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 Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

Note from Author: For those of you who haven't read my other X-Men fic, Logan is Amera and her siblings' father. Yep. Now that I've spoiled that tidbit for you... maybe you don't even want to try my other fic now! *harrumph*

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Lance edged forward into the relative darkness of the hallway with Kitty's flashlight blazing ahead, Harry at his side with his wand tip lit as well. Kitty and Toad followed close behind. “In there,” Lance said, voice barely a whisper.

 

Harry pointed his wand at the door to his left and slowly turned the knob.

 

Screams rent the air from within, making the four in the hallway shout as well.

 

“I don't vant to die!”

 

“Bloody hell!”

 

“Oh my God!”

 

It was all Harry could do to not start throwing hexes all over the room. After a moment, the screaming stopped and everyone present realized they recognized each other.

 

“Ron? Hermione?”

 

“Kitty?”

 

“Blue boy!”

 

“Bloody hell, Harry,” Ron said, gasping for breath. “We thought you were Pyramid Head!”

 

“You're not dead!” Harry said to Hermione, relieved that she hadn't died in the well.

 

“Not for lack of monsters trying,” she said bitterly.

 

“Did you say Pyramid Head?” Kitty whimpered. She clutched onto Lance's arm. “Is he around here?”

 

“Vell, yah, he vas chasing us vhen ve ducked in here,” Kurt said. “But there's no more static, so he must have left.”

 

“Oh, wonderful,” Lance groaned.

 

“Izzat the thing that chased us at the hotel?” Toad asked. Harry nodded.

 

“Let's find the guns already,” Lance said, pulling Kitty along the hall with him. “Now we've got the elf's radio, we can hear anything coming again.”

 

“Why would there be guns here?” Hermione asked as she followed behind the couple.

 

“It's a police station,” Kitty explained. “I'm Kitty, by the way.”

 

“Hermione, and this is Ron.”

 

They all gathered into the old sheriff's office, and Lance, Harry, and Kurt made their way through the old papers and broken furniture to a locked cabinet standing at the far side of the room. Lance took a broken desk leg and smashed it into the old lock on the cabinet's doors. It swung open to reveal plenty of pistols and shotguns for all of them, with ammo to boot. “Jackpot,” Toad said in awe.

 

*******

 

Pierce sat up in his bed, screaming. He slowly came to realize that he hadn't just had a horrible dream, but everything he'd seen was truly happening. It wasn't happening to just anyone, however. It was happening to his triplet sister, Amera. He could see everything with such clarity, he felt as though he too had been there beside her. Only moments later, Professor Xavier rolled into his room in his wheelchair. “Professor-”

 

“I saw it myself, Pierce, you projected it into my own dreams without knowing it,” Xavier explained. He looked extremely worried about the welfare of his students that were in mortal danger.

 

Soon, Logan and Pierce's boyfriend, Oliver, ran into the room. “What happened?” Oliver demanded. “Are you okay?”

 

“What's goin' on, Chuck?” Logan asked. “You okay, kid?”

 

“Amera and the others are in trouble, there's zombies everywhere, and so many bodies, and blood...” Pierce hyperventilated and hurled over the edge of his bed.

 

Oliver stared at his boyfriend as Logan turned to Xavier. “Charles?”

 

“It sounds crazy, I know, Logan, but it's the truth. Gather the X-Men and get going in the helicopter,” Xavier commanded.

 

“I'm going too,” Pierce said, throwing off his blanket and starting to undress. His training uniform lay only a few feet away on top of his dresser.

 

“I don't think-” Logan began.

 

“MY SISTER IS IN TROUBLE AND I'M GOING!” Pierce shouted at him. Then he quieted down. “I don't care if you are my father, I'm going.”

 

Xavier sighed, but looked resigned. “If you must.”

 

“Just...” Pierce said, even quieter still. “Don't tell Danel? Please?” No need to worry the other sister.

 

Xavier nodded. Logan sighed and left to get the X-Men awake and ready.

 

“Then I'm going too,” Oliver said.

 

“No, you're not,” Pierce and Xavier said in unison.

 

“I'm not letting my boyfriend go get killed by zombies!” Oliver said with an immature huff.

 

“You forget that I have regenerative powers,” Pierce said. “No reason for you to go with and get killed.” He finished changing into his uniform and stepped up to Oliver. He kissed him softly, then left the room without another word.

 

*******

 

It felt like a hammer was smashing into a brick while the brick was smashing into her forehead when Amera awoke the next morning. She didn't open her eyes or attempt to move, but she was awake. She'd rather be dead. No, wait, she didn't, she remembered, because that wish could easily be arranged.

 

She dared a peek out of her left eye and immediately closed it, the light was so blindingly bright. She decided to just lay there, because if she tried sitting up, she'd probably throw up the stale chips she'd eaten the night before. She then became aware of something very, very wrong.

 

She was naked.

