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 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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

Morning came far too swiftly. Amera rolled over in her bed, not wanting to wake up. She knew that when she opened her eyes, the whole ordeal in Silent Hill will have been a nightmare and she was back in her bedroom at the Xavier Institute. She squinted her eyes so they were barely open to take in her surroundings. Horrified, she opened them fully to be staring at a canvas tent roof.

She grumbled a bit to herself, then flung her feet off of the bunk and jumped to the floor. Kurt made a grunting in his sleep on the bottom bunk, then rolled over to face the wall. Amera stretched as she walked into the tent bathroom, which still amazed her to no end, even when facing imminent doom. She relieved her bladder and washed her face, as per usual morning ritual, then yawned as she walked out of the tent and into the dingy apartment.

“Morning,” Hermione said, giving Amera a small smile from her seat by the window. She had bags under her eyes, which meant she hadn’t gotten very much sleep.

“Did you sleep at all?” Amera asked.

“A few hours, then I gave the bed to Kurt,” Hermione said.

Amera pulled another old rickety chair next to the window to watch, almost impossible through all the fog, for other people. Kurt came out of the tent a few minutes later, scratching his butt with one three-fingered hand. He proceeded to rummage through the cabinets in the kitchen area of the room, looking for anything edible. He found a sealed bag of potato chips that had a printed date of some two years prior. He opened it, sniffed the contents, then tried a chip. “Stale, but better than nothing…” he groaned.

“Oh, my God,” Hermione said suddenly, standing from her chair and pointing down at the street below. “There’s Ron!”

“Really?” Amera asked, jumping up and following Hermione’s gaze. “Hey, Khadrim’s with him!”

“But not Harry…” Hermione said. “I hope he’s alright…”

When he woke in the morning, Hank found Amara sitting next to the grimy window with puffy red eyes. "Hey," he said peacefully. "You get any sleep?"

"Mmm," she said with a slight nod, obviously still angry at him, not that he could blame her.

He began to rummage around in his pack to find their emergency rations they had left. "Here," he said, tossing a small package toward her. She caught it and opened it, turning back to the window as she ate.

Bobby grunted and sat up. "Izzat food?" he asked, barely awake.

Hank tossed him a pouch as well, then looked into his bag again. He knew the others had food pouches in their packs as well, but their water supply was dwindling. "After you finish eating, we're going to go look for some supplies."

"Oh goodie." Amara groaned.

Harry awoke with a groan, his body stiff and sore, which he'd grown accustomed to from his months of living in their tent on the run. He had been awakened by a very foul stench, the likes of which he'd never smelled before. He sat up and turned to see Kitty and Lance sleeping on a dusty old mattress across the room. Turning the other way, he found he was face to face with Toad's rear end. He gagged, throwing up a little in his mouth. He dragged himself up off the floor as fast as he could. "Guys, wake up," he said, and the others sat up at varying speeds. "Let's get ready to go."

"Uh-huh," Kitty grumbled as she pulled her shoes on.

Minutes later, they had their bags and were ready to go, opening the door to the room. They entered the hall quietly, not knowing whether something could have gotten in while they slept. As Lance reached the top of the staircase, about to go down, he stopped suddenly and motioned for everyone to stay silent. Nothing was heard for a moment, then they heard a loud scraping sound.

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

As they quietly returned to the room, Lance said, "Oh, fuck me."

"Thank God you can do that," Ron said in relief and awe as Khadrim's arm reverted from a sword once more. He'd had to slice up three of the monsters since they entered the apartments.

"If you were a little quicker with that wand, I wouldn't have to do that," Khadrim growled back.

"Hey, I stupified the second one!" Ron retorted.

Khadrim glared at him, then sighed and leaned against the wall. "Why couldn't that thing just lead us to your friend?"

Ron shrugged and leaned against the opposite wall in the hall. "I don't know, that's just not the way it works." After a moment's rest, he stood straight again, holding his hand out to Khadrim to help him upright. "Let's find our friends, eh?"

