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 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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

“Now what?” Toad asked after a long walk away from the motel.

Harry groaned. Yet again, he was the leader, like always. “We’ll stop at the next house that’s open, okay?”

Kitty shrieked and Harry turned and killed the creature to her left quickly. He sighed. This was getting really old. He’d killed six of them since they left the motel.

“Six,” Lance said bitterly. “You know, it’s kind of common sense that it will be more dangerous at night, so-“

“You be leader then! I never wanted the damn job!” Harry turned and shouted at him.

“Sorry,” Lance said sheepishly.

They walked along in silence until they reached a road full of houses. “Let’s try the doors,” Harry grumbled.

In a matter of minutes they found one that opened. Before they entered, a voice echoed in the street behind them. The voice of a child. “He won’t let you leave,” it warned.

They turned and looked for the source of the voice. They could just barely see the shape of a small boy standing in the street. “What do you mean?” Harry called to it. “Who won’t let us leave?”

The boy ran away into the fog. Harry began to follow, but Kitty grabbed his elbow. “Don’t leave us,” she begged. (Whiny fuck, isn’t she? Pretty damn useless too.)

He looked into her pleading eyes and sighed. “I won’t.” He then turned and walked into the house. In seconds he knew he’d already been there. “Great,” he groaned. “We’re back where we started.”

“What do you mean?” Toad asked.

“Remember when I ran up to you in the street?” They nodded. “That was right out there.” He pointed out the still open door to the street. “This is the house we lost Hermione in.”

“Shit,” Lance said. “We should still stay the night here, though. Safer than looking for another place to go, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, walking further into the room and looking down at the hole in the floor. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s get upstairs. Watch out for the hole.”

They stared at the closed elevator doors in shock after the cacophony of sound that had erupted from its depths. Ron was surely dead, nothing could have survived that. Hank blinked to keep some sort of focus, then cleared his throat after they gave a moment of silence. “Well,” he said shakily. “Let’s go.”

The students followed reluctantly down the hallway. They rounded a corner and Amara almost screamed at the sight that greeted them, but Bobby covered her mouth with his hand before she could.

These were definitely the most human looking of the creatures they’d encountered so far; the female figures, over a dozen at least, were clad in white dresses, presumably nurses’ attire, but like everything else in Silent Hill, they were covered in blood and other gore. They stumbled along the hall like every zombie seen in horror films, arms stretched out in front of them, grasping for anything to feed upon. Their eyes were nothing but empty sockets.

“They can’t see us,” Hank mouthed to the rest of them. Unfortunately, the nurses stood between them and the rest of the hall; it was either continue that way or turn back to the empty elevator chute and hope there was a ladder inside.

“I vote elevator,” Ray mouthed back, eyes wide and raising his hand like he was in a senate meeting.

“Just get to clearing them out,” Hank replied silently. Bobby immediately got to work, freezing the nurses one by one as silently as he could, which meant slowly.

Ray stepped back a few feet, readying himself for a mass attack, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Then a sudden pain made his eyes shoot open and a gurgling gasp leave his lips. He choked on his rising bile and felt woozy. Something was dripping from his mouth involuntarily. He looked down in terror to see a large blade protruding from his torso, a large wound from the middle of his chest to right above his pelvis. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. His eyes drifted shut, and he saw blackness.

Amara turned at his gurgled noise. “Ray?” she asked as quiet as possible. Then she saw Ray, dead and dangling from the end of Pyramid Head’s blade, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth and pouring out of his stomach into a pool on the floor. She couldn’t stop the scream from escaping her lips.

Hermione had been rumaging through her small handbag for quite sometime. She had explained to Kurt and Amera that she had cast a spell to expand its depths so she could fit a multitude of things inside. “Ah, here it is,” she said, then started to pull a rather large canvas item out.

“A tent?” Amera said, raising one eyebrow. “Uh, Hermione, we’re in an apartment.”

“Yes, but there are no furnishings, are there.” she stated rather than asked. She waved her wand and the tent magically pitched itself in the middle of the empty living room. “Go on inside,” she said with a surpressed grin.

They entered the tent and were flabbergasted at what they saw; the tent had been small on the outside, but like the handbag, the tent was much larger inside and had separations for different rooms. A bedroom with bunk beds, a furnished sitting room, a fully functional kitchen and bathroom awed the two. “Shower?” Amera asked when her mouth began to work again.

“I told you,” Hermione said, now grinning at the look on their faces. “And yes, go take a shower,” she told Amera.

Amera skipped off to the bathroom with her backpack in tow, where her nice, clean training uniform was waiting. Kurt and Hermione settled into chairs in the sitting room.

“Those enchantments you cast,” Kurt started, “makes us safe? The monsters can’t see the candles ve have lit all over?”

“Exactly,” Hermione answered. “Anybody that may still be on the street will be able to see the light, though, and then they could find us for protection. But we’re completely safe from monsters.”

Kurt fell asleep in his chair, having been listening to the soothing sound of the running water. A few minutes later, Amera came out toweling her hair. “Kurt, you taking a shower?” she asked gently.

He stirred, then waved his hand and closed his eyes again. “Ladies first,” he mumbled.

The girls exchanged amused glances, then Hermione stood and started toward the bathroom while Amera took the vacant seat. Hermione stopped halfway to the bathroom. “I am so stupid!” she said to herself. “How could I have forgotten?”

“Forgotten what?” Amera asked, freezing in the midst of drying her hair.

“The deluminator! Ron could find us with it!”

“Delu-whatsis?” Amera said, thoroughly confused. “Wait, Ron has something that can find us?”

“Well, if he’s still…” Hermione started, but couldn’t complete the thought. “Anyway, as long as he can hear it, he can find us.”

“Back up and explain this to me,” Amera said, dropping the towel over the arm of the chair.

