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 Five ( Chapter 5 )

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

Hermione had run a full ten minutes before slowing down to breathe. She was now several blocks away from the old sewer service tunnel where she had lost Pyramid Head and felt safe enough to take a rest. She was in a narrow alley between two buildings, which was split down the middle by a wooden fence. She leaned up against the brick wall to her right and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

There was movement on the other side of the fence and her eyes snapped open. She forced her breathing to slow so she’d be quiet, but her heart was thumping wildly. There were whispers on the other side. “I hear something,” an accented voice said. Hermione’s eyes widened at the revelation that someone over there had such good hearing, since she had been practically silent, and the fear of being found by the wrong type of people.

There was a strange poof type of noise, and she saw a bit of purple smoke rise a few feet down the fence. Only a second later the sound repeated, and a cloud of the purple smoke appeared out of thin air in front of her. A figure stepped out of the smoke, a demon with yellow eyes and covered in blue hair.

Hermione screamed, then pointed her wand at it. “Stupefy!” she cried, and the demon dropped like a sack of bricks.

“Kurt?” a female voice said from the other side of the fence.

As Hermione looked at the creature, she noticed it looked young, like a teenager around her own age and very human like. He was also wearing Muggle clothing. When she looked up, she saw two people rushing over from the end of the fence. She blinked, then one of them was already right in front of her. “Whatdidyoudotohim?” the fast one asked quickly and very rudely.

They were joined by the girl in a few more moments. She had blue hair, which was odd, as it looked completely natural. The boy had white hair, which also looked like his real color. Hermione suddenly felt very overwhelmed with confusion and forgot she was still holding her wand in plain sight. The blue-haired girl was glancing between the demon and the wand. The girl kneeled beside the demon and shook him lightly, though it did not rouse him.

“Whatdidyoudotohim?” the rude one asked again.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” Hermione stammered. “He startled me!”

“He’ll be fine, Pietro,” the girl said, standing up and dusting her hands on her pants. “He’s just going to be out for a minute or so.” She held out her hand to Hermione. “I’m Amera. We sent Kurt over here because we thought you might have been our friends.”

“I’m sorry I knocked him out,” Hermione said sheepishly. “I’m Hermione.” She looked down at the unconscious boy, still wondering about his curious appearance. “Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but… what is he?”

“Pfft, don’t mean to be rude…” Pietro said quietly. He received a glare from Amera.

“We’re mutants,” Amera said with a small smile. “All three of us. Kurt’s mutation just makes him look a little different.”

“What’s a mutant?”

“You’ve never heard of mutants?” Amera asked.

“You live under a rock?” Pietro asked, getting another glare and an added smack to the arm.

“Well, we’re… we’re like humans with a little twist to our DNA. Some of us look different, like Kurt, and, well, me and Pietro look a little different too since we have different colored hair and stuff-“

“Rambling.” Pietro pointed out.

“Anyway, we just end up with different… abilities.” Amera said. “Pietro’s fast, Kurt teleports, and I can do… a lot of stuff with water.” She smiled at Hermione again, making her look like a fanatic meeting her favorite movie star. “So, is that a real wand? You’re a witch, right?”

Hermione dropped her wand with the shock of hearing a Muggle speak of magic. “Uh, yes, how did you-“

“My cousin. She’s a student at the Salem Witch’s school in Massachusetts,” Amera said matter-of-factly.

Kurt gave a moan from the ground, then slowly brought himself into a seated position. “The voman that raised me vas a vitch too,” he said groggily. “Thank you oh so much for Stupefying me, that vas awesome,” he added sarcastically.

“Am I the only one here who has no idea what’s going on?” Pietro said in a slightly raised voice.

“Dude, shut up!” Amera growled at him. “You want a monster-“

There was a loud roar from the street, which they could not see through the fog but was too close for comfort. “Let’s move,” Kurt said, getting up and the four of them ran away from the sounds.

“You know, I don’t get why you wanted to come here,” Ray complained. They had finally reached the hospital and were walking through the halls with every light available pointing around them, Ron’s wand included. “That key you’ve got has done absolutely shit for us, the doors weren’t even locked, not that the key even goes to the damn doors in the first place, probably goes to her fucking locker or something.”

“Your mouth is really getting on my nerves,” Hank said from his place in the front of the pack.

“Yeah? Well this whole place is getting on mine,” Ray retorted.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said to himself as he looked around the disgusting hallways. The walls were covered in crusted old blood, and the floors were no different. Here and there were splotches of fresh blood, which made the group cringe. The feeling of death crushed in upon them, making them all on edge.

“Seriously, what was the point?” Ray asked.

“I’m beginning to wonder that myself,” Hank said grimly. “Maybe I thought that a hospital would be the safest place.”

“Oh yeah, real effing safe,” Ray said, rolling his eyes.

“Thank you for not cursing,” Hank replied.

“You’re effing welcome.”

SNAP!

“What was that?” Amara asked, grasping for Bobby’s hand.

A mechanical whirring met their ears from a distance. “Sounds like… an elevator?” Bobby suggested.

“Let’s go find out,” Hank said, leading the way.

The foyer of the old apartment building had once been very fancy, with gold trimmings and old fashioned furniture on top of the marble floor tiles and embossed wallpaper. It was all covered in a thick layer of dust, but that didn’t stop the teens from flopping into the furniture, thankful for a place to rest for a while.

Within moments of landing in the chairs, they had fallen asleep out of exhaustion. Amera woke first and looked at her watch; two hours had passed and dusk was nearing. She sighed; she’d let the others rest a few more minutes before they had to go find a safe room to spend the night. She was surprised something hadn’t killed them as they’d slept.

