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 Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

Lance pushed the door open slowly, praying to whatever god he might believe in that it wouldn’t squeak, then he glanced in both directions along the back alley behind the old motel. Nothing was there except for the usual fog, so he motioned for them to come out. They slowly and silently started along the longer way, going behind five other rooms rather than two in the other direction. They’d made it by two of them when they heard a sickening scrape behind them that gave them goose bumps.

They all kept moving, Harry and Khadrim looking back over their shoulders to see what was following them. At the end of the building was the creature Khadrim had seen much earlier that day, right after they had been separated from Mr. McCoy. It was not one he looked forward to seeing again. However, he knew he’d have to be the one to stop it. “Keep walking and don’t look back,” he told the others as he stopped and faced Pyramid Head.

“Wait, what are you doing!” Kitty cried out, turning around.

“RUN AND DON’T LOOK BACK!” Khadrim shouted over his shoulder.

“You’re not going to risk your life for us again!” she yelled back, then she saw Pyramid Head. And screamed.

“Kitty?” Lance said loudly, stopping and turning around as well.

“Let’s go!” Harry yelled, grabbing Kitty’s arm and running, grabbing Lance’s elbow along the way. The next second, Khadrim lunged at Pyramid Head.

Hank approached the elevator cautiously, the teens huddled close behind him. They could hear the ominous creaking and clunking of the old elevator making its way down the shaft slowly. After what seemed like hours, the groaning of the motor halted and the doors opened with a loud, slow grinding noise. The elevator was just as filthy as the hallway they currently stood in, though there might have been things other than blood along its walls.

“Should we?” Hank asked.

“Hmm, let’s think about this for a second,” Ray said, rubbing his chin mockingly. Bobby shoved him through the doors, then climbed in himself. “Well, I guess King Sh- I mean, Bobby, had decided for us, isn’t that nice?”

The door closed right behind Amara, as she was the last one to board. She pressed her way to the back, where Bobby stood next to Ron. “I don’t think this is very smart,” she whispered.

“Well, it’s too bloody late now,” Ron replied, staring at the unmoving dial above the door as they climbed.

After several long minutes, the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors whined their way open to reveal a hallway that was just as gory as the one they’d left. “What a nice change of scenery,” Ray grumbled.

“Okay, let’s move slowly, keep an eye out,” Hank said softly.

They did so, one by one. The last one to move toward the door was Ron, and the door slammed shut so fast it would have taken his hand off if it had been in the way. “Hey!” he yelled.

“Ron!” He could hear the others calling from the other side of the thick doors. They were pounding on the door, trying to free him. “What’s happening! Alohomora!” He waved his wand at the door, though he doubted it would do anything since there wasn’t a lock in sight. The door began to glow; Amara must have been on the other side, using her powers to attempt melting them away. Then the elevator gave a great shudder.

A second later it was plummeting through the long shaft toward the ground.

“I am going to kill him,” Amera growled from her place on the hard wooden floor. They had found another apartment building, though this one was gloriously free of monsters and dripping walls. “He could have waited for us out there.”

“Maybe he’s already dead,” Kurt said, slightly marveling at the idea. (Heh heh, MARVEL-ing… I slay me.^_^)

“It’s dark out there,” Hermione said, lying on the floor, flat on her back, looking at the darkened window. She had placed some enchantments on the building, making it relatively safe for them; she was pretty sure that nothing other than another person could enter. She was positive the enchantments worked on at least the apartment they were in.

“You guys really saw a little girl?” Kurt asked as he got a canteen out of his pack and took a long drink. “Ve’re almost out of vater,” he added.

Hermione reached out and took the canteen from him, pointed her wand at it, and said “Aguamenti.” Water flowed from her wand and filled the canteen to the brim, then she handed it back to him. “Yes, we saw the little girl.”

“Why could we see her and the boys couldn’t?” Amera asked as she took the canteen and drank. “Oh, that’s good. Don’t have to worry about dehydrating now.”

Hermione looked thoughtful. “My theory is that the little girl was dead.”

“That’s a given,” Kurt said, lying down on his bag like a pillow.

“Yes, well, I believe that she was looking for her mother when she died. And she was dressed so nicely because she came from a wealthy family, to have been living in that kind of flat.” Hermione drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, leaning her chin on her kneecaps. “She was hoping that one of us would be her new mother.”

“We’re not much more than kids ourselves,” Amera said, a strange mixture of sadness and disgust etched on her face.

“She could have been from an era where girls were married at thirteen and had a few children by our age. She was wearing very old fashioned clothing.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I hope the others are all okay.”

“Me too,” Amera said.