Khadrim gave him a weak grin and took his hand, hauling himself up straight, grimacing as his injured leg took weight again. "Yeah."

They approached the next apartment and found it was not locked. Ron opened the door cautiously and called, "Hello?" Not a single thing moved inside. They went on to the next room. Two more followed, no monsters, no friends.

"Maybe it's broken," Khadrim said with a roll of his eyes. Ron shot him a glance and proceeded to the next door. This one was locked. He knocked, then said as loud as he dared to, "Hello?"

The sound of footsteps running to the door could be heard on the other side, followed by the sound of opening locks. The door was thrown wide and Ron's vision was suddenly filled with bushy brown hair as Hermione threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "I thought you were dead until I heard you calling."

Khadrim made his way past them and into the room. He looked around hoping to see someone, anyone. Then he saw her, sitting in an old dusty chair on the far side of the room next to the window, just past a tent that was for some reason set up inside. She was clean and wearing her uniform, and he was thanking whatever sort of entity was out there that she was safe. "Amera?"

She gasped and stood up. "Khadrim?" She walked quickly to him and hugged him. "Oh my God!" She looked down at his leg. "Let me clean that!" He hugged her again, then when he looked up again he saw Kurt coming out of the tent. He backed up from Amera as Kurt glared at him like he wanted nothing more than for Pyramid Head to strike him down.

"It's nothing'" Khadrim lied as Amera forced him down into her vacant chair.

"You've bled through the bandages," Amera said giving him a look.

"He said it's nothing," Kurt said with an edge to his voice, still staring at Khadrim.

Amera took the crudely made bandages away tenderly, Khadrim wincing as she removed the last of them. "Well, at least it stopped bleeding." She looked up into his eyes, the same color as his crimson blood. "What did this?"

"Pyramid Head did this," he said with a grimace of pain.

"Pyramid Head?" Hermione said with a start. "You saw it too?"

"Wait, that thing we saw when he hid behind the car?" Amera asked. "The one that was eating that other thing?"

"Yeah," Khadrim replied, staring up at the ceiling as Amera sopped at his wound with a towel.

"What the bloody hell is Pyramid Head?" Ron asked.

"You'll know if you see it. Just pray to God that you don't." Khadrim said.

"You know we should be out there looking for the others," Amera said, wrapping the wound once more with fresh bandages from her bag.

Ron stared at her in horror. "Are you bloody mental? Nothing can get us in here, why would we go?"

"She's right, Ron. We should look for the others and we need to find food," Hermione replied.

His expression showed his inner turmoil - he was torn between staying in their safe haven and going to find food and the others. "Bloody hell," he said after a while. "Let's at least get a shower in."

Pietro awoke with a start; Ginny was shaking him urgently to get his attention. He looked at her angrily and was about to yell when she held a finger to her lips. He noticed the scared look in her eyes. Silently, she motioned to the window and mouthed, "Something outside."

Light was shining feebly through the fog, making it difficult as ever to see anything. However, there was definitely a shape, clear as day, coming towards their little building.

Ginny was silently rousing the other three boys as Pietro glanced around the room for a weapon. The building they were in consisted of only the one room, which used to be a security checkpoint for buildings that were long gone. There was a window on two of the walls, opposite one another, and one door on the back wall. There was a desk and a television with a busted screen, which were once used by a security guard. A tall cabinet with double doors stood next to the door in a corner.

Pietro walked over to the cabinet and found it was locked. He motioned to the twins and one walked over. Fred pulled out his wand and waved it at the lock. Pietro wondered vaguely if these wizards knew Hermione. The spell didn't work, so Fred pulled out a lock picking kit from his pocket. In a moment the cabinet was open, revealing a shotgun and a half of a box of ammunition.

Pietro took the gun, but had no idea how to load a shotgun, having only used a handgun before. He prayed it was already loaded as he walked over to the window. He opened the window as quietly as possible, took aim, and fired.