 

Shit, she thought. What the hell am I naked for? She tried to remember, but it made the brick pound her skull even harder, so she tried not thinking anymore. That worked for a moment, but then memories of the night before were all that was in there. Khadrim kissing her, kissing him back... But what about Kurt, and why am I naked... Khadrim's hands on her body, her clothes coming off, Khadrim's clothes were gone...

 

Her eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright. Immediately afterward, she tossed her chips all over the floor next to the bunk. She leaned on her left hand as she pushed her hair out of her face with her right. She took a deep breath and turned around. Khadrim slept beside her, just as stark naked as she was, only minus the blanket coverage. Damn, he's got tight abs... and whoa, that's nothing to sneeze at...

 

She pulled her mind out of the gutter and flew out of the bed to the bathroom, stumbling along the tent, trying not to collapse. She felt so dirty.

 

She'd cheated.

 

*******

 

A wretched smell woke Ginny from her place on the couch, but she didn't dare make any sudden movements, not here. She opened her left eye and looked in that direction to see a dark figure hunched beside her, only inches away. Panic started to well up inside her... Pietro had been sleeping on the floor next to her that night, but that was definitely not anyone she knew.

 

Then came the slurping and crunching sounds. The thing was eating something else. She dared to look down at the floor. Pietro looked like he was sleeping peacefully, even with this hulking mass on top of him. Ginny wasn't fooled. She knew he was dead, and the creature next to her was devouring him like a fat kid eats Ho Ho's. Ho Ho's that smelled like blood and slightly rotting flesh.

 

Something flew at the creature from her peripheral vision and she let out her suppressed scream. The creature let out a roar and dropped the piece of Pietro it had been gnawing on, preparing to attack whatever had attacked it. Then a shotgun blast roared from a few feet behind her and to her right. The creature's head exploded into a mist of red and splattered all over her.

 

She smudged at her face with a slightly clean part of her sleeve to get the wetness off. She scrambled over the back of the sofa and into the arms of her twin brothers, George was holding the warm shotgun. "Time to go," he grunted.

 

*******

 

Khadrim woke with a horrible headache, but nothing he couldn't handle. He stretched and sat up, realizing with a start that he was naked. Then he remembered what he and Amera had done last night. He heard the shower running, and he stood, throwing his pants on as he walked to the bathroom door.

 

He opened the door and leaned on the frame. "Trying to drown yourself in there?"

 

"Thinking about it," came the response from behind the shower curtain. "Just... no more of anything... not until I can find Kurt and break up with him."

 

Khadrim stared at the floor. "Sure," he said. "What if we find..."

 

"Don't even say that," Amera grumbled. "Just don't."

 

He walked out of the tent, pulling his shirt on as he went, limping on his injured leg. He wished he could be stronger than this injury, have regenerative powers, something. The water behind him turned off.

 

A few minutes passed and Amera joined him, dressed in her clothes she'd worn in the crash, which she'd washed in the bathtub. Her hair was still damp, and he could smell the cleanliness of her, it was an intoxicating scent... No, he'd promised to wait, he'd push this feeling back, far back into the recesses of his mind.

 

A humming sound reverberated through the air. "What the hell?" he said, looking out the window. As always, the only thing he could see was the street, dimly, and a hell of a lot of fog. The humming evolved into a chopping sound. "A helicopter?" he mumbled.

 

"What?" Amera was by his side in an instant. "That noise?"

 

"Has to be," he said. he looked up to the sky, but there was nothing, like he'd expected. But the noise was getting louder. And it was also coming in sporadic bursts. It was cutting out. "It's not going to last long..." Then he realized that, judging from the volume of the helicopter, it was right above their building. "Shit," he said, just as the rotors above were silenced.

 

"What's happen-"

 

He grabbed her and threw her to the ground, covering her with his own body. Then their world was shattered. Large chunks of the roof fell on top of them, bricks and drywall and wood piled above them and around them. Miraculously, the floor didn't give out.

 

They stayed beneath the rubble for a few long minutes until Amera gasped. Khadrim looked down at her, expecting to see something wrong, something broken, some blood... but the she said, "Pierce!"

 

"What?" he said, then she was trying to push her way out from under him. "What are you doing?"

 

"The helicopter!" she said, pushing on some drywall fragments. It fell away with relative ease and Khadrim could see the sky past the broken roof above. She scrambled over the pile, and Khadrim followed her. The kitchen appliances had fallen over and were half buried in rubble as well. The kitchen wall had a good sized hole in it, and the building beyond that wall had disappeared. There had been another apartment there before. Amera climbed through the gap and onto what remained of the next door floor.

 

Khadrim reached the edge of the hole and looked down at the helicopter. Fires were burning all around it, it could blow at any minute, and it was lodged between the two floors beneath them, laying awkwardly on its side. The front window had spider webbed, so Khadrim couldn't see who was inside. He looked at Amera, who started putting out the fires using her powers, the first time she'd used them in Silent Hill that he knew of. She gathered the water vapor in the air and concentrated it on the flames, putting them out one by one. "Why did you say your brother's name?" Khadrim asked.

 

She looked at him then back at what she was doing. "He's in the helicopter. So is Logan. And the other X-Men. We have to get them out of there."