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Log: Incomplete
When; Saturday Night ( The same day that V's bombshell hit)
Rating; PG-13 ( possibly bumped up to R for Gore)
Characters; V![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velated_v, Walter Dorneaz dertodesbutler, James Sunderland re_enaction, Heather Morris bustsomeheads
Summary; After reading that the world may be coming to an end, James takes off into the underground to hunt down and kill Pyramid Head right then and there.
V and Walter had been planning a 'hunt' to kill the fiend and keep PH from randomly attacking V, Evey, and other visitors to the underground.
Heather, refusing to let James go alone, follows him, and straaaaange things happen from that point on.
Log;
"Of all the days in the time since the horrors have taken up permanent residence in the underground, you choose today to go pelting off into the maintenence tunnels..." V grumbled to himself as he hurried toward the platform.
He had a bad feeling James may have grown impatient at the delay, and thus taken off into the dark and twisting labyrinth on his own with only an impossibly large machete for protection, and no notion of where the creature could be waiting.
His suspicions increased as he saw the empty platform, and distinctly felt a headache coming after he had surveyed the edge closely, and noted footprints in the dusty area near the gap. Footprints that led off into the darkness.
"If you get lost and run down by the train, it would serve you right.." He remarked irritably under his breath.
(V, of course, would rather no one came to harm in the underground, otherwise he would not be here, waiting for the odd american, but at the same time, did not approve of hasty , and thus dangerous, actions)
Checking his pocket watch, he noted Walter should be arriving any moment, and perhaps Ms. Morris as well...if she wasn't already lost in the tunnels herself.
Rating; PG-13 ( possibly bumped up to R for Gore)
Characters; V
velated_v, Walter Dorneaz dertodesbutler, James Sunderland re_enaction, Heather Morris bustsomeheadsSummary; After reading that the world may be coming to an end, James takes off into the underground to hunt down and kill Pyramid Head right then and there.
V and Walter had been planning a 'hunt' to kill the fiend and keep PH from randomly attacking V, Evey, and other visitors to the underground.
Heather, refusing to let James go alone, follows him, and straaaaange things happen from that point on.
Log;
"Of all the days in the time since the horrors have taken up permanent residence in the underground, you choose today to go pelting off into the maintenence tunnels..." V grumbled to himself as he hurried toward the platform.
He had a bad feeling James may have grown impatient at the delay, and thus taken off into the dark and twisting labyrinth on his own with only an impossibly large machete for protection, and no notion of where the creature could be waiting.
His suspicions increased as he saw the empty platform, and distinctly felt a headache coming after he had surveyed the edge closely, and noted footprints in the dusty area near the gap. Footprints that led off into the darkness.
"If you get lost and run down by the train, it would serve you right.." He remarked irritably under his breath.
(V, of course, would rather no one came to harm in the underground, otherwise he would not be here, waiting for the odd american, but at the same time, did not approve of hasty , and thus dangerous, actions)
Checking his pocket watch, he noted Walter should be arriving any moment, and perhaps Ms. Morris as well...if she wasn't already lost in the tunnels herself.
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"You're uh.. That V guy, right? ... Mr. V?" She rested the hilt of the hunting rifle on her hip and used the back of her free hand to wipe a thin layer of sweat from her forehead. "You were supposed to meet James here, right? Did he already...?" She trailed off as she looked into the darkness, wishing he at least would have waited for her.
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"Yes. Mr. Sunderland requested that we meet at the platform, though apparently he was unwilling to wait for me." He answered pointing at the gap, and the obvious footprint in the dusty shadow beneath it.
"...And you may call me, simply 'V'", he added, doffing his hat.
Checking his watch, and seeing they still had a good 20 minutes before the train was due, he hopped off the platform to examine the footprints across the rail. The seemed to lead in the direction of Maintenence tunnel E, but a cursory inspection turned up no further clues.
" I would ask that you remain here, madam, until Mr. Dorneaz may join us." He asked, offering her the tilted mask in lieu of a wry smile. "The train runs on the hour, and it would be terribly unfortunate for you to be caught on the track in a few minutes time."
He crossed the track quickly, and noted the light print at the smaller walkway, thus confirming Mr. Sunderlands probable direction.
"Mr. Sunderland may not have too much of a lead on us, and where we are going, every pair of eyes will be needed." He ended with a sigh before returning to the platform agian.
"How acute is your night vision, Madam?"