She quietly got up and stretched, then walked around the large room. There weren’t any windows that weren’t covered in thick dirt like everything else, so the room was very dim. Her flashlight leading the way, she went toward the old front desk, behind which lay a dark hallway. She flashed the light down it and stepped back when she saw something move in the beam of light. She blinked and it was gone.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. She had no idea what it had been, she’d seen it so briefly, but it looked like something running across the hall. “Is someone there?” she whispered into the dark.

A child’s giggle echoed down the hallway. “Hey!” Amera said, making her way around the counter. She stood in the doorway to the hall, darting her light around in search of the child. Suddenly it appeared at the end of the hall, though it hadn’t been there the second before. It was too far away to see clearly whether it was a boy or girl or what type of clothing it wore as a clue to gender. “Kid, come back here!” Amera called out to it.

Another giggle reached her ears. “You’re going to die,” the child said, then ran away through another door.

Amera started to go into the hallway when something touched her shoulder. She jumped around with a start, almost smacking Kurt with the flashlight. “Kurt, don’t do that!”

“Vhat are you doing?” he asked. He looked at her with a worried face, then glanced down the darkened hallway.

“There was a kid in there,” Amera explained. “Didn’t you hear them?” she asked, knowing that he had to have heard the child with his extremely sensitive ears if he was so close to her beforehand.

“Um, no, Amera, I heard you yelling through the hallvay, but I did not hear any kid,” he said, his eyebrows drawn together. “Vere you sleepvalking?”

“No, I was not sleepwalking!” Amera said desperately. “There was a kid down there, they went into one of those rooms!”

“There vasn’t any kid,” Kurt said, pulling on her arm. “Come on, let’s get back to the others.”

“But… There was…” Amera said, thoroughly confused. “Okay, let’s get back,” she sighed, giving in.

They rejoined the other two, who were also waking up as they returned. “Having a little bit of ‘Oh-My-God-We’re-Going-To-Die’ sex?” Pietro asked. Hermione’s face turned red and Kurt’s hands balled into fists. Amera walked forward and punched his already busted nose. “Ow, fuck!”

“Don’t be such a pig,” she growled, then turned to pick up her backpack. “Come on, we’ve got to get somewhere safer than this to spend the night,” she said, hitching her bag over her shoulder.

There were two staircases in the foyer, one on each side of the front desk, facing the grand entrance. They made their way to the one on the left and Amera had just placed her foot on the bottom stair and looked up when she saw the kid at the top of the staircase again. “Kurt!” she said, pointing up at the kid.

He looked after her finger. “Vhat am I supposed to be seeing?”

Amera put her foot back on the ground and looked at him, appalled. “You really can’t see the kid?”

“What kid?” Pietro asked, looking just as clueless as Kurt did.

“What do they want?” Hermione said, looking at the child with round eyes.

“You can see them!” Amera said with a breath of relief. She then turned to look back at the child. “Come on down kid, we’ll help you!”

The child giggled.

“Come on,” Amera said to Hermione, and Hermione pushed her way past Pietro onto the staircase and the two girls started up the stairs. The boys exchanged worried glances.

They reached the child and saw that it was a little girl, no older than five years old. She was dressed in a tiny lacy dress and had perfect blonde curls. She was spotlessly clean, unlike everything else in the building, including the four teenagers. She almost looked like she was glowing, so much was the contrast between filth and cleanliness. She was glowering at them hatefully, which took the two teen girls aback. “We want to help you,” Hermione said to the little girl.

“You can’t help me,” she answered wickedly. She turned to look at Amera. “I told you, you’re going to die.”

Hermione looked at Amera. “What do we do?”

“Die,” the child answered.

The building gave a great lurch, sending the girls backward down the staircase. Kurt and Pietro ran up the stairs to stop their fall, ignoring the shaking of the building. Kurt caught Amera halfway down, while Pietro, being much faster, caught Hermione after only a few stairs. When the girls looked up again, the little girl was gone. Kurt slowly helped Amera to her feet while Pietro was helping Hermione back down the stairs. “Ve have to get out of here,” Kurt said, and they went as fast as the two injured girls could move toward the front door.

When they were halfway across the foyer, the walls and ceiling began to crack loudly. They stopped in their tracks as a large chunk of the roof fell in, blocking the door. Pieces of wall and roof fell all around them and the floors began to crack. Blood began to seep its way through the cracks of the wall and floor, trailing into pools all around the once grand foyer.

“There’s no way out!” Hermione cried. They huddled together, looking in fear as the imminent danger of death fell all around them.

“The hallway!” Amera said, suddenly remembering where she had first seen the little girl. “There has to be a back way, right?”

“Anything is better than standing here waiting to get pummeled by the roof,” Pietro said, then started to run toward the hallway.

“Wait up!” Amera said as they started to make their way across the room after him. He’d be gone before they’d get there, of course. As they ran through the hall, the falling debris reduced to pebbles, but not for long; any second the second floor would give away. The pool of blood was rising on the floor, however; it was now covering the toes of their shoes across the entire floor.

They darted their lights into each of the rooms they passed, seeing if any held another door, but none of them did. They went through the door at the end of the hall, which opened into the large stainless steel kitchen. The bottom of the door slowed the flow of blood, but it was creeping steadily under. The room had seen terror at some point in its past, like every other building in this town. The stainless steel surfaces all had smudges of what was clearly recognized as dried blood or other body fluids. The floor had fresh blood in streak along the middle, leading toward the back entrance, which had obviously been made by Pietro’s quick getaway.

“Let’s follow his tracks,” Amera said, and they rushed as fast as they could while avoiding slipping.

They pushed open the back door and the girls heard a screech from deep inside the building. “You were supposed to die!” the little girl screamed at them. They did not slow down until they were blocks away and heard the final crumbling sounds of the building fade away.