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 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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

They watched Pyramid Head edge closer, frozen in Fear. Amara and Bobby gripped each other, Hank and Ray stared in horror. “Wait, we’re mutants, aren’t we?” Hank suddenly asked, then turned to Ray. “So shock him already!”

“Oh, no shit, huh!” Ray said, then began to do as suggested.

“Let me at him!” Bobby said, then stepped forward.

“Be my fucking guest,” Ray said as Pyramid Head lifted his long blade into the air.

Bobby started to freeze the monster in place, creating a large block of ice around him. “Thank God it worked,” Bobby sighed, then leaned up against the wall and wiped his brow.

“But for how long?” Hank asked. “Let’s get out of here before we find out.”

“Yes please!” Amara said, then proceeded to melt the door and open it. As they had hoped, there was a fire escape through this door. “Let’s go!”

“We saw this old motel near where we broke down,” Lance suggested. “We could head there.”

“Okay, that’s near the outside of town, right?” Khadrim asked. “Are we all present and accounted for?”

He heard three responses. Three were missing. “Where’s Amera?” he demanded.

“Uh, what about Kurt?” Kitty asked.

“And Pietro?” Toad asked.

“Oh, I see,” Lance said with a smirk.

“You see what? I don’t see three people, that’s what I don’t see,” Khadrim said angrily.

“You’re worried about Amera,” Lance said slyly.

“I’m worried about the three of them,” Khadrim said, but his face was turning red from a mixture of anger and blushing.

“Yeah, I bet you wish you could take Amera to a motel, huh?” Toad asked, getting in on the mockery.

“Shut the hell up and get moving,” Khadrim growled.

Harry and Ron were looking for signs of life out of the upstairs bedroom window. Neither of them had said anything since Hermione had fallen through the well. Suddenly they saw something moving through the fog. “Hey, look,” Harry said quietly and pointed.

It was a small group, four people, and they didn’t look at all like monsters. “Let’s go down there,” Ron said, and the two of them went downstairs and out the front door.

Just off the curb, Ron tripped and fell on his face, bloodying his nose. “Just great, monsters and a busted nose,” he mumbled, then dusted himself off and got up. Harry wasn’t to be seen. Had he gone on without noticing? “Harry?” Ron asked the dense fog.

Indeed, Harry had not realized Ron had fallen, and reached the group, clutching a stitch in his side and panting a bit. “Hey, you!” he said, and they turned to face him.

“Oh my god, there are still people here?” the only girl in the group asked.

“Not that I’ve seen, just me and my friend Ron,” Harry said, running a hand through his sweaty hair. The weather was quite warmer here than the snowy winter of England, and Harry was still wearing his thick jacket.

“Yeah? And where is your friend?” a boy with white hair asked.

“What?” Harry asked, startled. He looked around and suddenly felt his chest tighten. He’d lost Ron. Ron was out there all alone. “Hey, Ron!” he called out. “Ron? RON!”

Hermione groaned in pain as she awoke. She vaguely remembered casting a spell to slow her fall before blacking out upon impact with the ground. She moved stiffly as she sat up, but luckily she didn’t feel anything broken. Only a few feet away lay her wand, which she grabbed quickly before standing up. “Lumos,” she whispered, and the tip of her wand lit immediately.

The place she had fallen into was windowless, made up of red brick walls and rusted old pipes lining both the walls and ceiling. Most of the pipes had slow leaks, leaving rust stains on the walls and puddles on the floor. She then raised her wand so it pointed straight up, through the tunnel she had fallen through. There was no trace of light on the other end. “Ron? Harry?” she cried, though she doubted very much whether they’d be able to hear her at all, no matter how loud she was.

There was a loud clunk behind her. She darted her wand in both directions that the brick room went, seeing nothing but darkness beyond the room she now stood in. The pipes continued along the walls and through the halls. She stepped into one of the tunnel openings. “Hello?” she said, barely above a whisper.

Another clunk. The sound came from the other tunnel. Her heart sped up and her breathing followed suit. She turned to point her wand down the other tunnel, and the sound was heard again, followed by another sound that chilled her to the bones. Scrape.

She turned back to the tunnel she stood in and started walking down it, hoping the thing wouldn’t follow her. Unfortunately, the sound only got louder and more frequent. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

It was gaining on her.

She broke into a run, but still the sound was gathering speed. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, and there was no other means of escape. She was trapped in the tunnel indefinitely, with the thing following only yards behind now. She stifled a panicked whimper and squeezed her eyes tightly to clear the tears that were forming, fogging her view. When she opened them again, she had run into another room, similar to the one she had fallen into.

This room was also brick laid and full of pipes, but there was a wrought-iron service ladder on the wall opposite the tunnel opening that led up to a small platform and what looked like a door. She didn’t think she would make it all the way across the long room with the thing following her. It was closing in.