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Heather watched the tracks warily, getting a bit of a rush just from standing where she was. She had already had her share of close calls with trains back in her own world and wasn’t looking to repeat anything.
She cleared her throat at his question and motioned to the pocket flashlight on her vest with a shrug. "Night vision? It's good enough, but we won't need it." She flipped the light on to show the beam it cast before turning it back off. "The light will attract the monsters but that shouldn't be a problem."
Recalling how strangely James had been acting recently made her uneasy, and waiting didn‘t help. "I hope the other guy shows up so we can get going soon." She said, more to herself than to V. She watched him on the other side of the tracks, examining the area before returning to the platform. "Were you some kind of detective in your world?" She considered asking about the mask and costume but thought twice and decided against it.
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"I am afraid I was too far on the wrong side of the laws in my country, however I do have a 'knack', as it were, for finding things. Or in some cases; people." He replied, while Fawkes' grin alluded to his own.
"Your torch may prove more hindrance, than help." He noted. "My night vision is quite superior, but at the cost of painful sensitivity to light I'm afraid. It would be best if you would allow myself and Mr. Dorneaz to take point, and use the rifle sparringly"
Her anxious tone, and body language spoke of a sense of urgency, that V noted.
"Are you and Mr. Sunderland from the same world of origin?" he asked, thinking it best to keep to neutral subjects before inquiring about James' mental state.
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She shook it off quickly, though, and glanced at her gun and light with a little disappointment. "I have a katana if that would be better.. I'm used to dark places, so I don't need the light, it'll just take me a few minutes for my eyes to adjust." She didn't like the idea of just following, she had more experience with this sort of stuff, anyway. Hell, she could go after James alone right now if she needed to.
"James and I are from the same world, just.. different times, I think. We both got stuck in some... Nightmare world, though. Different ones, I guess, because the monsters are kind of different, but... Same idea?" She bit her lip as she recalled the events she had left unfinished in her own world, but pushed the thoughts aside as quickly as they surfaced. Now wasn't the time. "I don't really know all of his story, I just know he's been acting weird lately.. It seems like every time he uses that knife he gets worse, but that could just be a coincidence." She said, sounding unconvinced.
[MEANWHILE, FURTHER DOWN THE TUBES]
He was standing in what smelt like pig shit, but he fucking knew better. His blue eyes darted across the walls, the ceiling, the floors, and he began laughing and grasped his Great Knife hard. There was a strap loose, leather and medical mix of a strap, that he wrapped ‘round his fist and dug into, committing his blood to his weapon. He was nearly dancing in the dead nurse’s innards now, and it was TAKING TOO LONG, taking too long.
Shaking, James slammed his head into the subway wall. Protective. He shoved his back up against it, too, receiving a nail in the small of his back and amplified feelings of paranoia. He was here. He was here and he was watching waiting carving chopping defiling and he would get Heather. James can’t allow that. James can’t..-- He was muttering into the medical tape that held the knife’s hilt together, head twitching. “Mary, Mary. Mary I’m going to do something. Mary? Mary your letter. You had one. I didn’t read it. It was in my car, Mary.”
He recoiled from something. Air. “Mary! I’m s--don’t. Don’t blame me!” His voice, soft, silk, still betrayed the damage done to his throat. “Mary, you asked me to. Mary.. Mary, I love you, Mary.. We can be here forever.“ James began laughing, laughing at the flies and the Great Knife - they were best friends. They were laughing together, laughing high and loud and getting dirty. “Mary! We won’t die anymore! You won’t get sick! We’re in Heaven, Mary!” James stood, staring happily at the empty spot where the nurse’s body festered, flies already beginning to feast. James smiled happily. “Mary. You stay here, Mary. I’ll get you some help. Red Pyramid can fix us. I’ll find him. Show him your illness. “ A bubble of laughter arose from his chest, a feeling he remembered from his times with Her. With His Mary. But it was twisted and deformed, rusted and metal and disgustingly held together with little more than muscle. His laugh reverberated off the walls, and had he feared the laugh once, he had to fear the laugh bouncing back at him, mocking him, KNOWING what he did to Mary. “THERE WOULD BE NO HELP” slithered it’s way into his laughter. James shambled away then, head down and mood dropping significantly.
A flare of anger ignited within him, and he threw the pillow he was holding to the ground, shaking with fury, digging his boot into it and into the grime of the subway’s metal tracks and dirty ground beneath - it made a deliciously non-pillow SQUEALCH up at him, and he felt something bubbling up underneath his foot, before following his twin, through twisted tunnels and by the sound of the grating and whining of metal giving way and giving in. The sound of rape that only the metals can perceive.