Ron tried to think as fast as he could while falling down the elevator shaft and grasping onto the railing. “What would Hermione do?” he kept asking himself. He hoped that a shield charm would do something, because he could not remember anything else that would do much good in this type of situation. “Protego!” he shouted, brandishing his wand and praying that it would safe his ass.

Only a second after the spell was cast, the elevator exploded into bits as it collided with the ground.

Dust filled the air Ron breathed and he struggled underneath the rubble. He had survived, though he was sure his left arm was broken and his ankle sprained, not to mention all the cuts and bruises from flying debris. He was lying on the cement on his stomach; he pushed forward with his good arm to attempt lifting any wreckage off of himself. Luckily it moved easily and he rolled himself out of the crack he had created.

He squinted through the dust that was still settling to see if there was any way of climbing out. To his great surprise, there was a metal door set into a wall on the same level as he, presumably for service workers. He remembered a spell for quick bandaging, though he had never been very good at it, and cast it on his sprain and broken wrist. He struggled to his feet, aching all over, then made his way shakily to the door.

Khadrim charged the creature once again, this time running him through with his sword arm. Pyramid Head had raised his own blade, swinging it down as Khadrim had neared. Khadrim cried out in pain and stepped back a few long paces, pulling the sword out of Pyramid Head’s torso with a sickening squelching sound.

Pyramid Head dropped to the ground, though Khadrim knew it wouldn’t be forever. He looked down at his own wound. His left thigh had been hit badly, it was bleeding profusely and he had no way of bandaging it properly. It needed much more than stitches. He had chanced enough time there, however; he needed to get away before the thing got back up.

He limped painfully for what seemed like a very long time. It was getting dark, and he wanted to be in a shelter before it was fully dark.

Passing by an old hospital, he heard the creaking sound of a door. He looked at the hospital, but had no desire to go inside. He figured that a hospital would have been the place people had gone to when this place had gone to ruin, and therefore would be the place most riddled with bodies. Or animated corpses. There to the side of the building was someone limping out of a doorway. Good Samaritan that he is, he made his way carefully and painfully toward them.

The person he met was covered in scratches and was poorly bandaged. He was also clutching a wand. “Ron?” he asked.

“Yes?” he asked, looking bewildered at the stranger that knew his name.

“My name is Khadrim,” he said. “I figured you had to be Ron, according to Harry’s description and the fact you’re holding a wand.”

“Harry?” Ron said, looking stunned. “You’ve seen Harry?”

“Yeah,” Khadrim said, then looked at Ron’s bandages once more. “Your bandages kind of suck.”

“You should talk, you don’t even have any on,” Ron retorted, then pointed his wand at Khadrim’s leg. Bandages wrapped around Khadrim slightly better than the ones on himself. “Always works better on others,” he groaned.

“Thanks,” Khadrim said, shifting his pack on his shoulder. “So, shall we team up?”

“Yes please,” Ron said. “I’ve been alone in the fog once, I don’t plan on repeating the experience.”

“I hear you,” Khadrim agreed.

They started along down the road, each with their lights on in the growing darkness. “Are you with that Hank McCoy’s group?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, you’ve been with him?” Khadrim asked.

“For a little while,” Ron answered. “We went into that hospital, then I got stuck in an elevator and then it crashed after who knows how many stories falling, but I had cast a Shield Charm, so it kind of protected me. They probably think the fall killed me. They’re probably out of there by now. Scariest place ever.” Ron elaborated with a shudder.

“I sure hope they’re out of there.” Khadrim stated. “What were they thinking, going into a giant morgue like that?”

“I know, right?” Ron replied.

Khadrim sighed, something he very rarely did. “There’s two other groups out there other than Mr. McCoy’s.” He glanced at the ground. “I hope Amera’s okay.”

Ron glanced at him with a goofy grin. “Sounds like you’re as lovesick as I am.” He sighed and looked at the ground, as Khadrim grew more alert, watching for danger. “But Hermione fell into a big hole right after we got here. She might be dead.”

“Sorry,” Khadrim said lamely as they limped along. “We should get into shelter, we shouldn’t be out here in the dark.”

“Right,” Ron said, then shined his light to his left. A strip mall, containing a convenience store, stood like a bright beacon of safety. “Hey, food too!”

“If anything in there is still good,” Khadrim said, then limped over to the door. He pushed the glass door open slowly, hoping there wasn’t a bell attached to it to signal the old clerks. All was silent as the door was opened fully. “Don’t eat the stuff in the coolers,” he warned, knowing that they could probably eat whatever they came in contact with, they were so hungry. “That stuff will definitely be bad.”

“Like everything else in here won’t be stale, mate.”