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 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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

By: Rinean

Chapter Ten

"This is, like, so gross," Kitty groaned.

"And whose fault is that?" Lance asked, rolling his eyes.

"Shut it, we're alive," Harry yelled at them.

"I don't know what y'all complaining about," Toad said, taking deep lungfuls of the rank air.

Sparks from Harry's wand hit the back of his head.

"Oh my God, a ladder!" Kitty said, pointing through the darkness.

"But is it safe topside?" Lance asked.

"We won't know unless we go up and look," Harry answered, climbing onto the ladder with Kitty close behind.

When he reached the top of the ladder, he used Wingardium Leviosa to move the manhole cover quietly. He heard footsteps retreating echo through the street above. He sped up the last few rungs to get a glimpse of who it was before they could disappear in the fog.

Whoever it was turned back just before the fog closed in around them; they wore a long cloak and mask that was all too familiar to Harry. The Death Eater let out a loud cackle, then ran through the mist.

Harry climbed from the manhole and helped the others out, his mind reeling. "What was that sound?" Lance asked.

"There was a Death Eater there," Harry answered, pointing in the general direction. Could Death Eaters have caused everything that had happened in Silent Hill?

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"Okay, we've got all the stale cookies and chips we need to last a few days," Kurt said, hoisting his heavy pack over his shoulder.

"Now let's get back to the flat before something comes after us," Ron said.

They'd only made it a dozen yards out of the convenience store when the static sound began on Kurt's radio. Hermione glared at Ron. "You just had to say something, didn't you."

"Get off the road!" Kurt said, and pulled them into a darkened side street.

"Yeah, into the dark is safer," Ron groaned.

The static grew louder as they stood still. "Run!" Kurt said, then they ran down the alley.

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"Woot!" Amera said as she reached on her tippy toes to grab something above the refrigerator. "But I can't-"

"Let me get it," Khadrim said, suddenly next to her and reaching easily into the cabinet. He was right behind her, and she was pressed up against the fridge. "Here," he said, handing her what she had been reaching for - a bottle of vodka.

"Thanks," she said, her heart hammering.

He pulled back and staggered back to his chair, leaving the blushing Amera standing in the kitchen.

"So what do you want that for anyway?" Khadrim asked, watching her as she came back to the living room and sat in her own rickety chair.

"To forget the past few days." She looked up at him and then took a drink straight from the bottle. She then held the bottle out to him.

"Forget..." he said, looking at the bottle. Finally he took it from her and took a gulp.

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"I said I was sorry," Pietro said, having a glaring contest with Amara.

"Shh, what was that?" Fred suddenly said, walking to the window and opening it just a crack. Very faintly, they could hear the whimpering of a dog.

"It sounds hurt, poor thing," Amara said.

"Let's help it," Ginny said. Amara proceeded to rummage through her pack for some food.

Dean opened the window farther to call out to the dog. "He's limping," he told the girls. "I can just see him-" He stopped speaking as another sound met their ears.

"And now it's growling," George observed. "Shut the window!"

Fred and Dean both yanked on the window, but it stopped after only a couple inches. "It's stuck!" Fred shouted. He waved his wand at it as well, but to no avail.

"Nice doggy," Dean said, as he continued to pull on the window. Then he yelled incomprehensibly as he and Fred both ran back from the opening. Dean didn't make it very far.

The "dog", having jumpedd through the window, was grotesque; muscly sinew covered its body,uponn which it had no skin whatsoever. It had a long tongue and sharp teeth, which were now digging into Dean's flesh and ripping out his throat in stringy, bloody hunks.

"GO!" Hank yelled, and the others ran out the door opposite the window as fast as possible.