[ooc: sidenote* James is hallucinating both Mary and the pillow. They're both jus chunks of the nurse.]
At the Platform
He eyed her sidelong, catching her tone of voice, and heard a young woman who knew she was capable, but was rather insistent he knew it as well.
Interesting....
"You misunderstand my meaning, Madam. We will require ranged accuracy from time to time, and your rifle will not doubt be quite handy in such an instance. Due bring it, only do not waste your shots, and please do not shoot myself, or Mr. Dorneaz inadvertantly? I realize black is a terrible color choice for galavanting through darkened tunnels, but if it hinders our sight, it should stand to reason it would hinder thiers as well."
The moment she mentioned that knife and it's affect on James, V felt a another prickle of concern. There was something...wrong...with that nife. Something tainted....add to that his firm belief that there was no such thing as coincidence. Only the illusion of it.
"'Wierd' in what way..?" he coaxed,hoping to get a bit more information.
Re: At the Platform
"....Do bring it, only do not waste your shots, and please do not shoot myself, or Mr. Dorneaz inadvertantly? I realize black is a terrible color choice for gallivanting through darkened tunnels, but if it hinders our sight, it should stand to reason it would hinder theirs as well."
Walter grinned as he strolled up behind them. "Makes sense to me." He said. "Especially the part about the bullets. Sorry I'm late." He nodded politely to the girl. "Miss." He turned back to V. "Where's the other fellow, Sunderland?" He sniffed the air in the direction the trail of James' footprints in the oily floor went. "Oh, I see, he's gone on ahead, has he? Well, don't let's stand around on my account, shall we be off?" He said, eagerly.
Re: At the Platform
" As you are both quite aware, the horrors are attracted to light, however The newer areas of tunnel are far less populated than the derelict ones. This may be due to my counter measures, but there is no way to tell."
He hopped off the platform and offerred Heather a hand down.
" This place, as with the rest of the city, seems to extend far beyond what could be considered normal limits, so please stay close. I have walked these tunnels many times, and know a good majority of them very well."
"If we must move into the derelict areas, please be cautious. The roof and flooring is unstable, and there is the occasional hole that in the blackness will be all but invisible. I am hopeful we will catch up to Mr. Sunderland quickly, however and avoid that mess altogether."
He checked his watch, confident they had at least 14 minutes before the train ran, therefore crossing was quite safe.
" The installed lighting is sketchy at best once we move away from the platform. The deeper one goes into the labyrinth, the darker it gets, and the more populated the areas."
Catching himself, he turned to have thier full attention.
" One last thing: If we become seperated for any reason, stop, and focus on nothing. Clear your mind, and you should feel as though you are being compelled in a certain direction. Do not fight this, for this is how I came across the machine, and the horrors either can not, or will not come within sight of it."
By this time V had made it to the entrance to tunnel E, and offerred a solicitous hand to Heather agian. This time to help her up and onto the smaller ledge.
" Sir, Madam....Shall we?" He said with a small flourish indicating the darker tunnel.
Re: At the Platform
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"James has a knife... It's the same as the one the monster uses. I don't really think there's much we can do, to be honest.." She watched her feet hit the grungy concrete as they walked, feeling oddly at home. "Even if he knows what he's doing, though, I didn't think it was a good idea for him to come down here alone. He left me a note like he was going to do something stupid." She took a sideways glance at Walter. "In this case, it's probably best if we just find James, first. I have a feeling he'll find the monster before we find him."
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"There's one close by." She said, almost unnecessarily as the sound of slow footsteps became audible. Her finger instinctively went to the trigger of her rifle, but she remembered V's words and didn't aim it. The static grew heavier as they continued to move forward, and soon enough the outline of a nurse became visible in the darkness ahead.
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It was somewhat like what one feels when the air electrifies before a lightening strike. That deep-seated, primal instinct in the dark recesses of the reptilian portion of the human brain insisting this was a dangerous place...to get out.
It wasn't fear, precisely...just a wariness born of too many surprises from the darkness.
Walter was picking up on that sensation too. V noted the tiny hiss of wire...but that minuscule sound was soon drowned out by static emmitting from Heathers radio.
"There's one close by"
The horrors affected electronics? He hadn't known that. He made a mental note to carry a small two-way from now on.
