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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.
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.
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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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