“Ron has a device that can track us if I say his name, which I’ve said plenty of times now. As long as he hears it, he’ll be able to follow a beam of light right to this building!” Hermione began to wring her hands in excitement. “I don’t quite understand it completely, but that’s how he found me and Harry after he left us, so he should be able to use the same thing to find us now.”

Amera was still lost. “I think I’ll just trust you on this one. Have a nice shower.”

“Amara, get him while Bobby and I clear the way through the nurses!” Hank shouted at her, all silent precautions lost with the sound of her screams. He looked at her and saw she was frozen in terror still as Pyramid Head inched ever closer. “Amara!”

She took a deep breath, then concentrated on getting her powers under control. When she opened her eyes, she powered up into her magma form and sent a steady stream of lava at the creature before her. She backed up as far as she could without touching Bobby or Hank.

Bobby froze the nurse monsters, while Hank began to smash them to bits as they made their way toward the door at the end of the hall. Hank forced the door open, then Bobby ducked through it. “Okay Amara, let’s go!”

Amara turned on her heels, bolting through the door while simultaneously returning to her normal state. Hank slammed the door shut, and Amara mustered up what strength she had left to weld it. They all fell panting onto the floor of the cold room. She let the tears flow. “He’s dead.” she said quietly. Then, loudly, she shouted at Hank, “Ray’s dead! And Ron’s dead! And it’s all your fault!”

Bobby reached out to comfort her, but she pulled away. “You wanted to come here! You wanted to come to this fucking hospital!”

Hank looked at the floor, ashamed. She was right of course. “We…” He started, then his voice broke. He cleared his throat, then continued, “We’ll stay in this room tonight, then we’ll climb out of the window in the morning.” He glanced at the window.

“Fine,” Amara grumbled, then grabbed her backpack and went to the farthest end of the room from him. She flopped angrily onto one of the dusty old gurneys, her back facing the guys.

Ron was in a happy stupor, having stuffed himself with old packages of potato chips and cookies. Khadrim had eaten his fill of canned foods, and was now leaning up against the old front counter.

Khadrim heard something. “Ron, is your pocket talking?”

“Huh?” Ron asked, confused.

“Ron.”

“Yep, that’s your pocket,” Khadrim said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, the Deluminator!” Ron said, sitting up and rummaging in his pocket for a moment. He pulled out a small device that looked like a lighter. Once more, it said his name in a girl’s voice. “It’s Hermione! She’s alive!”

“Yeah, let’s keep it down, or we won’t be,” Khadrim said, a half-amused look on his face. “So, what is that thing?”

“This, my friend, will lead us to Hermione, and hopefully some of your friends,” Ron said, his smile widening. “Now how about we try and get some rest?”

Pietro stopped running when he quite literally ran into a fence. “Jesus Christ!” he yelled, then kicked the fence, only resulting in a sharp pain in his toe and a loud rattling noise. He looked around in fear, praying no monsters would come to the source of the noise. After a moment, he saw a gate about twenty yards away, slightly ajar. “Hot damn!” he said, then ran to it in a second.

He peeked through the gate and saw nothing, so he stepped through into more fog. He saw a sign dangling by one hinge on the gate that read “QUARANTINE.” “Holy shit,” he said to nobody, then began walking.

The landscape was just as dingy and gore-covered as the one he had just left, which meant that whatever had been quarantined hadn’t been kept in very well. He walked through the silent street alone, wishing that he hadn’t panicked and ran off, losing the others. The road he walked on was bare on each side, a stretch of empty road. After a few moments, he saw something through the fog. No, a few somethings. They weren’t moving. “Great, more dead people,” he grumbled.

Suddenly one stirred, and he froze in his tracks. He watched until it was in a fully upright position, still sitting on the ground. It was just a girl!

“Unnnn…” she said, rubbing her head with one hand. “What… where am I?” She sounded young, another teenager. She looked around, and the other two figures were moving as well. “Fred!” she said, recognizing one of the people through the fog. “George!”

“Ginny?” one of the boys asked. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Pietro cautiously stepped forward. “Hey, you!” one of the boys shouted. “Did you do this? Did you bring us here?”

“N-no,” Pietro stuttered. “I don’t know how we ended up here either! I mean, we drove, but our car broke down, and-”

“Okay, you didn’t do it,” the girl said. She stood up, the boys following suit. “So, let’s get out of here.”

“Fat chance,” Pietro said, restraining the urge to roll his eyes.

“Right little optimist you are,” Fred - or George - said sarcastically.

“Anyway, I’m George, this is my brother Fred, and our sister, Ginny,” one of the identical twin boys said. They all had bright red hair and British accents. “You are?”

“Pietro.”

“Okay, so let’s try to get out of here,” Ginny said.

“Like I said, fat chance,” Pietro replied. “I’ve been stuck here since early this morning. I lost my group, and one of them died, and-”

“Died?”

“Yeah, Freddie was too slow, and the monsters got him.”

“Monsters?”

“What’s that?” George asked, squinting to see something coming through the fog.

“Um, I would suggest running right about now,” Pietro said, getting ready to run.

“Wait, that’s…” Ginny was squinting now too. “Oh my goodness, Dean?”

Another teenager came through the fog, a black boy who looked like he’d been homeless for a while. “Ginny?” he said upon being able to see the others. He ran forward and met up with them. He looked inquisitively at Pietro.

“Pietro. Don’t mind me,” Pietro said. “I’ll be leaving to find a shelter for the night.”

“Sounds like a good idea. Have you seen some of those things here?” Dean asked the others.

“No,” the siblings answered.

“Yes, and that’s exactly why I suggested shelter, now let’s move!” Pietro started to walk, and the others reluctantly followed. Then a loud roar echoed through the street. “Up ahead! Let’s hide in there!”