He smoothly stepped to the left side of the tunnel ( and into a bisecting tunnel entrance just as the 'nurse' stepped into a wane pool of light caste by one of the only two naked bulbs in the meters and meters of tunnel. Heather's firing line, now cleared, he waited to see how she would deal with the threat.
He had a dagger pressed into his palm beneath the voluminous cloak, but felt confidant Ms. Morris was more than capable of handling this one....when that prickle , that instinctual reaction made him turn and look down the junction of tunnels E and G2...
"...Not just one, I'm afraid..." he said to his companions, and palmed another blade.
Two more of the staggering 'nurses' were shuffling about the junction, not 3 meters from him, accompanied by a quadrupedal sets of legs, and a humanoid creature he couldn't quite make out further back in the shadows.
"Something has attracted them..." he mumbled to himself. It was very strange to see so many so close to the main line, in fact they nearly never ventured this far away from the darker areas in groups.
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"Small fry. I can't see any reason to bother with them except as a warmup for the big hunt." He said, briskly, flicking a weight from his left hand into his fingers. "Are we fighting or are we just moving past?"
[SOMEWHERE -- !]
But he didn’t have to listen. He didn’t have to listen because Mary was with him. Mary was his sword, his knife, his strength. She cared for him even if he did Wrong, even if he left her behind for the Red Pyramid. Even if he had smothered her to death with a pillow because he couldn’t handle her laying there, laying there slowly wasting away.. Laying there, ugly, disgusting, covered in sores and open wounds and..
The Pyramid Head’s knife came crashing down upon his left shoulder. James’ eyes widened in maddening pain, and he wished he could cry out from it, but all he could muster was a look of confusion. How had he been able to sneak up on him? How could the Red Pyramid not hear the laughter? The knife slid out of his shoulder, slow and easy, like a knife through butter. Like a knife through muscle.. Tendon.. Bone-based butter. It dropped to the floor with a thud, and James saw it. An opening. An opening to swing hard with his own knife, rotating his left arm and feeling things scraping and burning and oozing and something was on his jacket but he didn’t know what it was.
He was in pain.
The grating. The knife against red helmet, against subway floor covered in blood and jacket and that was his jacket, wasn’t it? Why was it there? James could do nothing more than leave his left arm hanging almost dead at his side, stepping to the side whenever the helmet pivoted to stare at him, stare through him, rape his brain with imagery of what he’d done to Maria to Mary to everyone at Silent Hill oh god was he going insane?
James swung again, grating noise of knife against subway wall.
He didn’t.. mean to hurt them..
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He waved at hand at the creatures. "Ignore them! Something's attacking a human, this way. It has to be Mister Sunderland."
And like a streak of black-clad lightning, he was off.
Re: [SOMEWHERE -- !]
Mere moments after Walter spoke, V's sensitive ears heard the shriek of grinding metal in the distance.
Grimacing beneath the mask, he looked back at Heather, then in a swirl of cloak was pelting down the tunnel in order to keep Walter in sight.
She had no super human capability for speed that he could see, thus V kept his pace slow enough to allow her to keep him in view while he followed Walter as the vampire was more capable than he of tracking by sent.
One of the nurses made a grab for him as he passed, but without perceptively moving, he left a blade in it's throat without slowing.
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With a muttered curse he turned back and neatly flipped a blade from it's sheath, then let it fly to take another creature in what would be the solar plexus on a human.
The impact knocked the thing back enough that it was effectively moved from her path.
My god...the horrors were everywhere! Like they were melting from the shadows themselves!
He could not remember ever seeing so many in one place, let alone this close to light and the main line.
He waited only long enough for her to gain some ground, and catch up a bit before following the mettalic screams down the twisting tunnels. Walter's shadow would now flash around corners here and there, but only when V was able to catch up enough.
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"So, you think you can prevent us from getting to that thing, do you?" He said, coldly, body tensed, eyes full of icy rage. Behind him, he heard V's near-silent feet catching up, the thud of blade into deep bone and the crack of Heather's rifle. He'd almost forgotten about them in the blur of the chase. "It's not as if I haven't faced any army of ghouls before." He said, flexing his fingers. "All I need to do is carve path through you."
Moaning and shuffling, the grotesque, multi-legged creatures came closer, a hideous wave of bodies. Walter met them with the whirring of wires and the flying of metal weights, tangling among the limbs, slicing and slipping through dead flesh and bone, spilling rotting long-stilled blood on the ground.
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