Fear boiling inside her, she turned to face the stalker. She shouted the first immobilizing spell she could think of. “Petrificus Totalis!” The sound stopped mid-scrape. Just to be on the safe side, she also placed other spells on it. “Incarcerous! Stupefy!”

She wanted to turn around and run, get away from it as fast as she could, but curiosity got the best of her. Her breathing ragged, she inched forward until her wand light landed on the form of her pursuer. The body of a man, covered in bloodstained clothing, a strange conical head, the long blade that was dragged along behind… She gave an involuntary shudder, then backed away toward the door she’d spotted. “What are you?” she asked no one but herself, then she turned on her heels and ran to the ladder.

“What was that?” Amara asked, stopping in her tracks. They were safely away from the old bar where they had left Pyramid Head, although they doubted he’d stay there very long. Amara was sure she’d heard something nearby.

The group stopped to listen in. “Sounds like someone yelling.” Ray said. “Which is kind of stupid unless you want to die.”

“Maybe they need help,” Bobby said, getting right into hero-mode. “Maybe it’s the others!”

“Let’s find out,” Hank said, and they started toward the yelling.

The almost literally stumbled into a teenage boy, around seventeen or so, with freckles and really red hair, sitting on the sidewalk looking forlorn. He was staring, very unwisely, at the pavement. “Are you alright?” Hank asked.

“No, I am not bloody alright!” the boy said with an obvious British accent. He looked up at them, and then scrambled back a few feet at the sight of Hank, clutching a stick in front of him like it would protect him. “Bloody hell!”

“Whoawhoawhoa, take it easy, we’re here to help you,” Bobby said, stepping forward.

“What the bloody hell is that?”

“I happen to be a teacher,” Hank replied, quite annoyed at being addressed as an object. True he was blue and hairy, perhaps he should have thought about that before going to help the kid and just let the teens take care of it. “I happen to be a mutant. My name is Hank McCoy.” He held out his hand to shake the boy’s and help him off the ground.

The boy stared at the large furry hand for a moment, before taking it and hauling himself up. “I’m Ron Weasley.” Hank introduced the other three. “Um, I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but what’s a mutant?”

“You’re joking, right?” Ray asked rudely. “Maybe we should ask why you thought a stick would protect you against a big blue gorilla.” He looked at Hank. “No offense.”

“Right,” Ron said, mulling things over in his head. “Sounds fair enough. You tell me about mutants, and I tell you about being a wizard.”

“Huh?” Amara said, raising an eyebrow, much the same as the boys did.

A similar conversation about magic and mutants had already taken place between Harry and his new comrades, and he’d also told them the story about losing Hermione in the well. They, in return, had tried their best to describe their powers to him so they could work together in survival and also the stories about losing their friends.

“So how long do we plan on staying here?” Harry asked. “Here” was the old motel the group had been heading for before meeting him.

“As long as possible,” Toad said grimly, spread out on one of the queen-sized bed, which he had all to himself.

Harry sat in a chair next to a very small desk, which held a lamp, right across from the other bed in the room. Kitty and Lance sat on the bed, while Khadrim was stretched out on the counter in the back of the room outside of the bathroom, which held the sink and the old toiletries. There was another door next to the counter, which led behind the motel like a back door. “So how do you plan on finding the others if we stay here?”

“Uh, we don’t,” Toad said, stretching and passing very loud gas. Everyone instinctively covered their noses, even Harry, who by now had noticed the reek of Toad.

“I don’t think we should just leave them out there,” Khadrim said with a glare at Toad. “This was always supposed to be a temporary shelter, guys.”

“Yeah, well, you just want to find Amera,” Toad said, glaring right back.

Khadrim jumped off the counter in a flash and took three strides across the room. In a swift movement, he had Toad pinned against the wall with his left hand, his right arm changing. “Don’t you ever-“

Kitty shakily put her hand on Khadrim’s elbow. “We know you’re worried about everyone,” she said softly. “And I want to find them too.”

“Wait a minute-“ Lance protested.

“I’m going to go find them if that means leaving you, Lance!” Kitty said sourly as Khadrim let go of Toad. “You go right ahead and stay here with Toad!”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight!”

“Then I guess you’re coming with us!”

“I-“ Lance started to retaliate, then sighed in defeat. “Yeah.”

“But we’ve only been here for half an hour!” Toad complained.

“No one said you had to come with us,” Harry pointed out.

“Oh yeah, like I’m going to stay here by myself,” Toad said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I beg to differ,” Kitty said, sticking out her tongue at him.

“Hey-“ Toad started, but then jumped.

Something just pounded on the front door, and the group fell silent. They all started backing toward the rear entrance.