on the spot. Disapparation came with the feeling of being shoved through a small plastic straw in complete darkness. Before Harry could open his eyes, he heard a gasp from Hermione. He opened his eyes and saw why; the familiar sight of the Burrow should have greeted him, not this desolate, foggy, dingy city street. Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak and took one tentative step forward.

"This is not Ottery St. Catchpole," Ron said, barely above a horrified whisper. "We made a mistake, let's try again."

They held onto each other once more and spun around again. Instead of Disapparating, they merely stumbled into each other. “What?” cried Hermione shrilly. “Why isn’t it working?”

“If we can’t Disapparate,” Ron said, sounding horrified, “then what if we can’t use magic either?” At this, they each scrambled for their wands and tried some different spells. “Lumos,” Ron said, and breathed a sigh of relief when the tip lit up.

Harry looked glumly at the rock he was now levitating with “Wingardium Leviosa,” while Hermione watched a butterfly that had formerly been a rock float away. “This doesn’t get us any closer to getting out of here,” Hermione grumbled.

“So… now what?” Ron asked, kicking garbage that was strewn about the street. “Do we stay put or try to get out of here?”

“I…” Harry started, then stopped, not knowing anything anymore. Suddenly Hermione screamed.

Ron was at her side in an instant. The boys followed her gaze to see a staggering figure coming through the fog. A strange guttural noise reached their ears, chilling them to the bone. They held their wands at the ready.

The figure drew closer every second. It was grotesque; covered in blood and stitched, it held its arms out in typical zombie fashion toward the three. Upon seeing it, Hermione buried her face in Ron’s shoulder, white-knuckling his jacket and completely forgetting she was angry at him. Ron pulled her fingers off and pushed her behind himself, holding her hand tightly at his side.

Harry had no idea what to do. He couldn’t think, then suddenly a word poured out of his mouth before his mind had wrapped itself around it. “SECTUMSEMPRA!” he cried.

The creature’s stitches ripped open and blood began to flow freely from the gashes, more similar wounds sprouted out of nowhere and contributed to the large puddle of blood now on the pavement.

Harry panted, his heart beating wildly as the creature stumbled then fell to the ground and moved no more. Ron threw his arms around Hermione, whose eyes were round as saucers. “What the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked to no one in particular.

“Well, it sure wasn’t an Inferi,” Harry groaned.

“We can’t stay out here in the open, we have to hide,” Hermione said, pulling herself away from Ron, but her hand stayed clenched tightly on his jacket sleeve.

“And where do you propose we do that?” Harry asked. His eyes traveled along the old buildings that were partially obscured by the fog.

“We hope Alohomora works if there are locked doors, and pray that there are no more of those… things inside,” Hermione offered.

They made their way to the first building and tried the door and found it was locked. “If there are, we hope Sectumsempra works on them all,” Harry said. “Alohomora,” he said with his wand pointed at the door. The door didn’t budge when they tried the knob. “Well, we’ve got to try to find one that’s open, Alohomora doesn’t work.”

After half an hour of searching, they finally found an open house, then cautiously walked into the entrance, each holding their wands tightly. It looked as if the home had belonged to an old woman; every flat surface in the place had a crocheted doily atop it. Harry’s lit wand danced across the floor, lighting a rat or two before finding a set of stairs across the room. “Should we?” he asked the others.

“Yeah, let’s go barricade ourselves in there,” Ron said, closing the front door and locking it. “Then we can figure out what to do.”

They started across the floor slowly, each step making a loud creaking noise on the dusty, old, wooden floor. Their wands darted all over the room, just in case something jumped out at them. Then the floorboards began to make cracking noises and bend beneath them. “Run!” Harry said loudly, grabbing Ron’s hand as Ron grabbed Hermione’s. They were almost to the stairs when a large section of the floor gave away, making a large hole. Right beneath Hermione.

Ron let go of Harry’s arm and grabbed Hermione’s with both hands. He was struggling, she was slipping, and Harry ducked onto the floor with him to help. “Give me your other hand!” he cried. She reached up, but his hands were sweaty and couldn’t hold onto her. “Hermione!”

She clawed for them both, but was still slipping, both were trying as hard as they could but couldn’t hold on. Finally, after a long struggle, her hand left Ron’s grasp. “HERMIONE!” Ron yelled as she screamed.

Both boys stared in horror as she disappeared down what seemed to be an old brick well. It was so deep they couldn’t see more than a few feet down. Hermione’s screams faded away until they couldn’t hear her any longer. Ron made a strangled noise, then sat back with his knees up, burying his face in his folded arms.

“Ron…” Harry choked. “Ron, we’ve… we’ve got to get upstairs…” After a few hard tugs, Harry finally got him to his feet and they made their way up the staircase.